Day 6: I drag myself up into the safety of my house, my broken legs barely able to support my weight on the slick trail of blood I leave. I can feel myself near death, but I don't know what I can do about it. I am very hungry. I remember seeing a recipe for cooked pork on my crafting sheet, and that sounds really good. I wonder…if I can get wood by punching a tree, can I get pork by punching a pig? I've seen a few wandering around outside. Oh, look, there's one right outside my door. Might as well try it now. I punch my door to open it (the rules of this place are really weird), shut the door behind me, and begin beating the living daylights out of the pig with a block of stone. After a few smacks, I manage to cave its skull in. Hey, I was right! I got two pork chops from it! I…don't know exactly how that works, but I'm not complaining. I retrieve my iron from three days ago and set them cooking, and a few minutes later out come two tasty, delicious cooked pork chops. I eat them, and I can feel my broken bones mending. Some of my more serious cuts close up, but I'm still bleeding a little, and I ache all over. I can live with it, though. I place the iron ore I found on my expedition in my furnace, and start them smelting with a dozen pieces of coal. I make a sword with two of the iron ingots I have. There, now I can take care of those zombies. I still have to watch out for those exploding things, though. I'll call them creepers, because they really like to creep up on you. I take a walk through the hills, because it's not like I have anything better to do while waiting for my iron to smelt. I surmount five hills, but stop at the pinnacle of the sixth. A mountain range is laid out in front of me, snow covering the peaks. It's almost noon. I still have some time. I dash down the hill and climb the nearest mountain, wondering what I'll find. As I near the top, I begin to shiver. It's kinda cold here. I dig my hands into the snow and pull myself up another two blocks. Ten minutes later, I finally make it. The view up here is…I don't have the words to describe it. Oh, hey, there's my house. I hear a sound behind me and turn, pulling out my sword. It's a spider! But…it doesn't seem to be attacking me. Just to be safe, I slash it with my sword. Its eyes turn an ominous red color, and it leaps at me. I block with my left arm, earning a few puncture wounds for my trouble, and stab it in the face. I follow up with another slash, and it flies backwards, falling down ten blocks and splatting on the mountain face. I trade my sword for the pickaxe, and carefully chip myself a staircase in the stone down to where its body lies. I obtain three pieces of string, wondering why a spider would give me string. The sun has passed its zenith, so I dash back to my house, stopping only to kill a pig. I make it back inside just as the edge of the sun slips down under the horizon. I shut the door as I hear the moan of a zombie. I grab the iron ingots out of the furnace, and take them to my workbench to make some armor. I put it on, satisfied that I'll be protected from the worst of the damage now, and cook my pork chop. I take it, debate whether to eat it, and decide to save it for later. I plan to go back into my mineshaft now, and I don't know what will happen to me there.
Day 8: I'm lost. Completely and thoroughly lost. I'm running out of torches, and only have enough sticks to make forty more. I have lots of coal, though. There's a glow up ahead. I place a torch on the wall to let me see more clearly and step forward…only to stop short, my front foot hovering over a pit. It's at least fifteen blocks deep. If I fall in there, I'm screwed. I withdraw my foot and begin building a bridge out of stone. It's precarious, only being one block wide, but I don't want to take the time to build anything more. There could be a skeleton on the other side of that pit, and if I get shot, I could fall in. I sprint across and jam a torch into a crack in the ground. No skeletons. There is a zombie, but that's not a problem. I let it get close to me, then I dive past it and kick it down into the pit. It makes a squelching noise as it hits the bottom. I shake off the bits of rotting flesh that clung to my shoe and walk towards the glow, placing some of my dwindling torch supply down as I go. The source of the glow turns out to be a pool of lava. I approach the edge, and although it's very hot, it doesn't hurt. I pull out my bucket and scoop some out. I pour it right back, because I don't really want to carry around something so dangerous. If I fall, it could spill all over me. I see a block of stone with bright blue flecks of color. Could this be diamond? I use my iron pickaxe and, sure enough, get two nuggets of diamond! I mine out all of the diamond around there and see a block with something glowy and red embedded into it. Of course, I mine it. You can never have too much of…I don't really know what this is, but it must be awesome! It glows! It turns out to be some sort of red dust. Oh, this must be redstone! I grab all of it, because you can make really cool things with it, like floodgates and clocks. I smack my forehead as an idea comes to me. I can just follow my trail of torches. I'm such an idiot.
Day 11: I'm finally back at my house. Turns out my idea was a lot harder than it seemed, what with all the times I got sidetracked. I saw something shiny, had to go grab it, and made a crapload of unnecessary detours. Still, I got a bunch of gold and iron out of it, and that's worth it. Now I can build something pretty. And have better tools and stuff. And build something pretty. I smelt all the ore I got, and expand my house while I wait. The day goes by really fast. It seems that before I can do half the stuff I want, the sun sets. Oh well, I can always keep building tomorrow. I'll go for a short journey in the mineshaft. I'll make sure to return quickly this time.