When I woke up, I wasn't still overwhelmed in darkness. I panicked for a moment. How did this happen? There was a way out for me when I surveyed my hidey-hole. I headed out onto the surface, where trees spread out across the lovely, grassy field, and cows and sheep made sounds that were delightful to listen to. I saw a sign propped up against a tree, and a message written in neat handwriting.
Gone to get some cobblestone.
Wait here until I come back.
Maybe you could make a crafting table
and get some tools before I come back.
See you.
…Who was this? I didn't even know how to make anything out of raw material. And I've only had wood. I pounded and pounded the wood logs until I had planks. Around four planks each log. And then I was stuck. How do I make a crafting table?
I played around with the planks, and tried making a box-like structure out of the planks. It worked! I had made a pretty decent, yet pretty deformed crafting table. At least I could use it to craft better things. Tools…The person that wrote the sign did mention something about tools… I suppose I could use and axe to cut down trees faster… No matter how much it harms the environment.
I thought about an axe…its shape… I would need sticks, wouldn't I…?
I broke a few of my planks to make sticks. Now, I roughly made out the shape of an axe. Finally, because of my genius (and the crafting table), I made a perfect axe. I practiced chopping a few trees down and noticed that my chopping rate was much faster than usual. I smiled to myself.