Hello, everyone, my name is Steve, and I'm sure you already know that. I live in the world you call "Minecraft." I'm very confident in surviving the dangers of the world and having pride in that. My life is a game of survival. I'm an expert at making new objects out of resources from Earth. My days are numbered, and I'm ready to survive all of them.

Today, I started to begin work on my new dorm. I started attacking the trees near me. Soon enough, I had many pieces to build my house. One by one, I started the walls. Then I built myself a chest. After that, I needed more materials to build, so I got some leftover paper and made a map.  But then, an animal appeared in the distance. It was a pig. I thought to myself "I have plenty of food" and befriended the pig with a worn but sturdy saddle. Then, out of my many materials, I made a fishing rod, with a carrot as the bait. The pig responded with affectionateness. I had a new buddy now. With the pig following, I got my materials and started building my dorm again. Soon enough, it was finished. But then, a chill went down my spine. The night had started, and hostile monsters were coming. I got all the supplies I needed and went out to attack. There were many of the undead, and too many to fight. I retreated to my dorm again.  However, the door was becoming very worn. So I attacked again. This was a blunder. Though many of my enemies died, there was a huge army that attacked me powerfully. I was very hurt and weak, striving to survive. Then, a glimpse of the sun came out. One by one, my enemies set on fire and died. I ate some food and recovered. I continued to survive day after day from then on.