James looked at his two friends. Mason was lying back in an armchair that he made out of wool, and Christopher was sitting behind the "bar" (a wooden line with chests of pork and buckets of water). He wanted to say something, but there really wasn't anything to say. Christopher was stuck in a mine, and Mason left to get wood while James panicked. Christopher was pissed off on the way home, but never showed it. He just moped and lagged behind all the way home.
James looked at Christopher and said, "Christopher…are you okay?" James was glad he broke the silence, but Christopher went upstairs and stormed to his room. James wanted to go up there, but he just thought it would create more drama.
Mason looked over at James and said, "Well…um…I think I'm going to add ladder to the log and go to bed, is that fine?" James nodded him off and Mason left the room, also. Now James was all alone.
This must have been how Christopher felt. Alone in a small room with no one to talk to. It must have been depressing for him. Christopher now had a list of fears: Claustrophobia, Achluophobia, Monophobia and more. James looked upstairs were he would be bunking, and decided to go to sleep.
Christopher walked paced around his room in circles, screaming into a pillow. James and Mason left him for dead, to get wood? It didn't make any sense to him. Just leave a friend to get something that they should have brought with them in the first place. God, why must he get all of this happen to him?
And, speak of the devil, Mason walked in and looked at him. "Are you okay?" Mason asked him, with a concerned look on his face.
Christopher gave him a dirty look (and an even dirtier hand gesture) and sat on his bed. Mason walked up to him and began to explain what happened: "Listen, James asked me if I had wood to make ladders, I didn't so I got some. Then I came back as fast as I could, gave the wood to James, and he made a few ladders, then put them down and saved you. You're alive!"
Christopher turned around, and suddenly forgot why he was so upset. He smiled and hugged his friend, then decided to go to bed.
After talking to Christopher, Mason felt better about himself. He went upstairs and added "7 sticks=2 ladders" to the crafting log and looked at his bed, and decided not to go to sleep yet, instead, he decided to go back to the mine.
He grabbed a pick and went down to the bottom floor. He looked around the house, opened the door, and went to the mine. It looked relatively lit up from the torches when he got there. He did hear some zombies and skeletons, but he didn't care. He decided to jab at the left wall with his pick until he found something different. What else could there be in this world?
He found a small opening in the bottom, and, being very careful, cut through the bottom to see what lay below. A fall into water showed a safe landing. Mason jumped down and saw lava down a tunnel below, and, like a mosquito to light, headed toward it.
He looked around the new environment. There was some more blocks on the other side, which looked like a light blue, maybe even a teal, gem. At a closer analysis, he saw what it was.
Diamonds.
"Diamonds! We could be rich!" Mason yelled at himself. But the only problem was it was across a pool of lava. Maybe he could create a path to the other side, possibly. He mined a few pieces of stone, and placed a block above the lava. Seeing it was structurally sound, he made a bridge to the other side. "Just one diamond…" Mason mumbled to himself making it to the other side.
He could get many though. He counted about 6 or 7 blocks together, and who knows how many more were on then other side. He used another stone pick to mine at two diamond blocks, until he heard the noise of a skeleton. He turned around as an arrow whizzed across his head. "Damn it…" Mason mumbled to himself.
Mason looked at the diamonds, and back to the monster. "One more diamond…" Mason said again. He turned around and began to bash away at the diamond block. The skeleton shot at him again, and this time, hitting him in the right leg. He yelped in pain, and regretted the choice of not bringing pork.
Mason finally saw that the block broke, and ran to get the diamond that fell out of it. He looked at the skeleton again, and saw it was coming toward the lava. If it fell in, it would just die. So Mason waited. And the skeleton died.
Mason walked across the bridge and was ready to go back home and sleep. He went to the same pool of water and saw he had no ladders, and no way to get out. He looked around in panic and yelled curse words into the empty tunnel. He looked at his inventory to see he had no wood, no sword, and no pick. Maybe he could get out by making a tower.
Mason mined out a few blocks of stone and looked up at the hole again. He placed a block down and got on top of it. He looked down, and in a very complex move of jumping up, and placing a block under him, he was able to go up. "Good…good…"
But, like he predicted, a zombie and an explosive zombie (Which he now called creepers) ran toward him. Mason continued to do this technique, as he heard the zombie moan, and the creeper sizzle.
Three. Mason was just two blocks away. He looked up at the top of the hole like it was a sweet, sweet, oh so enticing light.
Two. One block away. Every second counted now, and Mason couldn't waste them looking at the creeper about to explode below him. He needed to get out of here with these diamonds.
One.
Mason braced himself for the impact that never came. He was alive. Alive with diamonds. He heard the explosion as he got out of the mine. He would be a rich man, if he could get off of this island.
Mason laughed at his thought, and headed back to his room.
