Medieval Manor

After spending every emerald he could find in his inventory, Steve recklessly headed over to the elevator. He tiredly raised his arm and gently pushed the elevator button. After a short rumble the elevator started rising. Steve has never seen such a contraption before, he wondered to himself while his height was increasing. He stood there for a few minutes until the elevator emitted a sharp ding sound. The wooden doors opened with a creek as Steve laid his first step into the strange, yet familiar looking penthouse. The moment he entered the room, he escaped the pail environment and infiltrated this new world as it seemed to him.

He was startled as the swift aroma of fresh wood penetrated his nostrils. This wasn’t new to him. While wondering to himself he heard a sound from a distance as a lumpy figure approached him. He was a rather pail looking fellow, he looked like he could lose a few pounds. The smell of marshmallows rose from him as he welcomed him to his new apartment.
Despite this place being new to him, it felt like home. He climbed up the old ladder, wrapped himself around the soft blanket and fell into sleep.