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Seth carefully opened the book, thinking that it might just fall apart at the spine. As he started to read the book he was surprised at what he was seeing, one of the most important entries was simply the first one.
Day 1
Dear Journal,
I am amazed at this island that I seem to have just magically appeared on! It has beautiful oceans, beaches, and forests that seem to stretch on for miles. I also noticed that this world, whatever this is, allows us to get block shapes of all sorts of things, like trees, with our hands without feeling pain, although I prefer to use the conventional tools. After what seemed like a whole day, I built a small house to call my home and shelter me from the outside. I just love being here this place is just too good to be true!
Seth was surprised to hear that he could break things like trees with his bare hands, but was glad to hear that the previous owner had used tools, which he most likely left behind somewhere. Something was making Seth become drawn to the book, it was as if the last owner would have wanted others to read this journal in hopes of learning how to cope with living in a new world. Seth began reading again, hoping to learn other facts about this island.
Day 2
Dear Journal,
Last night was simply terrifying. While I was making some pork chops for dinner, I began to hear strange, although feint, noises. I looked out of my window to see a very horrific shock; the dead had risen and seemed to have some mutations around the island! Scattered throughout area were groups of zombies, skeletons, Giant spiders, and what appeared to be green slime monsters with a look of pure anguish. I was Scared out of my mind, but it seems that they haven’t noticed me or my house; or maybe it was because I was in my own shelter that they couldn’t follow me into? Regardless of the answer, I must find out why this is happening and how to stop it!
Gasping at the shocking retaliation, Seth had peered into the night and indeed he saw the monsters which seemed like they could kill him at a moment’s notice. ‘Hmm, it seems as though this place isn’t such a paradise.’ Seth Jumped backwards and fell down as one of the “slime monsters” jumped up towards the window and stared into the eyes of Seth with seemingly no emotion except utter anguish.
Seth breathed a sigh of relief as the monster just receded back into the forest, as if it hadn’t seen him and then began to think about what is going on.
‘Hmm it seems that these monsters can’t see me through theses blocks that make up this house… I wonder if lighting has any effect on these monsters.’
After thinking about what he could do about the monsters plaguing the land, he began to feel tired and needed to find the bedroom of the house. Seth made sure that the book was carefully placed back onto the table, so it wouldn’t have a chance of being destroyed by being left open, before he began venturing into the house which had 3 rooms he could see from the current living room and stairs which led to the bedrooms. As he began climbing the stairs he had realized something, ‘Will these monsters be around during the daytime?’ ‘How to I stop them without putting myself in danger?’ ‘Oh well, I’ll deal with that in the morning time to sleep now.’ As Seth finished that last thought he began to climb into the average-size bed, pulled the covers over himself, and began to fall into the land of unconsciousness.
End of chapter
(A/N) I am going to create a house in mine craft that looks similar in not the same as the house that Seth is seeking shelter in.
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