Morning Brew

As you harvest pumpkins under the fading autumn light, a sinister chill creeps through the air. You swing your axe at a pumpkin block, expecting the usual satisfying crack—only for the block to twitch, then shudder, before rising slowly off the ground. A jack-o'-lantern face burns to life, casting an eerie orange glow. You’re face-to-face with The Pumpkillager.