There was a crisp crunch of something hard under his feet, the wind had picked up and it whistled past his face making him flick his hood up onto his head and draw the strings tight around his neck.
He walked faster, the light of the day fading behind the tall trees that were surrounding him. “Where am I?” he thought, a noise from deep in the bushes freaked him to his core and he picked up his pace. “I have to build a shelter!” he said under his hot panting breath, then he realized to his horror that the noise in the bush was that of a rotting mutilated moaning corpse that was now in pursuit of him . “Ill lose it in the water” he then striped off his hooded coat and dove swiftly into the water. The undead corpse (being short witted) lost interest in its unreachable desire, waiting for the undead corpse to pass was a long wait. After it had passed he slowly made his way to the shore dripping wet from the water he began to view his situation. “So I woke up in a world, I need a shelter, my name is...” my mind was clouded, “my name is...I don’t remember my name” confused by the past events I took a rest high in a tall conifer tree. the next thing I knew I was awakening from a deep satisfying sleep, the day was a sort of spring day few clouds in the sky, the sun filled my body with the kind of warmth you get from a hearth on a cold winter night. I find good use for my tree refuge I use it to craft a pair of picks, a crafting bench and a shovel
“I think it would be wise to gather some basic resources to build a shelter” I thought at the time. The silent day was then filled with the crisp crunch of dirt being shovelled into my inventory and the solid thud of stone being slowly broken into coble stone, before I knew it was late morning, with a satisfying inventory of
.nine sand
.twenty dirt
.fifty wood
.twenty three coble stone
.fifteen coal
.five stone picks
.a crafting bench
And one iron ore, I decide to move on.
By this time the sun is at mid day, suddenly the peaceful atmosphere changes, a chill runs down my spine. Then I Hear the blood curdling crunch of grass behind me, I turn and to my horror I find that a four legged green monster with an unsettling expression on its face greets me. “Oh god” I say under my breath muffled by my loud breathing “a creeper...” I say why do I know what it is? I thought. This doesn’t matter at the moment so I turn on the balls of my feet, and in a split second I am on the move, the rugged terrain is a night mare in itself to navigate, Lakes, hills, mountains, and pits varying in size. After only two or three minutes I have lost the “creeper”
I take a minute or two to rest, the day still has a reasonable amount of time left so I decide to find an area suitable for a shelter. I set off to find a suitable area preferably with a water source and a forest nearby. I soon fall upon a mountain with everything I need including a waterfall and a lake. I decide to call the lake the lake of reckoning and the waterfall the ever flowing falls. I notice a vein of coal in the side of the mountain so I decide to start my shelter here. I start digging straight into the side of the mountain and collect all the coal. I collect ten coal in this process. I then dig a five by six hole in the mountain. I then craft a door from six wooden planks and also a furnace made from eight stone, which I place in the corner of the room. Shortly after creating the furnace I use it to make two panes of glass, which I then use with some stone and the door to create an entrance. “Oh! I almost forgot” “torches” I quickly craft ten torches and place one of them in each corner of the shelter.
