We define ourselves by the course of our actions, not our course of thinking
-unknown
~Part 1~
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~1~
"Find anything good in the starter chest?"
"just some apples and oak, along with a carrot."
"At least it isn't another wooden hoe"
Steve chuckled as he let the chest top down with a loud thud.
"You wanna toss me some of those apples, and the carrot, please?"
Steve carefully scattered a few in his inventory and passed the items over to Alex.
He then proceeded to punch down a tree.
It's floating leaves started to vanish as he collected the rest of the wood.
"This time I'm making the house" Alex said, breaking the silence.
"Do you have a problem with my house making skills" Steve replied.
"Yes" she said enthusiastically.
"The last time you built our house the walls were made out of dirt"
"It was a dispute solution!" Steve countered.
"Last time I checked nobody wanted to end up in the stomach of a zombie!"
Alex rolled her eyes
"A woman's got to have a clean house to live in" she sympathetically stated
"Go find a cave and I'll start on the house, a good house."
Steve was about to say that he would just make his own but he realized that they were married now and that that's not how it worked.
He quickly scraped up some wood and made a wooden pick axe for his small mining trip.
"Oh honey, could you get some extra cobblestone" Alex said
He turned flipped around and nodded as he trotted off into the new hardcore world they had just started.
"Try not to die this time!" Steve could hear Alex yell.
Steve headed out into a neighboring Mesa biome were he thought caves might be more easy to spot.
"Honey do this!" Honey do that!" He grumbled
"When your looking for coal try to find fifteen thousand diamonds!"
Steve snapped out of it realizing he was making himself look like a prick.
As he aimlessly wandered around the barren Mesa he spotted a ditch cave that dropped about 60 blocks down, one wrong move and he would fall to his inevitable death.
Remembering what Alex had asked he dug down the wall of the cave. Once he got to the bottom he wiped out his crafting table and made a few stone picks, just for the way. As he ventured the depths of the cave he could feel the heat of lava gradually rising. Then he caught the faint glimmer of a lava lake around a corner.
Alex spent the rest of the day gathering wood for the house. She remembered her wedding day with Steve. The only attendance was the cooing of a mourning dove. She thought about the weird life that she and her husband lived. It was only them, nobody, just her and Steve. Only the animals and monsters possessed a roll of company, good and bad.
Alex had about 3 stacks of raw wood now and hastily got to work, houses couldn't build themselves, right?
She went to the spot were all of the trees were cleared out.
Coincidently it overlooked a small canyon with a Brook running down it.
She took some raw oak and made support beams, following up some more as the support for the ceiling.
After about a few hours of modeling the main house was finished. It just needed some windows and filling.
Alex crafted herself a shovel and went down into the canyon to dig up some sand.
Once finished with that she headed back up to notice a few pigs had made themselves at home in the house Alex had just finished.
She took out the carrot, grabbing the pigs attention. Two of them got up while a piglet followed them closely. Alex threw the carrot into the dense forest and all 3 took off like it was a race. She quickly made some doors and blocked the entrance.
Alex wandered into the hollow room picturing what it would look like in the future.
But then she thought about the piglet, and Steve.
What if they were to have a kid, then the world wouldn't be so drab anymore. The idea of making pumpkin pies and cakes and going out for walks with her very own kin made thoughts race through her head.
While this was happening Steve barged through the door, his feat were a smoky black.
"Fell into some lava I see" Alex started.
"You wish" Steve hardly mused .
He picked Alex up and kissed her on the cheek.
"I will admit you've always made a better house then me" he said.
"What happened to you?" Alex said perplexed.
"A creeper fell into a ditch and blew up" Steve added.
"Well, try not get get blown up next time"
Steve popped a smile and tossed some cobble over to Alex.
She took what there was and made a few furnaces, which complimented the empty shell that presumably was the new house, the house that they would spend the rest of their lives in.
Steve looked out a window frame to discover the small canyon, it had a nice brook at the bottom.
By the time he had finished looking out Alex had already filled one of the frames and was on the one he was looking out of so he got out of hey way to go do something else.
The empty room he was in was getting dark as the sun went down so he got out a few torches left over from his mining expedition so he put a few on every wall to combat the darkness.
Steve never knew how the torches supported themselves as well as how they didn't burn down the wooden walls they were on, but he went with it anyways.
Ever since he was put into this odd world there had been some strange things.
He remembered the time when Alex had to save him from a midget riding a chicken and a skeleton mounting a spider, it was truly a mystery why those wired things had happened before.
While Steve was returning from the Mesa he noticed some sheep and a family of pigs.
Steve never regretted killing animals since he had done it so much, but it was food, and food kept him alive.
"Pork chop or mutton?" Steve held up the selection of meats like it was an auction.
"I always liked mutton more" Alex replied, she wondered where he got the pork from, but decided that it would be better not to think about it."
Casually like it was any other day Steve waltzed over to the furnace and shoved the mutton inside.
"Got us some wool for a nice bed." Steve said while quickly looking back to make sure the meat didn't burn.
Alex peered out the window and noticed that the moon was now rising.
"I'll enjoy some sleep, punching wood all day can wear out your hands pretty fast."
Steve walked over to a lone crafting table and plopped some ingredients down, instantly warping them into three beds.
"A bed for for a king!" Steve proudly said as he made the beds look all fancy.
"Muttons done." Alex said waiting for Steve do do something with it.
Quick to attire Steve ran over to the furnace and pulled dinner out with his bear hands, which in a few seconds roasted his hands to a pale red.
Alex had a laugh as Steve ran around the room flip-flopping food in his hands, trying not to burn them off while simultaneously attempting not to drop it.
After a couple hours of enjoying themselves, Steve and Alex were both to tired to play games so they decided to call it a night.
Steve blotted out the torches and Alex made sure that the furnaces cooled down and both got in bed, falling asleep to which felt like moments after.
Steve woke up, it wasn't morning, still night. Alex was still asleep and the cold darkness was not welcoming.
Steve quickly got up after an eerie presence had shaken him.
The soft moonlight beamed through the windows and hit the cobblestone floor.
Steve went up to the panes and looked out side, what he saw didn't greet his stomach well.
A man was outside on the opposite side of the canyon, an army of spider like creatures followed him. He was multicolored, red, blue, green, yellow, black.
Steve didn't who this was, but he definitely wasn't here for a peace conference.
The man took a few steps back and fell over.
A mass of moss came out of his body and started crawling towards Steve. He turned to wake Alex up but it was to late.
There was the man, or, thing. A sword went through Alex's stomach.
It quickly vanished, leaving Alex stone dead on the ground.
Steve started to walk backwards, "no... no, no" he murmured as Alex's skin turned to a pale green.
Then, she got up, no words, a loud growl came out her mouth.
Steve backed away and fell to his knees to, "if this is how everything ends then I will accept it."
He grabbed his stone axe and sliced Alex's head off, it hit the ground and made a streak of blood.
Steve woke up, Alex's arms tightly wrapped around his chest.
As the sun went up for its daily routine, the clucking of a chicken could be faintly heard from outside.
Steve just realized it was a bad dream and decided to soak in the moment, he closed his eyes again, very relieved that Alex wasn't dead.
Steve woke up again, this time Alex was gone, presumably hunting.
She was the best archer He had seen, only bested by a skeleton that shot her off a tall pillar.
Steve threw over the covers and got up. The lone set of furnaces rested in the far corner, accompanied by the crafting table.
While Alex was gone he decided that the bedroom needed some more decor, so he took what was left of his wool and made a painting.
The first painting he got reminded him of a game where brave men would rush into an urban area to fight off some more, they carried metal sticks that shot projectiles that could kill a man in a single shot.
Steve decided the size was too small so he reattempted to get the biggest painting that as possible.
After some trial and error he finally got what he wanted and left the house to get some fresh air.
"Maybe some bookshelves would be nice" Steve contemplated.
Some sugar cane was visible down the brook, so Steve went down the canyon and up the marshy downstream.
As he was going up this gave him time to think.
He was trying to remember the dream but it was out of his mental recall.
It was vaguely there but Steve was at the sugarcane stalks.
He took out his old wooden pick axe and started hacking away at the cane.
The tall green sticks fell to the ground, all being sucked into his inventory.
The sun was now up in the sky, it was a bit colder then usual, which meaner that winter would be here soon.
Steve enjoyed winter but rarely got to experience it because he would always die before he could get past summer.
As the sun contrasted the area into its regular yellow, Steve had all of the sugar cane he needed so he strapped up his backpack and walked back down the brook towards his house.
A desert chased the forest from the east. It's tall green cacti and dead brush giving it company.
"That's a charted exploration!" Steve announced to himself.
A pile of smoke bellowed from the tree line, maybe it was Alex? Steve decided he could have some more time to map out everything and walked towards it.
As he entered the thick tree line he could hear the moos of a cow and metal bashing together.
This was certainly a village, a big one too.
Steve pushed a vine out of his face to be swarmed greedy villagers, already offering up expensive deals that he didn't have the things to afford. As he shoveled his way through the crowd a blacksmith was in sight which was what Steve strived to see.
Blacksmiths oddly never had anyone around them and usually had good things inside so Steve helped himself.
There was some iron, obsidian, and wood. Steve took all of the items and headed out, leaving the villagers behind.
As he walked through the forest an eerie vibe entered and started to bother him.
He then remembered the dream, the nightmare.
"It was just my arachnophobia kicking in" Steve said to himself, but he knew it wasn't.
After a while of boring walking he was at the forest border line again.
The heavy obsidian weighed down on his back, but the house was right over there.
Steve got to the house and opened the front door hungry and exhausted.
Alex turned around to greet him.
"So what crazy relic did you find today?" Alex questioned
Steve took out his looted goods and displayed them proudly.
"Maybe we can use the obsidian to reinforce the fireplace so we don't end up burning he house down like last time." Alex forcefully announced.
"I'll get to work on that later" Steve nodded as he went over to his bed to lay down.
Once again the dream re-entering his mind. It was like a loop hole of scrambled images and visions.
"I found a village today!" Steve announced trying to shake off the thought of the nightmare.
"What did the villagers have to trade?" Alex said as she setups a wool couch
"Trash as usual"
"If you want hordes of sticks then I can make arrangements"
Alex snickered.
Steve loved it when he made her laugh.
"Well, I'm going out again!" Steve said getting off his bed
"Take this with you!" Alex replied as she handed him a fresh loaf of bread. Steve turned around again.
"Where did you find the wheat for this?"
Alex shrugged, "found it"
Steve showed a morbid expression as Alex waived him off.
As He scurried to the desert, noon hit the clock. A faint shadow hid behind the old cacti.
Steve walked around trying to adjust to the hot desert when his foot hit a rock. He jumped up and yelled like a five year old. He looked down to curse the rock that had just ruined his day.
It was not a rock.
Instead he got a hunk of iron, no it wasn't iron. It was something else that looked like iron.
Steve grabbed on to it and tried to pull it out but whatever it was it was wedged into the sand good. He started to dig it up. Steve was greeted with a metal sign that read "welcome to union city!"
He looked up and didn't see any city. "This sign doesn't spawn naturally." He murmured.
Steve slung the huge sign over his back and headed home with his new discovery.