Midnight Minecraft Adventures Episode 3

Dear Wal,

So on that insane weekend (the one where I went to the fundraiser and then to Adam’s party and then to Watson’s house and then to the Avengers) while I was at Watson’s house we started playing minecraft to show off our tree forts after we finished our wonderful breakfast of pancakes and pizza.

Me: chatterchatterchatterchatterDoctorWho >:Dchatterchatterchatter

Watson: chatterchatterchatterchatterTREEFORT >:Dchatterchatterchatter

Me: chatterchatterchatterchatterchatterCOOL O:chatterchatterchatterBETTER TREE FORT >:D

Watson: TREEPOND >:D

Me: BIG HOLE >:D

Watson: KITTY OOOOO:

Me: OOOO:

Watson: *chases kitty around with fish* :D heeeeeeere kitty

Me: *not paying attention* Kiiiitty! :D

Creeper: MWAHAHAHA >:D

Me: Kitty! :D

Creeper: *BOOOM*

Me: D8

Thankfully, I was  near my house so it wasn’t a big deal. I sort of gave up on playing minecraft after that.

Got back home (finally) and started playing again. I ran around and built the beginnings of a huge epic wall and a pen for my excessively large amount of cows.

You see, there’s this huge field place thing next to my base that’s just overrun with cows. I don’t know why. And naturally they got in my way, so I corralled them with wheat and decided to try out breeding them.

Me: SO CUTE OO:

Baby cow: Moo? :D

I built my wall across a lake/pond/thing to an island (on which I intend to put a tower) and noticed that there was an awful lot of clay everywhere. I knew by this point that this meant that I was close to a swamp, which was a revelation. Why? My old house was in a swamp. The house I foolishly abandoned to explore. I ran back to the church, equipped myself and ventured out into the wild. Within five minutes I found my old house.

I wandered around in shock for a while and then started building and organizing and things. I tried to make my iron doors automatic with a pressure pad and failed epically.

Yeah. It’s sad.

But then I went out into my old mine, which consists of this MASSIVE ravine.

I made my way to the bottom to discover that the bottom went all the way down to where there were diamonds and lava. I found 12 diamonds, which made me very happy. But seriously-this raving goes from 2-3 blocks under the surface down to lava. It’s amazing.

After that I spent ten minutes luring a sheep back to my main base.

Minecraft Multiplayer

Fungus set up a server, one that I could only get on at the library because our internet sucks. Think of the slowest dial up you have ever tried to use and subtract ten minutes and you have our internet. It’s ridiculous. Anyway, so I got on at the library and started happily mining away and wandering around and getting lost. Watson wasn’t on. It was just me and Fungus, which was highly entertaining. He kept killing me, and then he dug my grave. It was this three-by-five hole straight down forty blocks to a pool of lava. We soon got bored and then both simultaneously decided we needed to go deeper. So I started on a staircase, ported him to me and down we went. We found this huge lava lake over which Fungus decided it would be a good idea to build an evil looking glass laboratory. I died in lava. Then I had to get off.

Favorite Quotes

Doctor Who:

"Oi, don't diss the sonic!" -The Eleventh Doctor

"Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever, for one moment, accepts it." -River Song

"Bow ties are cool." -The Eleventh Doctor

"I am the Doctor and you are the Daleks!" -The Eleventh Doctor

"Didn't anyone ever tell you? There's one thing you never put in a trap-if you're smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow-there's one thing you never, ever put in a trap...me." -The Eleventh Doctor

"They're boring-ers! They're blue boring-ers!" - The Eleventh Doctor

"Tell me the whole plan!...one day that'll work." -The Eleventh Doctor

"Oh, look a big mining thing. Oh, I love a big mining thing." -The Eleventh Doctor

"I hate good wizards in fairy tales. They always turn out to be him." -River Song

"Fezzes are cool." -The Eleventh Doctor

"You make them so afraid. When you began, all those years ago, sailing off to see the universe, did you ever think you'd become this? The man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name?" -River Song

Batman:

"I'm not wearing hockey pants." -The Dark Knight

"I believe in Jim Gordon. I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe in Gotham City." -The Long Halloween

"I have been to too many funerals." -Hush

"Did I finally reach the limits of reason? And find the devil waiting? And was that fear in his eye?" -R.I.P.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have eaten well." -Year One

"You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you." -Year One

"He does that. Annoying, isn't it?" -Jim Gordon, The Long Halloween

"Deep down, Clark's essentially a good person...and deep down, I'm not." -Hush

"Clark...what the hell are 'good' villains?" -Public Enemies

"This is your friend?" -Wonder Woman, Trinity

Sherlock:

"Shut up everybody, shut up! Don't move, don't speak, don't breath, I'm trying to think. Anderson, face the other way, you're putting me off." -Sherlock Holmes

"Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street." -Sherlock Holmes

"Ha. Look at you lot. You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me. It must be relaxing." -Sherlock Holmes

"I'm Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone, because no one else can compete with my massive intellect!" -John Watson

"BORED! BORED! BORED! Don't know what's got into the criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them." -Sherlock Holmes

"Look at that, Mrs. Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?" -Sherlock Holmes

"Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?" -Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock: Shut up.
Lestrade: I didn't say anything.
Sherlock: You were thinking. It's annoying.

"Dear God. What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring." -Sherlock Holmes

"That's clever. Is it clever? Why is it clever?" -Sherlock Holmes

"I'm not a psychopath, Anderson, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research." -Sherlock Holmes

My three favorite heroes. Yay.

Personal quotes:

"I'm like physics, I always make sense."

"I'm sorry if I drool on your hippopotamus in my sleep."

Watson (my BFF):

"Iron Man had to build a fancy suite, all Batman needs is a mask."

Random spidey quote just for the heck of it:

"Well, ew." -Brian Micheal Bendis's Daredevil

/endrant

P.S. There's a fleet of cars from the 20s going around downtown right now.

May Reading List

Read:
The Hunger Games

In Progress:

The Weapon
1984

End of Course Chaos

Dear Wal,

I haven't posted in four days. I know. Things have been insane. Where do I start? First off, my principle saw the need to crack down on everyone right at the end of the year, a few weeks before exams. Now, we all know this doesn't do anyone any good. It's like putting a nuclear missile in a pressure cooker and dead locking the lid. Everyone is already stressed enough about final exams, final projects, etc. We don't need any more pressure.
You see, when I was homeschooled tests and the end of the year really weren't that big of a deal. Partly because due dates were flexible, but also because tests were pretty common. We had one big state test to take every year where we had to be in a classroom pretty much non-stop for two days. The test was on every subject, mostly general stuff, but still it was a pretty substantial test and EOCs are nothing compared. We got ice cream at the end of it, though, and that make everything better. I actually looked forward to the ice cream part. I don't get very much ice cream.
Anyway, when I came to this school I encountered a whole new atmosphere of stress and panicking and flailing that I had never encountered before. I didn't understand why everyone was freaking out or why they thought these tests were going to be such an ordeal, but me being me all this stress rubbed off and I went into several weeks of emotional turmoil. Believe it or not, I'm really sensitive to the emotions of people around me.
Anyway, it's not the tests I dread at the end of the course but the atmosphere. There's nothing I hate more than sitting in a room with a bunch of stressed out teenagers freaking out over this paper or that final. I don't want to be in school with that, and this is me we're talking about. It takes a lot for me to hate school.

/endrant

P.S. I'm addicted to Doctor Who now. :D

Tales of Woodcutting

Dear Wal,

Today we were heading home from the library (I get off the bus at the library and then Dad picks me up) and we had just left downtown when all of a sudden there was this giant log in the road. It had dark bark and it was covered in ivy-I thought it was white pine because the trees above the road are these magnificent, ancient white pins all shrouded in ivy, but Dad said it was an oak. Apparently, this grew of dudes was cutting up said tree that they had just felled when he drove down to pick me up. The log rolled off the hill above the road and into the road.
This guy was standing next to the log and waving cars around, and the log came up above his waist. This tree was seriously huge.
In order to understand where all this is coming from, you have to realize that I live in a small town in the middle of no where. Half or more of the population heats with wood, and whenever you want to build something there's always a lot of clearing and cutting and hauling that has to be done before you even have a spot to build in. Only in my town would you find a giant log sitting in the middle of the road.

Picture of forest around my house

We heat with wood at my house, it's cheaper than oil and abundant, Dad usually doesn't even have to cut down live trees. There are always dead or near-dead trees (ones that haven't rotted yet, that is) to use for fire wood. He and I have a system worked out. He cuts down the trees and splits the wood and I lug it around everywhere. Usually have to take it from the splitter to the trailer and then from the trailer to the woodpile after I drive it over there. Piling wood is very serious business. You have to do it just right so the whole thing doesn't tip over, which means that you have to take into account that each piece of wood is going to be slightly bigger on one end no matter how perfectly split it is. Trees get thinner the taller you go, so the end closest to the ground is wider. This might not seem that important, but if you pile too many pieces with the wide end on one side or the other those few centimeters of extra wood add up and you find your pile leaning dangerously. Then there's the weird pieces, where the wood was split along a knot and there's a huge clump of wood in the way that makes piling them difficult. Along the way chunks and splinters fall off or get peeled off until there's a good bit of kindling scattered everywhere. Then I go around and pick it up and put it in buckets. And thus was my job.
Until...
Dad taught me how to use the splitter. I was infinitely pleased. Finally, a real task (I'm still trying to get him to teach me how to drive the tractor) for an assistant lumberjack. Splittles are dangerous. If you don't keep your hands thoroughly out of the way, bad things can happen. So I heaved logs onto the metal base and watched them peel apart like butter under the splitter's ax..splitting thing..whatever it's called. It was extremely satisfying. And I didn't lose any limbs.

/endrant

Writing Cycles

Dear Wal,

My mind is in a state of constant turmoil. One second I’m happy and bouncy, and then the tiniest thing tips me over the edge. It’s not an uncommon situation. I’m sure we’ve all felt the same at some point. My emotional state tends to hinge on the state of my writing. If it sucks, then I feel like crap, and if it’s awesome then I feel like I could fly. Here’s generally what happens:

Few sentences a day	Mediocre-feeling of impending doom
Couple of pages a day	Better-light at the end of the tunnel
Day or so of no writing	Not so bad-after all, my imagination can only do so much
Epic blast of 6+ pages	Walking on air-life couldn’t be better
Few days of no writing	Alright-last writing spazz was amazing afterall
Epic blast part 2 of 6+ pages	Practically in space-life can be better
Week or more of no writing or ideas or anything	Pit of despair-hell on earth inside my head

/endrant

Scribbles Again

Sketch I worked up for my art trade with Watson. I like this sketch much better than the final lines, but what can you do? Things get messed up in the process of transferring to sketchbook. Doodled in Math class.

Doodled in English class. A bunch of possibles for the fire horse, part two of art trade with Watson.

The rearing horse in the previous picture developed into this, and then Austin told me I should make it a unicorn and I did. And then I named it Austin. It's a long story.

I know it's bad. Don't mock me.
Drawn using my new how-to-draw book.
Yes, I use those. Don't mock me.

VEC Solar System

Uh, well...
You see, Austin, Adam, Beth, Emily, Jessica and I were walking down the hall of the highschool like we always do on the way to the cafeteria when I look back to see Austin and Adam going around in a little circle. Pretty soon Beth, Emily and me were sucked into orbit and then we enveloped Jessica as our sun.
Yeah, it was an interesting day.

/endrant

Chores

Dear Wal,

Most people don’t really understand chores. Not really, I mean. You don’t truly get the meaning of the word chore until you have animals. I mean real animals. Not just your cat and your dog and your fish. I take care of two horses and the barn that goes with them. That includes a whole host of smaller jobs and bigger jobs and all kinds of jobs and lots of dust and time.

First there’s the fence. That in itself is a monumental task. Particularly with electric fence in the middle of the forest like mine. Every time there’s a storm, whole sections of the fence go down until little twigs. Since it isn’t wood planks, it can’t even take a little pressure from a tiny branch. So then I have to troop out and wrap wire and wrestle insulators onto posts. I’m not sure what’s worse-digging postholes and hammering panels or having to fix the same fence over and over and over again. I know wooden fence is expensive, but in the long run isn’t it cheaper? I’ll have to work up the math sometime. Anyway, electric fence is a pain. When we first got Buzzy he would push on it to reach the grass outside the fence and then freak out when he got shocked, effectively ripping off the wire. It took him a year and a half for him to get out of that habit. He can be so thick sometimes. One time this branch fell on a post and drove it all the way into the ground. It was a big windstorm and a big tree.

Then there’s dust maintenance. It’s not wise to let the stuff sit and multiply, for my health and the horse’s. So then, I have to sweep out the barn every week or two which isn’t that bad as long as I keep up with it, but then every few months I have to clean out the stalls. That means taking out shavings and sweeping out the dust, and that’s just absolutely horrible. I nearly suffocate and die every time I have to clean out the stalls.

After that you have all the daily tasks; feeding (fodder and grain), mucking out of stalls, walking horses in and out. And then the odd jobs: tending hoses, washing out the trailer, cleaning tack, collecting buckets, unloading feed into bins, medical emergencies.

You complain about taking out the trash? Washing the dog? Cleaning the kitchen? That’s nothing.

/endrant

P.S. I do complain about washing the dog..and cleaning the kitchen…and doing the dishes..:D

My Weekend

Dear Wal,

I’m going to tell you about my weekend now. It was insane and ridiculous and awesome and amazing.

Friday

I spent most of the school day working on German and Art, trying to get everything done so I can have plenty of time later for what was then yet to come. We were preparing for the dread school fundraiser. I rode home with my mother and was ordered to clean the cart, because we were going to take it to the fundraiser. So I started cleaning in a whirly fashion. I spent four hours listening to Tom’s playlist and wiping layers and layers off the cart and the harness. Thankfully it wasn’t leather. If it had been leather it would probably have been twice as long. Although, I’ve never cleaned a biothane harness before. I’ve only ever cleaned biothane reins or bridles. Anyway, I came back in when I finished and my mother informed me that we weren’t taking the cart after all. Now, I wouldn’t have a problem with cleaning it for nothing if it weren’t for that it was for nothing, and it was going to get covered in dust again. I watched Doctor Who until midnight.

Saturday

My day started at six in the morning. I spent an hour loading up the truck and frantically stuffing things in places and feeding creatures. We finally make it on the road to the school. I give Mom a pep talk on the way. I blow up a bunch of balloons, and sufficiently scare myself and my principle Miss Greene to death. I wasn’t very good with the helium tank. Mom sent me across the street to the park where we were setting up the fundraiser with the balloons. I got confused, because the farmer’s market had set up nearby and so I ended up wandering around like an idiot through the farmer’s market with a handful of balloons.

I ran around for four hours directing people, setting up tables and booths, and setting up the games we brought. Everything was a whirl of activity, and me being me I got a massive pounding headache about thirty minutes into all of this. Everyone kept asking for Watson and wondering when she was going to be here. I was glad when she finally arrived. Company. We manned a game for a while. Austin was manning cornhole, we were doing bowling and Greyson and friend were doing lucky ducky. Someone just wrote Austin’s game a check for fifty bucks as a donation, and then he and Greyson and friend got into a huge competition over who had the most money. The games were a quarter a turn. Watson told Austin and Greyson and friend to stop acting like middle schoolers, and then promptly started chasing me around with a clover whip.

A few hours and lots of ripped up grass later we were thoroughly bored. Leigh-Anne randomly came over and tried to get us to dance with her. We just stared at her. We had too much dignity. Then Watson said: “This white girl don’t dance.”

A few hours later we gave up on the games and went across the park to listen to Chloe and One Man Up. Both were very good. I was laying in the grass innocently trying to go to sleep in an attempt to relieve the worsening headache and Adam and Watson started throwing grass in my face. I rolled around and complained for a while but finally just gave up. We had a few cakewalks and at the last one Adam jacked a cake. He’s so innocent, you’d never think he’d do something like that. It was hilarious, we looked up and there he was, walking across the grass with a cake looking very proud of himself. I eventually returned it. Watson somehow managed to get a cloud burn. (It was overcast almost all day.) I got a little red but it wasn’t bad.

We left the fundraiser and rode to Adam grandma’s house for his birthday party. There was so much awesome hilarious stuff going on it’s impossible to tell all the stories. But the highlight of the evening was this tire swing. The boys got the idea first of course, and wound up the rope of the tire swing until it kinked up and then Jacob got in. He made a noise something like this: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAah Somehow he still managed to get up and run. TJ went next and completely pwned by running in a straight line without even stumbling. Adam went after that and tripped over his own feet. Me being me I had to try it. We twisted it up and I got on. It was one of the most ridiculous, awesome things I have ever done in my entire life. When I got off I couldn’t even stand up. I tried to get up on my hands and knees and fell over. It was very sad.

After that we played some games. One of which was this thing where you had to stack cans on top of plates in increasing numbers in a minute without knocking the whole thing over. I.e. one can, plate, two cans, plate, three cans, plate etc. I failed horribly at it, and Watson pwned. After that I ate lots of candy. Me and Tommy talked about Batman, and at some point Watson put in that: “Iron Man had to build a suite, all Batman needs is a mask.”  Batman in a nutshell.

We were going non-stop until nine. Adam gave me and Watson a glowstick and a slinky. We both managed to lose our slinkies on the ride home. We sang Tobuscus all the way to Watson’s house. It was amazing. Once we got to Watson’s house we just crashed.

Watson’s spare pillow was too huge and hard so I asked her to toss me a stuffed animal (I was sleeping on the floor) and she asked me if I wanted a hippopotamus or a horse. I picked the hippopotamus because I figured it would be squishier. I was supergroggy, so I warned Watson that: “I’m sorry if I drool on your hippopotamus in my sleep.”

Sunday

Watson and I sat in her kitchen and ate her mother’s wonderful pancakes and Watson’s pizza for breakfast. We played minecraft for a while, watched some Doctor Who and then headed off to meet Austin, Adam and Fungus to go see the Avengers. We made a raid on BILO and bought lots of Mountain Dew and candy. We stuffed it all in Fungus’s and Austin’s pockets and then loaded into the truck. It was a very amusing ride. We introduced my mother to Tobuscus among other things. The Avengers was freaking awesome.

But my mother’s phone vanished. We tried calling it in the car but we couldn’t hear it. There was a perfectly good reason for that. When we returned to the BILO we discovered that it was wedged between the bed of the truck and the cab. Watson used her amazing small hands powers to get it out unscathed.

I went home. I crashed. It was amazing.

Monday

My final exam screwed up and gave me a zero. Then my chapstick committed suicide.

/endrant

Characters That Remind Me of Jason

Dear Wal,

I go through life being reminded of funny Jason moments. His story isn't finished yet, not even a substantial amount of his story is finished, and since I'm rewriting it now he's got even less. He's amusing though, so he doesn't drive me as crazy as some other characters I've had but never finished writing. Anyway, little bits of other characters always remind me of Jason.

Robin
This one is pretty obvious, considering Jason is a robin in the regular DC universe. But I'm not talking about Jason Todd. I don't actually know very much about the actual Jason Todd. I read Under the Red Hood once when I was an ignorant noob. Didn't understand a word. I couldn't figure out who the guy with the red hood was, and then when it was revealed as Jason I still understand the significance of that, but I thought the whole business was cool and entertaining anyway. I have really bad luck. I always read the most complicated stories first and then fill in the gaps after I've been completely confused. Anyway, Dick always reminds me of my Jason He's hysterical. There was this one scene in City of Crime where he had been on stakeout for a few hours and he was out of his mind from boredom: "Boredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored". As I always say, that is so Jason. Dick's evil laugh on Young Justice also reminds me of Jason, as well as his unique grammar. I wrote a Superman|Batman story where Jason ran around beating up villains and henchmen and the like speaking in rhymes. Needless to say Clark had about had it by the end of the story.

The Doctor
I know he's the Doctor, I know. But some of the things the Matt Smith version does...All the mad-cap random solutions, the flailing around and especially the sentimentality. The Doctor sincerely cares about people and human life, something he and Jason have in common.

Sokka
He eats. A lot. And he eats everything. He randomly scrapes things off of cave walls and slices open cactuses. Anything that comes within range is consumed instantly. He flounders around and fails at things. Something that Jason also does a lot. In my JLA stories, he and the Flash have epic battles over the fridge in the watchtower, and pickles. He and the Flash are just very amusing in general. Another thing about Sokka is when he gets sick, he's either completely delirious or completely miserable. Jason works the same way, except it's usually he's completely immune to some severe stomach bug and then get's wiped out by the common cold.








/endrant

Midnight Minecraft Adventures Episode 2

Dear Wal,

I spend the night with three testificates. I’ve continued to let them stay in my house. It’s nice to have company.

And no, it’s not that kind of company.

I put around harvesting wheat and then all of a sudden:

Skeleton: SNEAK ATTACK >:D

Me: D8 *RUN*

But then they catch on fire. I have my revenge.

Me: AHA, TIME FOR MURDER >8D

Skeleton: *jumps in water* You thought I was dead? YOU WRONG. I KILL YOU.

We’re at a stalemate now. I can’t approach without dying. They can’t leave the shade without dying. I have to be smart. Like Batman. So I try to come at them from above and get on the roof of a nearby house. One of them shoots me off the roof. Nope. Time to try a new tactic. I’ll come at them from behind.

On the way to doing that I get stuck in a hole with a testificate. I have to kill him in order to get out.

By the time I get across the village to kill the skeletons they’re gone. Bummer.

I spend the day getting wood and then part of the  night making tools. The bed won’t let me sleep because there are monsters nearby. I skillfully kill a skeleton from the inside of my house. I go to sleep to the sound of zombies pounding on my door. But I’ve blocked up the entrance so I’m safe. I’m getting pretty good at this.

I decide it’s time to go mining. I get to a huge, massively amazing hole and make my way down to the bottom.

Zombie: >:[:(]

Me: D8 *RUN*

I think I got maybe ten cobblestone on that run. So I still have a long way to go. I head back home and commence the building of an awesome tree fort in the nearby jungle. I build a wooden box. Woot. I spend the night in my box and then head out to harvest wheat and chop wood. Then I return to the village to sleep. The bed won’t let me sleep, because once again there are monsters nearby. This time it’s a pair of creepers. Like the idiot I am, I try to kill them through a window:

Me: DIE >:D

Creepers: :D *boom*

Me: D8 *RUN*

I escape the blast. But my house is decimated. I run into another house. All the doors are gone at this point. I hope that the testificates aren’t all dead. I need to get iron doors for them. If they can open iron doors.

It’s almost morning, and the windows of my new house are being swarmed by skeletons and spiders. And now there’s a zombie too. They’re all crowding around my blocked doorhole. I’M GOING TO DIE. I murder them through a one-block hole and live to tell the tale. I don’t see any testificates anywhere. I don’t they survived the night. There’s a skeleton in one of their houses. I kill it. Still now testificates. I move into the church. It’s the only safe place left.

With all my testificate friends dead, I’m starting to feel the pain of the loneliness of existence. I miss their strange, silent presence in the village. I think they died the night I spent in the tree. I wasn’t there to protect them. I failed them.

I go around planting trees and setting up a sugar cane farm. I found a hole closer to the village. I kill a creeper. Life has become monotonous. One thing I’ve learned is that recourses need to be close to where I live. It takes too run all over the place and harvest stuff. I spend most of my small amount of daylight traveling and not getting much needed materials.

I spend the night in the church and then decide to venture in the hole I found. Time to mine.

Skeleton: SNEAK ATTACK >:D

Me: HA, NOT THIS TIME >:D *murder*

Creeper: SNEEK ATTACK >:D

Me: D8 *run*

Creeper: MWAHAHAH >8D
Me: *falls in hole* AAAAAAAH

Creeper: I HAVE YOU NOW

Me: YOU THINK SO? YOU THINK SO?! *kills*

Me: 2 Creeper: 1

I spend another day gathering materials. Then I go back to mining. I’ve hit the jackpot. A huge vertical shaft leading down into the deep dark. I’m scared. This is it. Then I run out of torches. I mine some coal, and now thus armed with torches I start the descent. Glory! I’ve used up my last wooden pickax. I finally reach the bottom of the shaft. Dead end. But I can hear lava and a zombie. I follow the sound and mine through the wall into another cave.

I kill the zombie, and then:

Me: GOLD! 8D

There’s another zombie at the top of a tunnel. But he can’t get to me.

Me: MWAHAHAHA :D

Zombie: Eatface? D:

I build an elaborate tunnel under a waterfall to get to another cave. I find a zombie spawner and murder all the zombies before plastering everything with torches so they won’t spawn. I have booty from chests. I’m doing good until:

Skeleton: SNEEK ATTACK >8D

Me: D8 *nearly falls out of chair*

I’ve come around in a loop. I hate loops. This one is probably going to get me completely lost. But I press onward. I have a legitimate system of tunnels now, all thoroughly lit and monster free. My last pickaxe breaks. I use my last torch. Time to ascend. Me being me, I’m lucky enough to reach the surface when it’s night time. So have to wait it out in my tunnels. Thankfully I have an iron door, so the monsters can’t touch me. Crap. There’s a creeper right outside my door.

Me: AAAAAAAAAAH D8

Creeper: >:D *BOOM*

My evil plan to kill it didn’t work. But I didn’t die. So it’s still Me: 2 Creeper: 1. I return to the surface world, intact and alive. I lay out plans for a wall and build a new room onto my tree fort before returning to base for the night.