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I awoke this morning and felt the world around me had changed. The grass outside my current mining operation was a little darker, the trees a more lush green.

Since we last spoke I moved out. Took a boat trip to a new area, new caves to explore and all that. I’ve begun constructing a series of waypoint and destination towers, and found a rather efficient way of lighting them with falling lava.

I’m still in awe of the way water and lava flows in this world, seemingly for infinity.

I found a book. In it were passages that spoke of a gate to another world. I thought to myself that perhaps this world was home and I could finally return. I followed it’s instructions, a doorway of Obsidian four across, and five tall. With a special incantation, and a spark from my flint and steel, a shimmering violet mass filled the gate. I stood in it for a moment to inspect its strange liquid properties when suddenly I was taken not to my home but a strange Netherworld, terrible and awesome in the same breath. The searing heat sent me scurrying back to the unfamiliar gelatin, hoping it would return me to the place I must now call home.

How wrong I was.

I write this now by the faint violet glow of the shimmering abomination. That obsidian monument to all my hopes and dreams. All I know is that I am underground. Perhaps this portal was here all along, perhaps it was created by some evil magicks of the Netherworld. This matters not to me.

Perhaps if I were to slay myself, I could be returned to the surface, as often happens in the strange place. I dare not return to the Nether for fear that my death there would have undesirable or permanent effects. I wonder what lay in the blackness surrounding me, that great Mystery. Maybe one way leads to a shaft deep enough that I might shatter my bones and return to the surface? That may be the only option left open to me.

Damn my curiosity.

Day 14

I thought that perhaps keeping this log would keep me sane. As it turns out, I can put my mind to doing things and the heartache and loneliness goes away. Since I last wrote I built a home in the cliffside near The Mystery. There I forged and crafted wooden tools for myself. The more blackrock I acquired, I realized it could be used to set things aflame.  Now I had tools, and fire. With that, I set out to explore the mystery, ready to take on whatever came my way!

Only to find out The mystery didn’t extend as deeply as I had thought.

The illusion broken, now the Mystery has become one of my stone quarries. I’ve begun construction on a lighthouse, for both finding my way home from the spawn beach, and to perhaps alert others to my presence.

Day 30

I’ve completed the lighthouse. It can be seen for many miles. I think I shall go explore more.  Perhaps I might find a friendly face while I’m out?

Day 4

I set out to find a new home, away from the madmen and the spiders.

I found a small deposit of loose rocks on the side of a mountain overlooking my old home, and the mystery.

This spot will do well, I found an underground spring nearby, and a herd of pigs. I dug into the loose rock and carved myself out a small cave, and blocked most of the entrance with dirt.

Perhaps this will be enough for the madmen to overlook me. Maybe tonight will be peaceful.

I leave myself a small hole through which I can watch the moon set.

Time cannot pass when my mind wanders. I must focus on the world.

Day 6

The boredom overcame me, and I ventured out into the evening wilderness. The Mystery kept calling me back. En route I was attacked by creatures that exploded on touch! I awoke on the same beach, as I had so many times before.

While I lay there, dazed and confused, I had a vision of another man, much like me. First he was in the snow, huddled in fear searching for food. He died, and did not return. The next man seemed comfortable! He had dug himself a cave in the side of a mountain, and found an abundance of blackrock. He had a table that helped him create things, tools!

I spied on him in my vision, and awoke a new man. I set about building myself a table in the shadow of Old Home, and made pick axes, shovels, hoes, axes, and even swords of the wood I found around me. With these tools I could set about carving out my new home, and even to explore The Mystery.

I started playing Minecraft recently, and I found the game to be fairly conducive to constructing a narrative. As I was carrying on through the world, I was indeed writing my avatar’s story in my head.  This is his story:

Day 1

I awoke, hot, covered in sand, under a strange sky. Thirsty.

I set about to find drinkable water, to explore my surroundings. No luck on the water, I lashed out at the sand and rock. The sand gave, the dirt gave. Beneath the sand and the dirt I found rock. Rock was not as forgiving.

As I came around the small island I arrived upon, I found the most wonderous rock formation ahead of me. A cliff overhanging a small bay, supported by a small column of rock on another outlying island. This looked defensible, I heard wolves in the distance. Perhaps I could make a stand here. I knew I would need sand to create a bridge between my new home and the mainland, and dug at the sand around the base of the overhang’s support. Water quickly rushed to fill the gaps left by the sand.

Then I dug too far. I cracked open a hole into a large cavern beneath my new home, and quickly found myself deep into the cavern, pushed by the ravenous water.

Water, always looking to fill, to maintain the balance.

Looking into the pure blackness of this cavern, I knew I wanted to explore its depths more. That will wait. I need fire to see. Still working on that, fire.

I continued my work on gathering sand well into the evening. As the sun set I once again was pushed into the mystery. Now, though, there was no light from above. I could not move for fear of being swept into the current, and carried deep into the mystery. So I slept.

Day 2

Finally, light peeks through the small opening I left in the sand. Light fought back the mystery and let me escape without fear.

This morning I searched for wood. I had a sharp piece of flint and gathered a fair bit of wood, and some sticks. Mysteriously, the leaves stay aloft even after their tree has been felled.

Animals approached me, a chicken, sheep, and cow. The chickens yielded feathers, the sheep, wool. The cows have yet to give me any benefit. I may need to domesticate some of these animals near my new home.

Hungry.

OH! A pig just wandered by. Perhaps it will yield food.

Delicious.

I will camp upon the top of my new home tonight. Surveying the land around me. I dug a deep ditch to prevent anyone from creeping up on me in the night.

Day 3

Across the water, I saw a humanoid form light aflame. Curious. The first man I see, and he disappears before I can reach him. I will seek out his remains later.

More lumber gathering.

I need tools.

I lack a proper fuel source for flame.

In the night, I see glowing red eyes across the water. I thought perhaps my flint was sufficient to defend myself. I was wrong.

I died.

And immediately awoke upon the beach. I was disoriented, and all the resources I had gathered were across the way. I sat on the sand, and await the dawn.