Day 14: I'm finally done with the modifications to my house! It's huge now; I added a second and third floor. It's a lot more like a tower now. I can fit more chests in my house, and I have a viewing platform that's way up high. I can see that mountain range I found a week ago from there! It looks a lot cooler from far away. There's one mountain that looks higher than my viewing platform! Maybe I can build a bridge over there… No, I don't think I have enough materials. I'd probably have to dig a huge crater into the ground to get enough to reach there once. Making a proper bridge would just need ridiculous amounts of stone, and I don't want to take a week just so I don't have to climb over a few hills. I walk outside, shutting the door behind me. Why do I shut doors behind me? It's not like someone's going to walk in and steal my stuff. I'm alone. Besides, my doors don't have locks. Maybe I'm just paranoid. About what, I can't say. Oh well, it's not a big deal. I pick some flowers to make a garden with. Ooh, just had an idea. Maybe I could also have a farm! I make a hoe out of stone, and begin to till the grass. I find fifteen seeds before my hoe falls apart in my hands. Oh well, that's pretty much as many as I wanted. I walk back to my tower and grab a bucket. I walk to the ocean where I woke up and grab some water. I bring it back and take it and the seeds to the third floor of my house, armed with a new hoe. I till some of the blocks of dirt there and dig a few more out. I plant the seeds in the newly created farmland, and pour the water into the hole I made. It's getting late. I walk back up to my viewing platform and watch the sunset.
Day 17: I finally smelted my gold into ingots today, and I was able to make one block. ONE. FREAKING. BLOCK. I'm pretty damn mad. I'm going to need to spend a lot more time in my mines to get enough gold to actually build something. And considering the last two times I went in there to look for ore, I'm not looking forward to it. I'm going to put that off for a while, although I will eventually do it. I want to build a giant gold statue, dammit! I know it will take forever, but I'm making that my official goal for now. So now I have something to strive for, beyond just 'SURVIVE'. Which, unfortunately, I seem to have failed at. Well, at least I haven't died since that second time. Wait, how did I come back to life? Meh, it doesn't really matter. I'm alive now, and that's what's important. I should probably stay this way, I don't know how many times that will work for me.
Day 19: My wheat was ready to be harvested today, which raises the question of how I got wheat seeds from grass. That's not the biggest question that's been raised so far, so I suppose I don't really need the answer. I bake a few loaves of bread, on my workbench, interestingly enough, and eat one. My minor cuts and bruises leave me, and it still feels strange to be healed by food. I go out of my tower and find a sheep. I punch the sheep and pick up the wool that drops off of its body. I have such a manly punch. Damn, only two blocks of wool. I find another sheep to punch, and boom, I have three blocks of wool. I decide to look around for a bit before I go back. I find a new beach, and it's pretty cool. Wait, why is there stone in the middle of a bunch of sand? Oh, that's not stone, it's clay. I dig the clay out, and it adds up to exactly sixty-four balls. I think I can make bricks with clay. That will be nice, I can make my walls look AWESOME. I get back to my tower near sunset and stick the clay balls in the furnace, along with a few pieces of coal to top off the fuel in there. This was kind of an uneventful day. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting.
Day 22: Oh, hell. I'm gonna die. I decided to go explore the mountain range, and I got out of sight of my tower. I've been out here for two nights already, and I'm out of food. I have a broken arm, my leg is soaked with blood from when I got shot, and oh god a creeper. I limp as fast as I can directly away from the creeper. I don't need to get blown up again. When it's out of sight, I get an idea. I can climb to the top of the nearest mountain; find a taller mountain, and so on until I get to the top of that really tall mountain I saw a little over a week ago. I should be able to find my tower from there. It takes me a few hours, but I eventually am high enough to see it. Unfortunately, it's nearly dusk, and I will probably die if I'm caught outside after dark. Well, I guess there's nothing for it but to make a mad dash to the tower. I climb down the mountain as quickly as I can without injuring myself and begin running in the direction of the tower, ignoring the pain in my leg. I make it about halfway when the sun slips below the horizon. The moon rises, illuminating everything in a pale light. A zombie shambles into my way. I pull out my sword and slice off its head without slowing, its blood splattering my face. A skeleton shoots at me from on top of the hill, but I dodge its arrows. I stumble into a spider, which bites my torso, leaving twin puncture wounds, the blood staining my shirt. I stab it in the face and keep running, seeing my tower just a little ways away. A creeper begins to chase me. I hear the hissing sound creepers make when they're about to explode, and quickly weigh my options. I could keep running and hope to get out of the blast radius, or I could punch it back a few feet and back away as fast as I can. I take the latter option, nearly making it. Unfortunately, my hand was trailing behind me and got incinerated in the detonation, leaving a burned and blackened stump. I scream in pain as I sprint for the door, quickly opening and closing it as I enter my tower. I fumble with the lid to a chest and manage to pull out a pork chop. As I chow down, I feel my hand regenerating, the fingers pushing their way through the charred flesh. I eat two more pork chops and the remainder of my injuries repair themselves. I craft a bed, bone tired, and slump into it to sleep the remainder of the night.