I decided to build another house, just for the heck of it.

Now, I'll have you know it wasn't easy.

Monsters spawned nonstop, and the ones spawned the night before chased after me.

Twice my start of a shack was blown up.

I had to kill about 17 of those unfriendly spiders, hide behind a wall from skeletons until they wandered away, and still ended up with several arrows in my arm.

But finally I made a small shack (with no bed, chest, furnace, or crafting table) of dirt and placed a torch. I wanted to make a crafting table or chest, but I didn't have any wood. I sighed and leaned against the wall.

I suppose I should be happy. I wasn't missing anything important at home, and now I was in an awesome game from Mojang that earned, what, 5 stars?

Besides, it's not every day you get sucked up in a portal and join an alternate universe.

But I was tired. and hungry. I cursed Mojang. Why can you only sleep with a bed? Why can you not go out at dark without getting killed? Why can mobs only burn at day? Why am I so hungry?!

I snapped another arrow out of my shin.

After what seemed like forever, the sun rose and I heard the groans and clacks of the dying skeletons and zombies. I wasted no time.

"I'm free! Ollie ollie ollie oxen free! I AM FREE!" I screamed hysterically as

That got the attention of all the mobs around me.

"Yippee!" I giggled as several flaming arrows went after me.

'I must have lost my mind!' I thought giddily.

I ran around and around until I saw some ripe cocoa plant. I ripped off the plant and hungrily ate the beans as you would eat a hamburger.

Still crunching the beans, I happily skipped over to a spider, forgetting my oath never to talk to them again.

"OLLIE OLLIE OXEN FREE!" I hollered at the spider.

It looked up.

Then it looked back down to the fascinating piece of dirt under him.

I didn't mind. I flung the raw beef at a tree and saw the green, blobby-head guy again.

You know what? I'm going to call him Bobby.

"HELLO! YOU THERE! BOBBY!" I yelled.

He turned. "'Ello," he yelled back in a dorky accent. I giggled and threw a piece of leather at him. Then I stumbled and fell flat on my back for no apparent reason.

"I think this jungle drives everyone crazy!" I said.

He turns serious. "Of course! This is the Loony Bin! Even if you're not crazy in the first place, you're bound to be insane after spending a night!"

I wasn't sure if he was serious. "Loony Bin?"

"Of course, there is the few minutes they allow you of sanity, when the powers of being insane takes a rest. But then you're crazy again. I STILL COLLECT BASEBALL CARDS!" He hooted, and began to laugh like…..

Sometimes, I'm clever and I don't even know it.

"Bobby! Calm down Bobby!" I said sternly.

His laughter died away and he wiped tears from his eyes. "Sorry. Why do you call my Bobby?"

"You could always be called, 'blobby headed stranger', but I prefer Bobby."

He opened his mouth, then closed it. "Right," he said. "Bobby. So what do you want to know? Warning; insanity is near. How did you get in here?"

"How do I get out?" I avoided his questions, not wanting to share that I had ran screaming into the woods yelling 'Domino'.

He laughed again. "Oh, you can't. Everyone who I met in these woods ask the same thing, and they always end up mangled by monsters, or each other. I've given up on burials."

A chill went up my spine. "Each other?"

"Oh yes," Bobby answered, a dark smile spreading over his blobby green face. "You can't live with company when you're truly insane. You'd have to rip their skin off of your neighbor before you're truly at peace. "

Then he lunged at me.

I whipped out my iron sword but it was too late. He's biting, thrashing, clawing and twisting like a wild animal. I scream.

A surge of madness fills me with adrenaline. I throw him off my back and kick him squarely(ha-ha) in the blobby jaw. Then I punch him in the stomach. While he's doubled over, I take out my sword and raise it to his throat.

"Never...seen it before," he wheezed.

I paused. "What?"

"...Never...saw someone…*hack*...use the power of madness as an advantage.

"Huh?"

"They….never think….*cough*...of clever strategies...against their opponent."

"I wasn't clever. I was fighting for my life, doofus!" I yelled.

He lunged at my legs. I blocked and kicked him in the kisser. He groaned and lay back.

"What was that?!" I shrieked.

"Sorry….just testing."

"I'm leaving, Bobby."

"Goodbye."

As soon as I began to walk off, I thought better of it. I spun on my heel, peeled some ivy off the trees and tied Bobby to one, noting with satisfaction that ivy spread, and soon it would cover him in thick layers. I hoped it was poison ivy.

:D **

I wandered the seemingly endless woods. I punched some trees. I practiced my battle moves on a dummy made of dirt, but that just destroyed the dummy and made me remember I was still hungry.

I leaned on my sword for a walking stick.

"I wish I could find a river. But of course the river would just be filled with poison or something." I told my sword. I wandered on.

Finally I saw a light up ahead. I pumped my fist. Was I finally free?

There was a cabin of wood up ahead. It seemed cozy enough.

The question was: Who was in it?