Steve lit a torch and started walking. On the way back to the house yesterday, he had seen a hole in the ground. Or, more accurately, a cave entrance. The air was coll and damp, and shadows flickered around him in the creepy confines of the cave. He passed a vein of coal, of which he had enough of. As he ventured further and further into the cave, the last sunlight dissapeared behind him, and the cave seemed to become even more eerie. He cautiously looked around and, putting away his pickaxe, drew his stone sword. As he rounded the corner, he came face-to face with a zombie. Behind the zombie was a HUGE drop into the dark depths, and across that was a ledge on which a skeleton was perched. He quickle dispatched the zombie with a deft slash, but the skeleton started shooting at him. He ducked behind a large boulder and cursed himself for not thinking he'd need his precious bow. How did that skeleton get up there? No time for that. Steve whirled around the boulder, dodging an arrow and flung his sword at the skeleton. It didn't actually hurt the skeleton, but the sword knocked the skeleton off balance and sent it plunging down into the blackness.
Steve continued on. He found himself in about to round another corner. Remember last time you did that? Steve catiously peered around the corner, pickaxe at ready. Nothing but a dead-end and...IRON ORE! He rushed towards it, totally forgetting about his surroundings. In a frenzy that later reminded him of the cows on the first day, Steve mined out 7 chunks of iron ore. Nice. Now I can finally do stuff. Steve turned around and then jumped back. A creeper was walking towards him. Dammit. No bow, no sword, not even any room to run. He looked around frantically as he backed up into the wall. He might have been imagining it, but the creeper almost seemed to be grinning at his approaching demise. Steve flattened his body against the wall. OW! The stone was scalding hot! That could mean only one thing. With the creeper a few seconds away, Steve buried his pickaxe into the stone. Already weakened by the intense heat, the stone crumbled to dust on the first blow. YES! Lava began pouring out of the hole as Steve jumped to one side. The creeper was too close to do anything about it and was melted as the lava poured all over. Steve sprinted past the advancing lava and managed to make it out of the chamber alive. Fumes began to fill the cave as Steve ran full out for the entrance/exit. He made it out, only to fall to his knees, coughing. At least I'm alive.
SEVERAL MINUTES OF COUGHING LATER...
Steve started walking back to his house. As the sun started to go down, he noticed a faint glow off in the distance, opposite from his house. I'll check that out tommorow. With that, Steve threw his iron ore into the furnace and sank into bed, his fitful dreams filled with creepers and lava.