(I look back on these old skins of mine, and these descriptions are so weird...)

It's twilight hour. It's storming outside. The only way you know what time it is is by your clock. That you mined for a full hour and a half to find the gold for. You're out hunting skeletons for bones to coax a wolf to follow you. So you won't be so lonely. So lonely. In your mine. A creeper jumps you from the trees. You lose your last bit of iron armor. Made from the iron you had to decide to use for some boots. Or a pickaxe. For your mine. So lonely. You return home for some fresh cooked porkchop. Your house has been looted. Greifed. How could they find it? It's so far out. Under water. With 3 traps to protect your porkchops. You feel a diamond sword peirce through the back of your neck. You drop a cooked porkchop; you had one all along. So lonely. Your last glimpse is of dark blue eyes staring through you as they return to your mine.

So lonely.