Well, I am a die-hard Minecraft fan! I play it all the time! The only thing is, I’m a pure master at Creative and a noob at Survival…

Once Upon a Time…

So, one day, I decided to face my Survival fears and create a Survival world. I did. On that world, I found a village, and I made a home (technically, I stole it) for myself. Then, I began to set out to craft stuff. I broke down trees and tore apart grass and I began to dig underground. Then, I went back to my house and used those supplies to make stuff like a furnace, a chest, a crafting table and a bed.

Soon, my hunger began to drop. I equipped my trusty pickaxe and went on a killing spree. Not to long after that, I came home with a feast of mutton, beef, chicken, and pork chops. Then, I went to sleep….

Many virtual weeks later…

“I am a Survival Lord!” I, as still a noob, thought on my way home from my glorious underground battle, where I cleared out my gigantic caverns, crafted by the one and only, me!

…  I was digging further and further, until I heard the haunting moan of a nearby zombie, just waiting to get ahold of my un-armored body.. I waited. The shrieks of spiders came next, and then a clunkity-clank of a skeleton. I new that I was very much nearby a hostile mob spawning point. I took my iron pickaxe out of my inventory and broke two blocks to my left and I stantly stumbled into a windy tunnel, face to face with a zombie.. I backed up against the wall and glared into his eyes as he did the same. Then, I jumped out at him with my axe and slashed four times, knocking him down.

*Pop*

Next, I ran further into the caverns, eventually facing skeletons (normal and withered), spiders, and even a witch!!! After that, I darted to the above ground and went to sleep.

Virtual weeks later…

My cavern was bigger than ever. But it was getting tricky. I began meeting up with lava and more monsters.. but I kept digging. I eventually found myself in a quiet lava chamber. Not a peaceful kind of quiet… A haunting kind. I was standing on blocks placed wildly above that bubbling lava. If I could get down to the surface where the lava was, I probably had a better chance of- … Diamond… There were two blocks of glimmering diamond ore placed about three or four feet above the lava. I edged my way up to the ores. Parkour… My worst enemy. I hopped up onto another block and then down one. I was at the end of the bridge, and still not close enough. I stepped out to where if I have moved half an inch I would’ve fallen directly into the lava. I thought that I was close enough to collect the ores, so I began to dig one. I wasn’t close enough, however, and I needed a different strategy. The block fell into the lava. Hmm..

I jumped down to the surface, hurting myself. If I could just, get up and out enough to reach the diamond. I soon found I was stumped. So, I became satisfied with some easy-to-get-to gold ores. I dug at those, and thought I heard a noise. Hmm? … Nothing… Okay…

I got tired of digging and stepped back into a dark corner to place a torch. After that, I tried to make my way up to the village by swimming through waterfalls that flow through the caverns. Eventually, I ended back to the lava chamber. I was getting lost and confused. But my virtual and real heard stopped when I heard hat dreadfully noise…… Clankity-clack. Then, I heard the stretching of a bow string.

*Feww!!!*

*Slice* OUGH… I fell to the ground with an arrow piercing my stomach. Then, I managed to stand up again and equip one of my swords and ran to the place where the arrow came from. I frantically swung my sword in every direction, bit still couldn’t get out at the Skelton. Another arrow came from the darkness and struck my chest. I fell backwards, facing the lava. All of my inventory (Most of my axes and torches and sworda) poured into the lava and I lay on he ground. The worst words that I have ever faced sprawled across the red screen…

You died.

So, by almost getting diamond, and by losing all of my good supplies, I settled on calling this my worst Survival Experience….. And it’s all a true story.