Preparations

It’s cold. Droplets of water drip and slide down the sides of my face as I stare up into the floating leaves. The trunk’s remains floated around the ground, a broken stone axe lying by the broken bits. Sitting up, I gather the wood bits up, placing them into my bag. I take one long look at the leaves, still remaining in place despite the missing trunk I had recently chopped up. A chuckle escaped from my throat. “Sorry I took your trunk.” I mumble before heading away.

The terraced hills ranged for miles and miles. At some points, an edge of desert or winter land could be seen far off from the grassy hills I am traveling over. After traveling until the dark clouds in the sky cleared and revealed a warm, bright sun in the sky, I could see the dark blue ocean in front of me. I grab my bag again, pulling a block of a small wooden boat. Placing it onto the water, it grows in size, giving me a good sized means of transport for above water travel. I step into the boat, checking the wind before setting out.

Ocean stretched on and on as far as the eye could see. The land I had recently left was now gone off in the horizon. The ocean surrounded the small boat, a feeling in my gut about a possible attack by the far off swimming squids continually surfaced.

Land is quickly approaching. I stare up at bulks of stone towering over me as the boat jerked onto sandy land. Stepping off the boat, I whacked at it until it returned to its smaller form and placed it back into my bag. At the base of the stone structure laid a cobblestone foundation and wooden planks, crafting tables, and furnaces lying along the sides of the foundation. Pulling out the wood from my bag, I get to work crafting them into wooden planks. Having a good amount of wooden planks, I begin to set the planks along the foundation. A wooden house soon structured and I finished the outside of the house by crafting a door for the found with some of my wooden planks. I move my crafting tables and furnaces inside, using the remaining of my wood to build a few pick axes and shovels. Placing the new tools into my bag, I leave the wooden house, looking back up at the stone structure.

I finally had a house. I had my tools ready. It was time to search through the mines that burrow beneath the stone structure before me. I had to find it. I needed to find it. The ultimate of stones. Only then can I take on…that creature…

(Recently bought Minecraft: PS3 Edition and cannot get the game out of my head. Thought of a story based off one of my days of playing the game).