While climbing up and carving the steps, Steve didn’t notice one small pathway inside the rock. Now that he was climbing down, the small pathway became more noticeable, and Steve decided to explore it. Just as he expected, the pathway was leading to a cave. After arranging a few torches on the walls, he started mining stone and minerals, namely iron and coal; somehow there was an abundance of these resources, despite the cave’s small size.
“I wish I could create a device that could produce unlimited cobblestone quantity to make my work so much easier. Mining in the actual caves is so difficult and dangerous! It would make it unnecessary to go so far away from home and risk my life JUST to get some cobblestone.” Unfortunately, it was just a dream that he had, way too far from reality. In spite of his natural inventiveness, Steve didn’t know the first thing about building such a device.
Chapter 8: Steve Survives a Thunderstorm (And Its Consequences)
Meanwhile, quite a bit of time had passed since Steve decided to visit this resource-rich cave, and it was getting dark. Having left the cave with his pockets full of harvested resources, Steve started walking home. Suddenly, the whole sky got especially dark, and in about two minutes it started raining heavily. Steve tried running, but his heavy pockets got in the way of that; he begrudgingly threw out a couple of stones and it got a lot easier. By the time he stepped on his porch, it was completely dark. After stoking the furnace, he stored all his “riches” in the chest, got undressed and put the clothes next to the furnace to dry them.
Steve needed something to lie on, so he started crafting a bed. In less than five minutes Steve heard a horrible crackling upstairs, in the attic; and, right after that, the reverberating noise of thunder. Abandoning his unfinished bed, he went upstairs to find out what happened. What he saw there horrified and stunned him – the roof was on fire! The fire had already spread to attic floor when Steve finally came to his senses and burst out of the house like a bullet, taking his clothes and storage chest with him.
The thunderstorm was very powerful, and one of the lightning bolts struck the roof of Steve’s house. Steve was watching his entire livelihood, and indeed, his life, burn. After all, no house meant no life. Even the pouring rain couldn’t put out the mighty fire on the roof. The sky itself was not dark anymore, but had a sort of light gray color. It seemed suspicious and strange to Steve. And not without reason, as it turned out; soon the lightning was everywhere and weird creatures, the sort that Steve had never seen before, started appearing, seemingly originating from the lightning bolts. Even their appearance suggested their all-consuming hostility.
Chapter 9 . Steve Meets the Monsters
The creatures were not only stepping out of the lightning bolts, but they were also approaching Steve from the forest near the lake. There was a deafening explosion near the house, destroying half of it. Steve was knocked away by the shockwave, somewhere towards the lake, right into the monsters’ claws. Knocking his head on a tree and regaining his senses, he quickly started trying to figure out what to do. Having decided that the creatures were only appearing on this island, he changed his direction towards the other island that he had seen from the top of the mountain.
After he took the boat that had been still floating in the water and his storage chest, he started running to that exact mountain. Running was hard, of course, but he didn’t stop for even a second out of fear of getting chased down and eaten alive. He heard hissing behind him, and saw arrows flying by, seeming to appear out of nowhere. Dodging the arrows, he looked back to see who was firing them, and then he saw IT. He saw a crowd of monsters practically breathing down his neck. He saw the archers among them – rather thin creatures, which looked somewhat like Steve himself. There were also spiders and some long-bodied green creatures, walking silently on their four legs. Picking up the pace, Steve started throwing out all the useless stuff from his chest. After reaching his destination, he started climbing up the stairs. Having entered the cave, Steve blocked the way with earth and stone right away. He quickly figured out the way to the sea and started digging. The torches he left there the last time were still burning, so his work was a lot easier. After ten minutes of focused labor the passage was complete, and Steve, without giving it a second thought, jumped into the boat and pushed with his hands. His landing was a bit careless – some water poured into the boat, so he started scooping it out.
In a short while, he was sailing in the direction of the island that he hoped would be safe. However, the very thing that Steve had been afraid of from the moment that the first monsters appeared happened. He saw the monsters, lurking around the island in search of food, from afar. After looking around and making sure that there were no other signs of land, Steve started sailing around the island, hoping that there would be fewer creatures. As it turned out, there was a whole connected system of islands instead of just one. Having chosen the most appropriate place for the landing, Steve moored the boat, and this time he decided to take the boat with himself instead of leaving it in the water, just in case.
Chapter 10. The Start of a New Life
Morning was coming. After all that stress, Steve was very tired and wanted to just fall down on the floor and doze off. He still couldn’t believe what had happened. He didn’t even know what caused the nightmare that he had seen, and he was dying to know, in spite of being afraid of what it might be. But he didn’t have time to relax, so he kept stumbling along the shore, flinching from every little noise and looking over his shoulder every other minute. The morning wasn’t warm, as it was on the first day of Steve’s life; it was cold and somewhat misty. After a while, sunlight dispelled the mist and a thought-provoking image appeared before Steve’s eyes: a zombie, standing right next to him. At least, he looked like one – he had a poisoned body, moved slowly and kept his arms extended forward as he walked, not to mention the rattle-like noises. After the first rays of sunlight touched his head, he immediately burst into flames and died, letting out one last moan. The zombie’s body disappeared a few seconds later, and the few particles that were left got dispersed into the air. Steve looked around: all the skeletons and zombies that he saw were dying one by one. “So it’s the daylight that kills them! Maybe once they’re all dead it will be over?” thought Steve, happily. But it wasn’t so simple: the zombies and the skeletons were dead, but the spiders and the long-bodied green creatures – creepers, as Steve had decided to call them - showed no sign of burning to death. They were still lurking around in the sun, persistently looking for food. Meanwhile, Steve had to find a shelter, where he could hide from them and live, or, to put it more accurately, to survive. Having found a small pit in the ground, he started digging, going deeper and deeper underground. It took him a very long time, because Steve was working so slowly. Thinking that a forty-cube deep pit should be enough for trying to survive in volatile conditions, Steve started expanding his room. Then he masked the entrance to his hideout and put down the chest, the furnace and the workbench. After finishing the bed and arranging the torches, he went outside to look for food, as he hadn’t eaten anything since the previous day.
Looking at the lurking spiders and creepers reminded Steve that he still didn’t have an adequate weapon or any sort of body armor. He climbed back down to his shelter, opened the chest and started looking for items that could be helpful for crafting weapons and armor. A few minutes later, he found thirty-two cubes of iron ore, a couple of planks and five sticks. He also found some long-forgotten mushrooms in one of the chest’s compartments. Now that he had found them, he didn’t need to go outside; he could just cook a mushroom soup instead, and he got to it right away. Having finished cooking the soup, he only had a few things left to do: make his shelter a little cozier by crafting a wooden floor and placing a table and a seat there. Steve melted the iron ore into iron bars, which he used to make a door that he placed next to the entrance. He also made a lever for opening the door out of a stick and a stone and attached it next to the door.
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br /> Now he was completely relaxed, and could finally eat his soup. After finishing his meal, Steve couldn’t do anything else, being so exhausted from the last two days. He didn’t know how much time had passed and whether it was day or night. It didn’t matter at the moment, anyways, so he just went to bed and immediately fell asleep.
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Chapter 11: Steve's Spider
He dreamt of the forest and the pig that he had tried to drive to his farm, but the pig was disappearing all the time and reappeared in a new place each time, as if teasing him, trying to make him go deeper into the thicket. Steve couldn’t catch her, but then she appeared once more, this time on a small mountain, and Steve went after her. Climbing the mountain was easy at first, but it got harder and harder. Steve was suffocating, and, after making a serious effort…he woke up. All the torches in the room were extinguished, except for one, and Steve had to use it as a “lighter” to light them again. Afterwards, he began crafting weapons and armor but he had some trouble with the helmet; while trying to find the right size, he either made it too big or too small to actually wear. After finally finding the right size, Steve, clad in iron armor from head to toe, went outside his shelter. It was early in the morning – not all the stars were gone from the sky yet. Steve’s first order of business was taking care of food: he carefully avoided the places abundant with creepers and other fauna and slowly moved forward, looking for suitable prey. He pitied the poor pigs and cows, but such was life. In order to avoid getting lost in the unknown area, Steve left marks on the trees. Sometimes he encountered marshy ground on his way, which made it harder to move forward; falling down into the quagmire meant certain death. After gathering a lot of meat, he started harvesting wood by cutting down trees that were overgrown with wild vines. From time to time, Steve would find a mushroom or two; he put them with the meat. He enjoyed the mushroom soup that he made before and wanted to cook it again and again. Steve was a great cook, in fact, and knew many peculiar details and tricks when it came to making food. The process itself brought great joy to him, as much as actually eating the food. He was enjoying himself while cutting the trees, and didn’t notice how his clothes got stuck to one of the branches. A sudden rustle made him look around – “What the-?” The answer came from behind the bushes, with exceptional agility and speed: it was a spider. Steve recoiled and started stepping back slowly, getting stuck in the wild vines more and more. As it was approaching Steve, the implacable spider was snapping his jaws, and Steve couldn’t take it anymore; he panicked and somehow managed to free one of his arms and started looking for his sword, which turned out to be right under his feet. After reaching his sword, Steve quickly sliced through the vines and switched to a defensive stance. The moment that the spider jumped, aiming his sting at him, Steve pointed his sword upwards, impaling it. The spider, still convulsing and rattling in agony, began dissolving.
He had never felt such fear and terror, as it is now. It feels like everything around turned upside down and the world will never be the same. He stood for a long time like this, with a sword in his hand extended, until finally he came to his senses and realized that we should move on. All that was left of the spider were a few web pieces and a red bloody eye that was still looking in his direction. For an unknown reason, he decided to take it as a trophy. He adjusted his helmet on his head and continued to move through the swamp, stopping from time to time to catch their breath. Moving through these kinds of places was hard, especially with such a load on my shoulders but what could he do? He had to get used to the harsh conditions that literally unsettle.
And Steve went step by step toward a new life, towards new adventures, because it was waiting for so many interesting things in this exciting and unusual World of Minecraft!
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