Steve awoke to find himself in the Nether. Around him he saw parts of his wreaked ship. He quietly buried the rest of the crew, then set out into this hellish world.
First he came to a village on the plateau. But something was wrong, the buildings burnt and laid in ruin.

He looked through the chests, gathering supplies to survive this Hell. Once he was fully equipped, he climbed up the half-standing village watchtower. Out of the sulphurous clouds and smog, over the charred pine forest, a spire of gleaming quartz rose, reaching high up into the sky. If he was to get out of here alive, he should head for the relative safety of that spire and the faint shapes that hide around it in the smog. At least he could get away from the Hellish creatures that roamed all over the netherrack landscape.