So with the addition of a tag-along member, I now had to prevent Tom and Ollie from murdering each other. It was difficult.

Tom's only set of clothes was the creeper costume. And although it meant creepers weren't as suspicious of us, Ollie kept on trying to kill him for gunpowder, explosions or just the sheer fun of it.

"WILL YOU PLEASE STOP THAT?!" Tom screeched as Ollie smashed him in the face with a nuclear bomb, me luckily having run a safe distance away.

The explosion left a wonderfully big hole that revealed something very awkward - a room made of stone bricks, buried in the ground under part of the wrecked sea. And I saw a staircase with a monster spawner at the top. Some feeling emanated from that structure that made me want to run from it and never look back.

Tom ran past me and didn't look back at me. I wondered if he had seen the room and was freaked out by it as well. Then Ollie passed me in hot pursuit of Tom with a lava bomb loaded in a bazooka.

Ah. Right. I quickly grabbed the bazooka from Ollie and fired it at him instead.

"What the-" Ollie exclaimed as he was engulfed in lava with Tom. Then I saw him swimming happily around in it as he burnt to a crisp and died, charging back up to me a few minutes later.

"Thank you for making me happy," Ollie said, patting me on the back affectionately.

Tom arrived another minute later, and we all continued on our present path, Tom and Ollie negotiating a temporary truce until it became night.

"Why night?" Tom asked.

"Because these woods aren't exactly safe," Ollie said, "so I usually commit explosive suicide when the sun goes down, and I would suggest you guys do too."

After that remark we confiscated all of his pyromanic items.

Then we gave them back as we heard many strange, throaty groans.

"It's the zombies..." Ollie murmured, setting himself on fire.

"Tom! Grab his bazooka!" I yelled as a zombie suddenly leapt out of the dense shrubbery.

"WHAT?!" Tom shouted.

I punched the zombie. "Shoot the zombie with Ollie's bazooka!" I cried.

"WHAT?!" Tom shouted again. I then noticed he had his fingers in his ears.

I then heard the sound he was trying to block out. Millions of evil groans, sounds of millions of footfalls against the hard dirt - the noise of doom.

And then I saw them. Exactly like it was with the skeletons. Millions of pairs of eyes stared at us from the foliage, unblinking. They stepped forward.

I stabbed the zombie I had been attacking with a conveniently placed stick right next to my feet. It fell to the ground and died.

Now that my arms were free, I grabbed Ollie's abandoned bazooka and loaded it with a couple of hundred blocks of C4.

"You're all going down!" I shouted, firing in every direction. Everywhere I looked another pair of eyes disappeared to be exploded by the ammunition I was firing at them.

For some reason, while I was shooting the zombies, I seemed to enjoy the feeling of shooting stuff with a bazooka. I realised that this was what probably made Ollie a maddening pyromaniac.

So I stopped.

I grabbed Tom's wrist and blasted the ground with as much C4 that I could. The explosion propelled us through the air and we landed safely on a nearby mountain. The sun rose to find the carnage of the night's work, decided enough was enough, and carried on rising.

We watched the zombies burn in the light from our perfect vantage point.

"Ollie will feel so terrible when we tell him what we just did," I grinned.

"He seemed frightened about nothing," Tom said. "Scaredy-cat."

Then we were suddenly hit in the back by a couple of arrows. We turned and found some skeletons hiding in the shade of a tree behind us.

"SKELETONS UNDER THE TREE! SKELETONS UNDER THE TREE!" Tom yelled, jumping off the mountain and dying.

I dispatched the skeleton's heads with a handy sword that Tom had dropped in his haste and collected their dropped treasure. I received a bow, 3 arrows and 2 bones.

I looked over the edge of the mountain to see where Tom had fallen and saw a hoard of angry sheep staring up at me.