Nomad - Day 3

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The Sun rose upon a brand new day. To the West the Ember Forest still burned, the flames consuming the forest on their way to the South. I took a moment to really wake up and to gather up my bed, looking to the North as I did so. Just across the river,

under a tree I could see a skeleton hiding from the Sun, and the fiery death its rays promised to almost any undead mob caught out in them. Just a little ways away from the skeleton stood a creeper standing unafraid in full daylight. “Apparently they

don’t burn in the Sun,” I said to myself, making a mental note of that fact for future reference. “At least they can’t get me at a distance,” I mused. There was no clear path out of the trees directly to the North and given my history with skeletons I was

eager to avoid another confrontation with one anyway. I moved carefully through the treetops to the East, making my way slowly lower and lower until I was near enough to the ground to safely jump out of the trees. I climbed down the hill to the river bank

and gazed across to the opposite bank. I was now a bit East of the creeper and it seemed that the skeleton had disappeared. It had either wandered off or become a victim of the Sun. It seemed safe enough to cross and so I slipped into the water and began

to swim, careful not to draw the creeper’s attention. As I climbed up the opposite bank I slipped my ax out of my pack and prepared to ambush the foul creature, eager to remove it from the world so that it couldn’t harm anyone. I climbed up out of the

water, tightly gripped my ax, and said, “Let’s do this,” then rushed straight at the creeper with the speed and silence of a ninja. I landed the first hit without the creeper ever even noticing what hit him. The ax made a crunching sound as it hit, like a

rake landing in a pile of extra dry leaves, and the creeper staggered away from me several paces. It recovered quickly and started running right at me. I rushed it again, swinging as soon as I was in range. It was another hit! This one threw the creeper

back just a step or two, and I used the momentum of my rush to throw in a quick extra swing. The creeper began to hiss and expand. My last swing landed just as it was about to blow, dropping it harmlessly to the ground at the very last moment. As it

disappeared it left a small pile of gunpowder on the ground, which I quickly scooped into my pack before turning my attention back to my Northward trek. Soon the trees on the bank of the river gave way to wide open grasslands and gentle rolling hills. A

few small herds of pigs roamed the grasslands searching for something to eat in the tall grass. “This is a nice change of pace!” I said. The plains offered the comfort of direct sunlight and really clear visibility to see any dangers ahead, and this plain

offered one further advantage, it contained a small village with easily a dozen villagers milling about, talking to one another, and moving from house to house as they went on with their day. “This could be my chance to get some emeralds to use later for

things I might need,” I thought to myself upon spotting the village. On the outskirts of the village were several small farms where they were growing wheat, beatroot, carrots, and potatoes. I got the impression they wouldn’t mind if I helped myself to

some of their abundant produce, so I jumped into the first garden and started gathering up the wheat so I could trade it to one of the farmers in the town. Once I had quite a collection of wheat I made my way through the streets looking for a farmer, but

no matter where I looked I couldn’t find any. It didn’t seem like the brightest village population. Most of the villagers wore green shirts and weren’t at all interested in trading anything with me. Finally, I found a villager in a brown shirt wearing a

white apron that wanted to trade, but he was looking for raw meats primarily. “I can work with that,” I said and I quickly dismissed myself from the conversation and headed back out to the farms. This time I grabbed up all the carrots I could find and

then made my way outside the village to the herd of pigs I had seen roaming about earlier. As I approached, I pulled out the carrots and the herd all rushed up, eager for a free meal. I fed each pig until there were no carrots left and then, once the

pigs were done eating I gave them some privacy so they could make some piglets. When I returned I used my ax to gather up some porkchops, and then headed back into the village to find the white aproned villager I had been talking to earlier. I soon found

him and struck up a new conversation. He saw the porkchops I had gathered up and seemed eager to make a deal. I handed them over for an emerald and thanked him for trading with me, as I also bid him farewell, intent to start back up on my way toward

future adventure. On the way to the North end of the village I came across a small library. Looking inside I found several shelves of blank books, waiting to be filled, and an idea occurred to me. I could write down my adventures like journals and leave

them scattered throughout the world in the villages that I came upon. I gathered the books together and stashed them in my pack to write down my story thus far in the evenings once I’d set up camp. Having the books stored in my pack, I made my way out of

the library and nearly bumped heads with another villager on the way out the door. This one wore a black apron. “Sorry,” I said quickly and I moved to keep going on my way, but then thought better of it and I asked the villager, “Do I have anything you'd

want to trade for?” I showed him what I had and he took an interest in the coal I had stashed away in my pack. As I had plenty of wood for cooking and for making torches, I went ahead and traded the coal for another emerald. “Good doing business with

you,” I said and then we parted ways. It was then that I noticed that the Sun was well on its way to its hiding place down beyond the horizon. “Better find a place to hole up for the night,” I said to myself and began looking around for some shelter.

Luckily, just at the northern edge of the village sat an abandoned house. It was far from fancy boasting few amenities besides windows, four walls, and a roof. The floor was dirt and there wasn’t even a door, but I was accustomed to roughing it, and I had

an idea to solve the missing door problem. I set up my bed and my work bench there in the house and used six bits of my wood to make a few doors, then I put one in place in the door frame, making it as sturdy as I could. As a final touch I added a couple

torches for the security that their light and modest warmth offered, and called my work complete. I closed the door as it was now fully night and crawled into bed to sleep through the night, but as I lay there, every time I got close to falling asleep the

hiss of a spider out in the dark woke me right back up. After the fourth time I had had enough. “That’s it!” I shouted. I was tired and my reflexes were slower than usual so I grabbed some of my wood and some iron and made myself a shield so hopefully the

spider would have a harder time trying to kill me. With the shield assembled and affixed to my left arm, I grabbed up my ax in my right hand and headed out the door. As I stepped out the door I found myself almost immediately beset by the spider that

wouldn’t let me sleep. As quickly as I could I held up my shield just managing to block the spider's first lunge. Clearly the spider was surprised to have been blocked and I used the opportunity to swing around the shield with my ax and give the spider

something to think about. The ax landed a solid blow on the spider’s center mass causing the spider to cry out and fall back off the shield. I pressed the advantage and rushed forward, swinging again. The spider darted out of the way and lunged again from

the left side. As the spider lunged I swung the shield around with enough force to knock the spider back a bit. The spider made a sickening thud against the face of the shield as it hit, startling me and prompting me to swing again on pure instinct. The

swing caught the spider hard on the back, making it cry out in pain, but it made a sudden and unexpected lunge, catching me off guard and getting in a solid bite on my leg. The spider injected its venom, making the already painful wound ignite into a full

blown inferno of pain. Instinctively I swung my ax down toward my leg landing the blow solidly in the head of the spider. The spider's bite loosened and I pulled my leg away as the spider disappeared in a puff of white smoke, leaving behind just one piece

of string. “I really need to make some armor,” I said to myself as I grabbed the string and limped back over to the house. As soon as I was inside I closed the door, crawled into bed, and finally slipped into an uninterrupted sleep.


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Nomad - Day 2

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I opened my eyes to a brand new day and a new set of nearly infinite possibilities. The cave had chilled a bit as the night pressed in and the heat from the furnace gave way, having cooked all the meat it had to cook, and having nothing left over to

prompt continuous burning of the remaining fuel. I gathered up my modest furnishings, little more than a bed, a workbench, and the furnace of course, and took one last look at my temporary home, bidding it a fond farewell, most likely forever. I climbed

up out of the cave and found a narrow path that led to the top of the hill that sat atop the cave entrance. The hill was tall enough that I could see a ways off in all directions. In the distance, I spotted a huge brown mushroom with a tall stalk and a

wide rimmed growth balanced on top, nestled in among the edge of a thick dark forest. It was quite a ways off, but something about it called to me, beckoning me to come and gather it up and carry it to far off lands. Carefully, I planned out a route to

the edge of the forest and then proceeded to climb back down the hill and headed in the direction of the giant mushroom. Soon, I was weaving a serpentine path through the woods that led up to the mushroom. The leaves of many trees hung low making progress

hard and obscuring the path ahead. As I rounded a tree I glimpsed, just a few trees away, a skeleton hiding under the shade of the forest’s canopy. Quickly, I threw myself against the backside of a tree trunk, praying the skeleton hadn’t seen me. As I

stood there gathering my courage, pressed back hard against the rough bark of the oak I had hidden behind, I could barely hear the skeleton walking under the trees over the pounding of my heart in my chest. Quietly, I took out my ax and got a firm grip on

its handle. Then, with all the speed I could muster I rolled out from behind the tree and charged straight at the skeleton. The skeleton, however, was ready for me and no sooner had I left my hiding spot than I found a freshly fired arrow buried deep in

my left shoulder. The pain, little more than a pinprick at first soon blossomed into a full bouquet of agony with every additional bound that I took, but I had to kill this skeleton before he could kill me. I continued to charge right into a second arrow

from the skeleton. This one planted itself firmly in my right thigh. My epic charge abruptly turned into more of an awkward stumble and I made a desperate and sloppy ax swing as I fell forward from the debilitating shot. My swing missed by a wide margin,

but I was determined to win this fight. Using the momentum of my missed swing I spun into another, this one also missing, but proving to be far more graceful and closer to the mark. The skeleton nocked and fired a third arrow, this one finding purchase

deep in my right side. “Why won’t you miss?” I screamed as blinding pain shot through my whole body, making every slight move utter torment. With one final desperate effort, I summoned all my energy and leaped toward the skeleton off my uninjured leg,

swinging my ax down from over my head and putting all my weight behind the blow. This one found its mark and smashed through the skull of the skeleton, shattering it nearly in two. The force of the blow caused the skeleton to stumble back out into a small

break in the forest canopy and into the full fury of the blazing noonday sun. The skeleton burst into flames, the solar radiation setting it ablaze. The skeleton ran to find shade, water, anything to stop the flames, but it was too little and too late.

Soon, all that was left of the skeleton was a couple of bones and two arrows, which I slowly limped over to and gathered into my pack. I stood there for a few moments, eating pork chops and trying to restore both my composure and my health. After a few

moments I looked around to regain my bearings and I started back on my path toward the giant mushroom. It turned out I was much closer than I thought. The mushroom stood just on the other side of a wide river that stretched from the Southwest to the 

Northeast, as far as I could see in either direction. I would have to swim across. Cautious after my encounter with the skeleton, I eased down into the water, wary of any hidden dangers lurking in the murky depths of the river. As I slipped off the bank

and started treading water out in the deeper portion of the river I felt something slimy brush against my leg. I looked down, but I saw nothing. I swam out a bit further and then suddenly my vision was filled with tentacles and teeth. Without even

thinking I found my ax in my hand as it sliced through the water, removing the perceived threat from existence. “It was just a squid,” I thought to myself as the squid’s ink sacks fell into my hands. I carefully placed them in my pack hoping they would be

useful later and that I hadn’t just killed that squid for no reason. Confident now that the only dangers lurking in the river were the ones I had imagined, I continued across to the other side. I reached the far bank without incident and climbed out of

the unusually warm water. The giant mushroom now stood directly before me. I was struck by the sheer magnitude of the size of this mushroom looming over me. I looked around to make sure the coast was clear, took out my ax, and got to work cutting down the

mushroom. As I turned to gather the last few bits of the stalk, I saw another giant mushroom in the distance, this one a giant red mushroom with the top folded down over the stalk and dotted randomly with white spots. I made my way cautiously over to the

second mushroom, ax still in hand. With nothing lurking in the immediate area I got to the business of collecting this second giant mushroom as well. Soon the large spongy growth was made into manageable pieces and packed away in my pack. As I stowed away

the last little bits of the overgrown fungus, I heard a sound that I didn’t immediately recognize. I looked up and found myself face to face with a wall of fire consuming the forest in front of me. With the speed of a lightning strike I turned and jumped

back into the river before the flames had a chance to cut me off from the water. “That must be why the water from upstream is so much warmer than usual,” I said to myself. Looking back from the relative safety of the water, I could see a huge portion of

the forest burning. “What could have caused this?” I asked myself. My first thought was lightning, but there hadn’t been any storms, so the cause must be some sort of surface lava, somewhere in amongst the densely packed trees. As the forest continued to

burn, the heat from the inferno continued to warm the water of the river to uncomfortably hot levels. I began to swim upstream to get out of the scalding water, but the further I swam the more hot water I found myself in. Soon I could take it no more as

the water seemed to be near boiling point and I climbed up on the Northeast bank, next to a growth of sugarcane. The fresh air carried a light and welcome breeze on it cooling my steaming flesh. I gathered up the sugarcane, tucking it away in my pack, and

climbed up the modest hill that rose up above this side of the river. Trees obscured the view in every direction but were low enough that with some creative climbing I was able to get up on one and make my way to its uppermost reaches. From the top of the

tree on the hill, I could see the whole forest to the West burning. Thankfully it appeared the river was wide enough to stop the fire's spread to this side, but the whole Westside would likely be a total loss. Taking my attention away from the burning

woods for a moment I could see a large plain to the North stretching out all the way to the horizon. That would be where we would be heading next, but today’s adventure had come to its end. The sun hung low in the West adding drama to the raging forest

fire. I decided that the top of the tree I had climbed offered the best security for the evening and placed down a few support blocks and then my bed on top of them. As the sun dipped below the tree line and the stars began to peek out from their hiding

places in the night sky, I drifted off to sleep watching the persistent glow of the ever burning Ember Forest.

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Irony

It was insanely hot. Hotter than it had ever been before. Steve stood about 7 or 8 blocks underground, though for the moment still exposed to the harsh desert sun, so the normal cooling benefits of being underground didn’t currently apply. “Why did I

build my base in a desert?” Steve asked himself. This was a question he found himself asking on a daily basis. “I mean really, why, out of all the biomes in the world did I pick a desert? I hate heat and sand,” Steve continued to complain to himself as he

put the finishing touches on the grinder section of his iron golem farm. “I could have set up my base in a nice cold taiga, or maybe in a birch forest, or even up in the extreme hills. Even a plain. Everyone sets up in a plain,” Steve mused, mostly to

distract himself from the relentless onslaught of solar radiation. The fact that he was working with lava didn’t help with the heat problem. Steve was thankful he couldn’t sweat because if he could he knew he'd be drenched. Nothing was worse than wearing

soggy leather armor. Steve dumped the last bucket of lava out over the collection pit where the golems would fall. It spread out, completely covering the top of the pit. “There,” Steve said as he inspected his work, “Now just need to throw in the water

and this thing is done." Steve dug around in his pack for his water buckets, eager to put the finishing touches on his new farm and start using the iron for all the insane projects he had in his head to get to. Hoppers, minecarts, rail systems, new tools

and armor, the iron farm was the key to all of it. Steve climbed up his dirt scaffolding to the upper spawning floor. The floor was made out of smooth stone with a stone brick border. It took a little more time to smelt the usual cobblestone back into

smooth stone and even more to craft that into stone brick blocks, but Steve felt like the aesthetics were worth the extra effort and the farm did look really good, if a little monochromatic. In the corners were small raised platforms designed to help the

water spread and cover the whole spawning floor. Steve took out his two water buckets and a bit more dirt and made a quick and dirty, no pun intended infinite water source to draw all the water he'd need. In very short order Steve had placed the four

source blocks for the upper spawning area and quickly removed the infinite water source. Steve had to struggle against the current to get back to the hole in the wall that led to the scaffolding, but he managed and soon found himself plugging up the

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Nomad Day - 1

The following story is the very first in a free, ongoing series we'll have here at Video Game Story Time. Every month you can return and check out, read, download, and copy/paste into your Minecraft world the next adventure of Nomad, a new Minecraft adventurer in his very own, freshly generated Minecraft world. Enjoy and if you like this series and want to support the creation of more, feel free to donate here.

Suddenly I was. There's no other way I can describe what happened. One moment nothing existed. No hands, no face, no arms or legs, nothing and then, quite suddenly I was. Square head, long rectangular arms and legs, a face. All that I am now came into

existence in the span of a second. Then, as suddenly as I had, an entire world simply was. Out of the darkness it sprang into being. I opened my eyes and found myself standing in front of a dark cave with trees next to me. Lots of oak trees were all

around me and some birch trees, but somehow I knew I would want the oak. Instinctively I knew that they dropped apples so I might get a little food while I gathered the wood I would need. “Why do I want to gather wood?” I wondered. Was I going to build

something? Images flashed in my mind of tools. I had no tools. That's what I needed the wood for. I punched the individual blocks of the tree slowly breaking them down into manageable blocks that I could carry with me and use. “This doesn’t even hurt!” I

thought out loud. I found it difficult to fathom how strong I seemed to be. That first tree soon came to be little more than leaves decaying above me, dropping saplings and apples occasionally on the ground. Studying the log blocks I had gathered I found

I could make wood planks out of them and I converted them all. I tried to break them down further and realized that I could turn the planks I had just made into sticks, so I did this with a few of them. Something inside me was telling me I would need some

sort of table to make much more and so I put four wooden planks together to make a workbench and placed it right at the cave entrance. At this point, I hadn’t ventured over 5 blocks from where I came into existence. Using the workbench I combined sticks

from my pack with my few remaining planks to make a wooden pickaxe. It didn’t appear particularly durable, but it was my first tool and it would do for now. The sun traced ever further through the sky like a diabolical countdown timer marking the minutes

until night would fall and bring its darkest creations to bear down upon me. I did not understand what terrors the night held, but I was not eager to find out. I took a few cautious steps into the mouth of the cave, pickaxe held at the ready. The grass

and dirt of the surface soon gave way to the hard smooth stone. “This looks like it would be much better for making tools,” I thought to myself as I examined the stone walls of the cave. The stone was worn smooth by some natural force I did not yet know

or understand. It was cold to the touch and very, very hard. I swung my pickaxe hard at the wall. It had little effect. I swung again, and again, and again. A small section of the wall began to crack and fracture, then finally a small chunk of it broke

off leaving a minuscule divot in the seemingly unbreakable stone. I grabbed the chunk of stone and tucked it away in my pack, then got to work on the rest of the wall. Soon there were several pieces of stone stacked up in my bag and while it felt like a

long process to get them, it really only took a few minutes. The sun had moved further along in the sky tracing a deceptively graceful arch up and back down toward the horizon. The sight was beautiful to behold, but like most things of beauty, I knew it

could only lead to despair. As I dug more of the wall out I spotted a vein of coal further down in the cave. “I could use that to make some torches,” I thought, “But I'd like a better pickaxe first to get at it.” I took the stone I had gathered and the

sticks I had leftover and went back to the workbench to put together a better pickaxe. I put the materials together and made a stone pickaxe and a stone ax as well. I took the ax in hand and proceeded back into the cave ready for anything that might try

to jump out at me from the shadows. I looked around carefully as I reached the vein of coal, but saw and heard nothing. Satisfied that the coast was clear I took out my new pickaxe and started digging out the coal. It seemed to go faster than the stone

did initially, but there was a lot of it and it still took a while to gather it all. As I dug, I listened carefully for anything sneaking up behind me, but thankfully nothing ever came. When the coal was all gathered, I affixed several pieces to the last

of my sticks to use as torches. “I can use these to light up this cave and keep the night and its terrors at bay.” I placed several torches around the cave making sure that, should I leave nothing else would take up residence. “This cave will be a decent

shelter,” I thought, “But I need to make something comfortable to sleep on.” I grabbed my ax and left the cave looking out into the distance to find something that might serve as suitable bedding. I saw nothing. Then, suddenly, I heard a bleat roll

quietly out of the distance. A sheep was somewhere nearby. “Wool would make a perfect bed,” I thought. I quickly climbed the small hill outside of the mouth of the cave and there it was. I had found the sheep. It was not only close I was practically on

top of it. Quickly I ran over to it and struck it several times quickly with my ax. The sheep cried out and then vanished leaving some mutton and a bit of wool! I grabbed the meat and the wool. The wool was so soft and very, very fluffy. “I can’t wait to

sleep on this!” I knew I would need more than this little bit though to make a bed. Off in the distance, I could see yet another sheep grazing on a grassy patch under the trees. I ran toward it, but it didn’t move. It seemed that the animals in this world

had no immediate fear of man at least not until you gave them a reason to. I covered the distance to the sheep quite quickly and swung my ax at it several times in succession. This one only dropped a small bit of wool, but it was one step closer to a good

night of sleep. Looking around, I could see no more sheep in the area. I decided it would be prudent to head back toward the cave as the sun had nearly completed its journey back down toward the horizon. As I climbed back up the hill, I heard that now

familiar sound that signaled the presence of a sheep once more. I quickly checked the position of the sun. “I think I can make it in time,” I thought to myself. The third sheep was somewhere in the distance, but it was further off than the others had

been. I could tell it was a bit off to the South. I jumped into a nearby tree to try to get a better line of sight on the sheep but still saw nothing. Another tree was nearby, so I jumped across to that one, then to another, and another quickly getting

the hang of jumping from tree to tree as I went. Finally, I spotted the sheep and jumped out of the tree slicing down with my ax and using the momentum of the fall to aid the blow. The sheep never knew what had hit it. A little meat and wool fell to the

ground, and I scooped it up and headed back toward the cave I had lit up earlier. On the way back I spotted another cave and though the sun was well on its way to its nighttime hiding place, I couldn’t resist the urge to explore this new cave. I proceeded

into the dark hole in the surface and started placing torches to help me see and keep creatures away. Just about 20 blocks or so in, hiding in a corner I spotted something I had not yet seen in this world. It was a small vein of iron. This close to the

surface, this was an incredibly rare find. I pulled out my pickaxe and started digging out the semi-precious metal, the setting sun urging me on faster and faster. It didn’t take long as there wasn’t much to gather. There were only 9 bits of the material

in the vein, but that was enough to make a new pickaxe and have plenty left over to use for weapons, armor, or tools later down the line. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much more to the cave, and it proved to have little more than the iron to offer. I

decided it was probably time to head back to the original cave and dig in for the night. The sun had set while I was exploring the second cave and it was now dark though still early in the evening. I ran as fast as I could back to the cave entrance

jumping at the slightest move of every shadow and quickly picked up the workbench and took it and all the materials I had collected deep into the interior of the cave. There was a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. I set up the workbench and used

it to make a modest furnace out of some stone I had collected earlier in the day. I quickly placed the furnace down near the workbench, filled it with my leftover bits of coal, and placed my raw mutton on the open flames to cook it and have it as dinner,

and maybe also lunch tomorrow. The last touch needed was a cozy wool bed. I gathered together all the wool I had managed to gather and a few remaining pieces of wood planking and went to the workbench to assemble it into something resembling a bed. With a

little time and a little effort, the materials were soon converted to a brand new bed with white sheets. I placed it down on the cave floor near enough to the furnace to enjoy the benefit of the heat it put out in order to stave off the cold of the cave

and the night. With one more look around the cave to make sure nothing had snuck in I finally relented to the weight of fatigue pulling down heavily on my eyelids, crawled in between the sheets, and at long last drifted off to sleep.

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Tick Tock

It was dark. It always seemed like it was dark anymore, though Steve knew this wasn’t the case. His base was built underground and his timing was just off for catching the daylight. “I really need to make a clock,” Steve spoke aloud to himself. Steve

lived alone. In fact, he'd been in this world for at least a month and had yet to see even one other person. That’s not to say there weren't plenty of creatures out there, but they were hardly friendly. Upon first arrival Steve had considered trying to

make some kind of peace with the creatures of the night, but a stray arrow grazing his hairline that first night made it clear that the only peace they would be interested in was a torn bloody piece of his flesh. They would not budge on this condition and

it was simply not a term that Steve could agree to, valuing, as he did his continued existence. Steve had heard stories of people dotted throughout the land living in small villages. Not people like himself per se, but people none the less and when you've

been alone, truly alone for over a month you start to crave that contact even if it’s with someone not entirely like yourself. Steve wanted that contact with another person so badly he didn’t care what he had to do to get it. He would have to search all

across the land to the West to try and find one of these villages as his base sat on a large peninsula and so Steve could guess fairly easily that the North, East, and South held little promise for finding one of the villages he'd heard about. Before he

did anything though, Steve knew he would have to make a clock, which meant finding redstone and gold. Steve hadn’t found much of either in his month in the world and what he had found had gone into small automation projects and couldn’t be recovered.

Steve knew what he had to do. He grabbed his iron pickaxe and headed over to his main mining tunnel to start digging a new side tunnel and hopefully find some gold and redstone hidden in the ground. The further Steve dug into this new side tunnel the

darker it became. Thankfully he'd brought some torches with him, but he was running low on coal and so he didn’t have very many and thus was trying to use them sparingly, only placing them every 12 blocks or so. He usually, when he had the materials to

finance it would place a torch every 6 blocks, but he figured he could get away with the greater spacing distance until he could find some more coal. Steve carried on this way, just continuing to dig his tunnel straight for what seemed like ages until he ...

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