Running.
He never stopped. The endless spawning of mobs in his land was the most fearful way of life. He never wanted it to happen. He wished he had never been born. It was just then he realized that he had his Sharpness 5 diamond sword with him that he was launched face-first into the mountainside. Alan tumbled down the mountain losing 9 and a Half of his 10 precious hearts. Alan slumped into a sitting position as he hit the ground with a tremendous thud. With a cry of pain, Alan opened his eyes. Horror ran through his veins life silverfish in a stronghold. It was still there. The Creeper. How could it have lived through its suicidal explosion? The last thing he saw was the eruption of green as shards of the icy land pierced his heart...

Steve had been travelling some time now to find a spot for his new house. He planned on a nice sideways-log cabin design. After the many days he had been travelling, he found himself at the bottom of a mound in an extreme hills biome. Deciding this was a good place to start, he started flattening out the land with the stone spade. Thre hours passed and Steve tiredly broke the last block of dirt. The soil collapsed and from the inside tumbled a blue, shiny, gleaming object. Steve picked it up and brushed off the dirt, thus realizing it was a diamond. Carefully, he slid the diamond into his pocket with great delight. As the sun came down, Steve jogged back to his temporary plank hut. All it contained was a chest and a bed, enough to keep him through at least two nights. From his backpack he took some fine sheep wool clothes and snuggled into his bed. That was when he heard the hiss...

End of Part 1

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