(If you fancy reading the events that lead up to this journey, check out the previous adventures)
I stepped through the swirling purple vortex, unsure of where it might lead me. I could spawn into the middle of a thick, lush forest, perhaps a barren desert, or even a relentlessly snowy mountain peak. Either way, I was prepared for any environment the world could throw at me.
The claustrophobic cave was only illuminated by the lava dripping through the walls. It was clear I was deep underground. Very deep, with no idea how to escape.
I quickly set up a make shift camp after excavating some convenient diamond, and quickly began planning my escape from this under ground hell. With my chest constructed I stashed away all the valuables and began to fashion a make-shift staircase upwards. It wasn’t long before the chilling screeches of enemies lurking in the darkness began to bleed through the walls. I had to be be on my toes.
After mining through the thick stone walls I eventually ventured up an opening. Tunnels and caverns stretched off in all directions, making navigation all that more tricky. Being the manly man I am, my first call to order was to block off most entrances, stopping enemies from sneaking up on me and removing vital organs; if I died here, there was no getting back.
Several enemies soon began to poke their scrawny little heads over my defences, like nosey neighbours with dynamite strapped to their chests. My hawk-eyed vision and Elven archery skills quickly made short work out of my foes, but it only served to make me all the more weary of the exploration ahead.
The deeper I explored, the more creepers I encountered. It was rapidly becoming apparent that I had inadvertently stumbled upon the infamous Layer of the Creepers. I was in trouble. But there was no time for fear. I bravely patted down the damp patch on my crotch (there was a problem with one of the taps in the Nether and it sprayed me… Honestly.) and carried on my (so seriously, that’s what happened. You can ask anyone. Really) adventure.
The deeper I ventured, the harder it became to find my way back to may make-shift camp, so I decided it would be best to relocate. The new base was deeper into the caverns, well illuminated with a small fountain of lava and walled off from any intruders.
Natural stair cases had been grooved into the tunnel system, pointing towards a possible exit from this nightmare. As I ascended the stone steps the world opened up… Into yet more caverns. Then,
An arrow pierced the wall by my head. I had no idea where it had fired from, but I was hoping it wasn’t the same direction as the skin crawling spider noises. I readied myself into a battle stance- halfway back down the tunnel I’d come from. Cautiously, I snuck back up the stairwell, like a ninja stealing a cookie from an alligators mouth, using all my highly attuned warrior senses to detect my enemy.
Another arrow, this time smashing straight into the back of my head. It seems my enemy was perched on a ledge far above my head, waiting to strike, initiating an intense sniper battle for supremacy.
I ran out across the tiny battle field, diving behind cover as a shower of arrows pieced my shadow. I raised my head to gauge my opponents distance. That’s when I saw is friend.
An ambush! I had walked straight into their palms, falling victim to their cunning skeletal plan. But I wasn’t going down without a fight.
I fired off a volley of arrows in retaliation, turning every wall into a pincushion. My ingenious plan had worked. After emptying my quiver, my foes had fallen. But the growls and screeches still echoed through the chamber and, for some peculiar reason, I was almost out of ammunition.
There were several routes to take. One was an ominous looking black void near the ceiling, which seemed to be the home of the screeching. Another was down stream- a cave leading down through the floor of the cavern. As I ruled out the possibility that following a path downwards would lead to the surface, I opted to follow route 3- another natural staircase. Clambering up the steep steps I finally reached the top, a dead end with a tiny hint of golden hope- sand. If there was sand, then the surface couldn’t be far off.
In a moment of pure glee I struck the sand with my shiny shovel, only to witness the tons of sand collapse in an almost catastrophic accident. Luckily, in my nervous disposition, I jumped aside as the sand narrowly missed my face. I continued digging my way through the flimsy sand until I had soon hit sunshine.
Finally I was out.
I dug my way out some more, creating a small sandy set of stairs to the surface. As I neared the final few blocks to the surface, I struck away the sand, only to open up a torrent of water, washing me back down and flooding the cave.
I was back in.
Wasting no time, I struggled back up the rapids until I fully surfaced. Finally, I was reacquainted with my old friend the Sun. And it was glorious. Although, looking forward, across my new surroundings: things looked bleak.
Behind me, though, was land and what looked like a large near by mountain. I only had a few minutes of day light yet, so I had to explore quickly. The scenery was glorious- mountains piercing the sky, thick, lush forests stretching off into the distance, pits where pigs could fight to the death… It was paradise.
Dusk was quickly settling in and I had no where see out the night. Tracking back along the ocean shore I headed back for the once treacherous cave. I’d be safer there then out in the open. Sitting safely by the lava fountain in the lonely cave base, I clutched my watch close to my chest and waited out the night.