Before we start, I would like to tell everyone that this is not a story, technically speaking. It is, or at least will be, a series of journal entries that I will upload online to share my findings. What I've seen so far was pretty interesting, and I hope I can find some more cool stuff to share with you guys. You probably have no idea what I am talking about right now, so I'll just get started now.

Back in elementary school, I was a total Minecraft addict. I spent almost every minute of free time I could afford playing the game, dismissing my homework and academic success as a secondary priority. The only friends I had also played the game, although none of them played as often as me. The moment I got home from school, I would finish my homework in a rush to get back on the computer. There, I would sort of sink into my own little fantasy world in Minecraft, building, destroying and governing. It felt oddly satisfying to watch your own empires rise and fall, all simulated inside a virtual game world. I used to consider myself a "hardcore gamer", a title that I had took much pride in.

One of my friends who played with me often was also a bit of an addict. For privacy reasons, I will be referring to him as Jake. He was a little older than the rest of us, already moving on to his second year in high school. His marks were also surprisingly high, for the amount of time he spent gaming with us.

He had passed away, just five months ago.

I was quite shocked, and sad when I received the news. Jake had been one of my best minecraft "soldiers", so to speak. Together, we had won a Hunger Games, hosted by one of my other friends. We shared several servers together, just between the two of us, building up cities and castles from the ground up. Jake was the closest thing ever had to a healthy human relationship.

The police told everyone he had committed suicide. He had been found alone in the woods, wearing nothing but a shirt and track pants, self-inflicted marks all over his body. Now that I think of it, he had been acting a little more reserved during the weeks preceeding his death. I felt guilty for not asking him about it; I should've been a better friend.

He gave me his laptop just a day before he died. Evidently, he had already planned everything out. Most of the data was already wiped from the hard drive, with the exception of a single folder labeled "Minecraft", and an unupdated version of the game itself.

I briefly skimmed through the contents the night he had given it to me, and found nothing of interest. After, I put it away in my closet, never knowing what it contained.

It was only yesterday when I had found what he really had on that laptop of his, and it's what I will be sharing with you today.

There were two nondescript text files in the folder, and another folder labeled "Entropy". The text files were just notes about some world he had been creating, and Entropy turned out to be a mod he had recently installed. I thought there wouldn't really be any harm in trying it out. It was probably what he had wanted, after all; why else would he leave me a computer with nothing but a game and a mod?

I've always been told that I was a very impulsive character, leaping into the dark without hesitation or thought of what consequences may ensue. I completely ignored both text files and went straight to the game. It was still in 1.8, what I liked to refer to as the "Age of Endermen".

There were two saved worlds; one labeled "New World" and the other "Ellie". Ellie had been the name of one of Jake's ex girlfriends; one that I had not particularly liked for her snappy personality. It made me wonder as to why he would name a world after her. Did he, perhaps, still retain some feelings for her?

I opened up "New World" first. Immediately, I found myself standing in what seemed like a hole in the ground; stone on all sides, a single torch, bed and chest. There was a narrow, two-by-two passageway leading off into the darkness, some of it blocked off with dirt. I had several more dirt blocks in my hand, as if I had been in the middle of blocking it off. I suppose Jake must've had a reason for doing such a thing, and I quickly finished the job for him. Unsurprisingly, mob noises began to fill the air as soon as the last block was put in place.

I began to explore the little bunker Jake had set up. The ceiling was three blocks high, and the floor was a meager four by four. The chest only contained a few torches and a stone sword, used up almost to breaking point.

Getting annoyed by the incessant growl of zombies outside my makeshift barrier, I went to pause menu and set the difficulty to "Peaceful". The god-awful noises stopped, and I broke down the wall, eager to get out of the claustrophobic little room.

I grabbed the torches from the chest, and began walking down the hallway. I didn't know how long it extended, so I placed my torches conservatively, at intervals of about thirty blocks. By the time my torches had run out, I was still nowhere close to seeing anything at the end of the tunnel.

I contemplated going back to break some old torches and continue using them, but I decided it would be faster if I just kept going. I kept walking, trying to ignore the impulse to turn back.

It seemed like an entire hour before I finally reached the door at the end. It was iron, and there was nothing else in sight, so I broke it down. Leaving the place, I found myself in a small clearing in the forest, having emerged from a hole in the hill behind me. Tall, dark trees surrounded every side, and I almost felt a little intimidated by the way they clustered around me.

I began to hear something that sounded like someone panting from exhaustion. It started off as a quiet but constant noise, that grew louder and louder, as if it were getting closer. I whipped out my sword, preparing to take on any threat that would come close.

A pale figure dashed out from behind the trees, at almost inhuman speed. The closest thing I had seen to something moving that fast was an enderman's teleportation. I didn't even get a glimpse of its face before my health bar rapidly depleted, leaving me with the respawn screen. I sighed, and clicked respawn.

I found myself back at the bunker. Frustrated, and not wanting to walk back out the tunnel, I exited the world and shut down the computer, planning to go back to explore the world when I was in a better mood.

It was only after I had left the game did I realize my settings were still on peaceful.

The only explanation was that the Entropy mod had something to do with it. I'm going to do a little bit of prying now, see what I can get out of it. At least perhaps identify whatever mob had killed me. I suppose I'll upload another entry tomorrow, share some of my findings. If anyone wants to do a bit of their own "detective work", feel free to share it with me.