I opened my eyes to see the gleaming sun, burning my face. I look up and see blocks, weird, 'where am I' I thought "hello!" I yelled, but no response "i must be in the middle of nowhere",
i say to myself angrily.
I set off to find a place groovy enough to install a house.
I did find a lot of places that were pretty cool, but there was one area that looked pretty decent. It was a tree that looked uncanny. Every time I look at the i can just see myself sitting in my dwelling , looking out the window and retreating back inside i see when the sun going down. Oh look, it is!
I was surprised crucially because I didn't know that I have wasted nearly a whole day and I have only just started to build my house " oh no! " I started to run around collecting wood and building my house, in the end it didn't look expertly.
I was full of fear, trembling, in the darkness ' when will it become day?' I thought ' it feels like forever. ' As i lay there heatless, under the swaying tree. Then the worst thing ever occurred: an Alien invasion?, No, the end of the world?, No, an earthquake?, No, the night of my death?, sort of.
A CREEPER!
I look outside through the door, and yep, he's there sneaking around. " what am going to do?" I whispered to myself, i did think of either
1. Run for my life?, maybe
2. Battle the creeper?, might try
3. Wait here?, don't know?
I guess I have to battle the creeper and run for my life (1 in 2). I do have a leftover stick from building the tiny house, i stare at the stick " it's my only chance " i tell myself.
My body full of fear and doubt, i open the door, i take a deep breath... And prepared " AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! "
I cried and swung the stick left and right again and again like there was no tomorrow.
I run around the creeper swiftly as I could, but I actually bump into the creeper! At that moment the creeper was about to blow up an arrow whizzes pass with significant design. It had blue flaming feathers, a shaft with wood I couldn't identify and a razor sharp point. It all seemed to go in slow motion. The final hiss of the creeper had died off. My heart was pounding, but the good news is that the sun was rising. As I layed there one question burned in my head... 'Who shot that arrow?'.
