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"Dear God," I say. "I won't survive."
As night falls, I decide to take out my wooden sword and fight off whatever comes my way. The moon comes up. The Sun has completely set and I look to the patch of dirt and sand farthest away from me. A zombie and a creeper have already spawned there.
"Crap," I mutter.
As it comes to midnight (the moon is in the center of the sky), creepers have spawned around my only tree source. They won't leave the stump, so I go over there to scatter them.
WHY did I go over there?!
Then the creepers look at me, all start hissing at once -- "Ah! My ears!" -- and destroy the stump, along with that piece of land. I look for the log and I can't find it. Now I have to wait for the other trees to grow.
I see an Enderman in the distance. I look right at it by accident. "Hopefully it likes me," I say.
It teleports off the island. I don't see it anywhere. "Phew."
I get attacked from behind. I turn around and the Enderman is smacking me, jaws wide open. With my survival instincts, I start swinging at the Enderman. I hit twice, but miss 3 times. The combination of Enderman and zombie are horrible as one comes to join the fight. I'm at half health after I kill the zombie and run into my hut. The space inside the hut is only a 2x2 cube. The Enderman can't get in, so he gives up and walks off. I ate my apple, and my hunger goes up. I start healing and just as I thought the night wouldn't end soon, the Sun comes up.
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