I spawned into the world and immediately knew what I needed to do. I needed to gather materials before nightfall. I couldn't risk getting killed by mobs on day 1.

I had spawned in the plains. I quickly ran to the nearest tree and started destroying it. I punched the tree with my bare hands until the block broke. It hurt but the pain felt good. I mined the tree, and then the next tree, and the next until I had 2 stacks of oak logs.

After I participated in a little bit of deforestation, I made oak planks, sticks, and a crafting table. I crafted myself a wooden pickaxe and went to go get some stone to upgrade my tools. I wandered around for a bit, looking for a good cave system while keeping an eye out for a good place to build my home. While I was searching, I found and killed two sheep, one chicken, one cow, and three pigs.

Soon after slaughtering the animals I had found, I stumbled upon a cave. I went to the entrance and mined a couple of stone blocks with my pickaxe. I got enough to upgrade my pickaxe, make a furnace, and make a stone sword. The stone sword would be better than the beaten, bloody, wooden sword that I had used to kill my furry friends.

I ventured into the cave, grabbing the coal I saw and making torches. I moved through the cave quickly, hoping to make it out before nightfall. As I placed down a torch, I saw an iron ore gleaming in the distance. I ran towards it. I mined the ore, excited to upgrade my tools and get to work on my base. But despair quickly fell upon me. As I broke the block, anticipating a vein of iron in front of me, the excitement drained from me. The vein had ended. I broke the blocks where more iron should be, seeing if there was anything hiding behind the stone. But no. All I got was one, lousy piece of iron.

Night quickly came and I would soon realize why they tell you "don't mine at night." I sprinted around quickly, looking for one last sheep to murder, but to no avail. I attempted to construct a wooden shack for the night, but I was soon jumped by too many mobs to count. But I did count and it was just 2 creepers. I tried to go hide in the water but I was attacked by drowns.

I was down to half a heart. I climbed out of the water and started fending off the creepers. I hit the first creeper and turned to run. Just as I turned back to look at it, it exploded, killing the second creeper next to it. I stopped, relieved that the threat was gone. But as soon as the fear left my body, it came right back. I heard a zombie gurgling behind me. I turned to fight it right as an arrow flew past my head. Just behind the zombie was a skeleton.

I turned to run but more and more mods started revealing themselves. I ran as fast as I could. I ate the raw meat I had, healing a heart. I kept running, but I couldn't anymore. I was to tired. I accepted my fate and prepared myself to die, taking in the world one last time.

But the sun started to rise and I knew I would be okay. The skeletons and zombies around me started burning. The spiders stopped chasing me with their 8 unholy legs. I watched as the horrors around me vanished or became passive. It was now day 2.