OK, not alot of reviews (only 1 at this point in time) but whatever. I'm gonna keep uploading every other day no matter what until I finish this story. Take THAT society!

At least I started to, but as soon as I stepped outside, a huge thunderclap ushered in a storm that had me cowering in my house, hoping that my only shelter from the elements wouldn't get flooded. To pass time and calm my nerves, I made some more torches, fixed my tools, and sharpened my bone sword. The storm faded as night fell, and I drifted off into a deep slee-

There it was! The hissing sound from last night! I grabbed my sword and edged towards my door. I could hear whatever it was walking around my house, sometimes close, sometimes farther away. I eased my door open, sword at the ready. I poked my head out...

Soul-less dead eyes. The sensation of flying. Pain. Unconciousness.

I opened my eyes. The sun was directly above me. I had been unconcious all night. My head was throbbing, and when I touched it, my hand came back with blood on it. I groggily got to my feet and stumbled to the pond behind my house and took a look at my reflection.

There was a gash on my forehead, and my shirt was singed. A bright burn colored my cheek, and I was missing an eyebrow. Whatever had happened, it really did a number on me. I trudged back to my door, wiping the blood from my head, when I almost fell down a hole. What the hell? Where did this hole come from? And-WHAT THE FUCK!

An entire wall of my house was missing, burnt wood flung everywhere. There was a hole next to where my wall used to be, about hip deep, slowly filling with water from the ocean nearby. I sat down roughly, my aching head in my hands. What happened last night? I thought as hard as I could, but all I could remember was a set of dead eyes and the faint sound of a hiss.

I checked the rest of my house. Luckily the damage was contained to the outer wall, and eveything else was fine. I tore a sleeve from my shirt and tied it around my forehead. I wanted to sleep, but I knew I should fix my house first. I rebuilt my wall as best I could. Unfortunately I had to dig into my reserve wood pile, knocking me down to about 40 pieces. I collapsed near my chest, exhausted from my labor. When I woke up it was late afternoon. I felt my forhead. The throbbing was less, and the blood had clotted, so I was able to remove my "bandage". Taking a look outside, I decided it was too late to do any serious exploring, so I settled for starting a tunnel. Tunnels sounded monster safe, so I took my shovel and started working.

Progress was good, at least for the first 20 feet. Then I hit a wall. Literally. I scraped away all the dirt, uncovering a solid wall of stone. "Shit." I said. A wooden shovel was no good against stone. I needed a new tool. Then it hit me like the arrow from a skeleton.

"Pickaxe."

I rushed back to my crafting bench and grabbed some wood. I toiled long into the night, using my shirt to tie the wood together, tying it tighter and tighter. Finally, as the sun rose, I held up my creation. A wooden pickaxe, tied so tightly that I could smash it against stone for hours without it breaking. I was about to enter my tunnel when my stomach rumbled loudly. This was the 5th day without food. I was gonna have to kill something. I stored my pickaxe and grabbed my bone sword.

Outside I looked around, hoping for a pig or a cow to appear. No luck, only a lonely chicken clucking through the brush. I stalked it as quietly as I could, getting closer and closer until I gave a quick stab and BAM!

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner.

I quickly plucked and roasted my chicken over a small campfire. I ate it quickly, leaving only bones behind. Feeling invigorated now that I had a full stomach, I grabbed my pickaxe and went crazy on my tunnel, making it over 100 feet, my tunnel taking a slight downward slope deeper into the ground. I went back to the surface and grabbed some torches, placing them at regular intervals along the side of the tunnel. Returning to the surface once again, I took a look at the large pile of stone fragments resting next to my chest. I looked at my wooden tools, cracked and in some places burnt, practically falling apart. Even my pickaxe was in danger of breaking, despite my masterful job of tying the wood together. My house was falling apart in some places, the wood beginning to rot.

It was time to upgrade, big time. Stone Age, here I come!

So our young man has finally met the infamous creeper! I think I accurately wrote how a creeper encounter goes most of the time lol. Also, we're finally moving on to stone tools. At this rate, we'll be in space by Friday. Stay tuned for more!