Once upon a time, a man known by the name Steve went venturing down a dark and suspicious cave near his home on an island. Why, you ask? For the mysterious gem called the Diamond, in which Steve coveted. This gem was very rare and could only be found in the deepest caverns. But there was danger, of course: Spiders, Creepers, and Zombies were just waiting to tear him apart to bits. Steve knew how to prepare for cave exploration: torches aplenty, his trusty iron pickaxe, an iron sword, and a bow and some arrows-- JUST incase. Steve began to travel down the cave's winding and seemingly endless tunnels. He managed to find some iron and coal, but still no diamonds. Feeling his morale going down, Steve kept on venturing through. As he turned a corner, he saw something he wouldn't of expected: a mineshaft. He wondered, "Who could of built this?". As far as he knew, he was the only one on this island. Suspicious of who might of built it, he travelled through it. He witnessed endless tunnels and constant turns. As soon as he reached one end, another would seem to appear. At last, he saw a silvery glint in the distance: the lock of a chest! He ran towards it and opened it up: Some lapis lazuli, bread, and a few iron ingots. He took the contents of this odd chest and started walking again. He was very tired, so he barely noticed the rotted carcass of a human, leaning against the wall. It's bones were grey and it seemed like all the flesh has been rotted off. Thinking it would come to life and attack, he held out his bow and kept a distance. While focusing on this skeleton, he did not hear the click-clacking of something behind him. A large grey bone came and whacked him on the side of his head. The blow knocked him unconscious. When he came to, he noticed the skeleton against the wall was gone, and so was the bow. Scared out of his wits, Steve ran up to the surface, still without diamonds.