The Minecraft Experiment, day 24: The Real World
When I first started playing Minecraft a few months ago, I played with a rule: if I die, I have to delete the entire world. Now I'm trying to get to hell and back. The diary starts here, and we're up to the 24th.
It's my first day back in the real world after a gruelling trek through hell, and I've come out miles from home. I've also managed to set the world on fire, which I'm pretty sure I said I didn't want to do.
World 10, deaths 9
I've been away from this dimension so long they've invented a new type of tree.
The real world is excellent. There are colours other than red here, and things freeze over much more often than they do in hell. Once I emerge from the forest fire I created, for example, I find an ocean that did just that:
My compass works here, too. The needle points the way to my spawn point - home - so that's where I'm heading.
There's still lava, but it's much easier to avoid. This little dribble of it has formed a useful safety moat around itself in the ice. Thanks, thermodynamics!
On the other side of the icesea, there's an intriguing cavern. I should probably be making the most of the daylight and only stopping at places like this when night falls, but I can't resist.
It goes a long way back, long enough that I have to remember how to make fire happen without setting the world on fire. Torches, that was it. Coal, that's the stuff. Sticks, I remember these. Light!
I get carried away exploring this huge cave complex. Each new area is pitch dark until I put my torches down, but nothing nasty emerges from the black when I do. And I keep finding metal - something I ran clean out of in hell, making new pickaxes to replace the ones I wore down tunneling my way through it.
By the time I find an opening to the surface, I'm a) 87% iron, b) so far from where I entered that it's a different climate zone outside, and c) completely in the dark.
I've done it exactly wrong - wasted a safe day in the dangerous dark of the underground and emerged just as the bad things come out at night.
But I can still make the best of this - I can hear a spider squeaking nearby. I went to hell with 2 bits of string, and you only need 3 to make a bow: weapon technology I've only dreamed of until now.
Rather than emerge from my hole, I decide to tackle this challenge like a hero by waiting in the dark until he comes near enough for me to stab him in the arse.
It works, but after one stabbing he understandably scuttles off. Reluctantly, I climb out of my hovel and am immediately shot in the face by three consecutive arrows.
Ow! The real world has got nastier since I was last here. My armour means the attack isn't fatal, but ducking and weaving their next shots is too tricky to do while fighting them. Instead I run for the coast, because the sea is the only place I'm sure I won't encounter anything worse.
Friday: The Skeleton Coast.