...blam. Too late.
Blocks of cobblestone and my former friend shower down around me in a hellish display of unmitigated evil.
Time for mourning, however, has to be rather brief - within seconds, another two Creepers fall from the roof of the cavern, seemingly out of nowhere, their dead eyes staring right into my cuboidal soul. As I ready my sword, a terrifying thought enters my mind.
"Wait... how the hell do I get out of here, again?"
Ever since we inexplicably landed on this shoreline, Matt has had a single, driving desire - to dig, to dig deep, to dig endlessly deep - regardless of the horrors that subtle warnings, like, "every common fantasy novel ever", promise us lurks down beneath the surface. I could never quite place his motivation, but to get in his way would be to get in the way of a driven man. Driven, perhaps, in the way an insane person is driven to eat pine cones, but driven nonetheless.
Days of mining had led Matt to discover a vast underground cave network. I finally found some time between refinishing the roof of our fort to head up the exploration mission with him. After seemingly endless miles of stone steps and creepy noises, what we found was pretty breathtaking:
This was our greatest mistake; taking time to admire the works of Nature. Everyone knows that usually ends up with someone dead. Someone like Matt.
After the "incident", I find myself alone, hopelessly lost, and running from the embodiment of pure evil. I have very little health, and no savory pork chops to delight in. My sword is two feather dustings away from shattering, and I'm dangerously low on torches and luck.
In other words, I'm enjoying a normal night outside of the fort.
In a way, I deserve this.
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