27 June 2012
For @Jamtots
The world generates around me. Mountains, deserts, forests they all load before my eyes. The floor materialises under my feet, firm grassy floor. I look up, there on the horizon I see a forest. I head out towards it. As I travel I formulate a plan in my mind. Shelter. That's the first thing I need. Tools. I'll need them too. The ground blurs beneath me. The forest draws nearer and nearer. The first tree I reach I emidiatly begin to punch. My fist slowly knocking chunks out of the tree. I continue until I have 24 bits of wood in my bag. Then I get them out. Along with some basic crafting tools. I quickly and skilfully turn them into planks. I have 96 planks, that should be enough. I place down a 4x6x1 hollow area for the first bit of wall. A 2x2 gap at one end. That's the enterance. I hop onto the wall and build it up another 2 then fill up the top layer for the ceiling. I get four planks and craft them into a work bench if sorts. That goes in the back left corner. Using 12 planks I make 2 doors. Then I go outside of my house to place them down. The sun is setting already. Time really flys. I go into my shelter with the intent to wait out the night. I have no bed yet but I don't want to fight any monsters. An idea comes to me. I build a weak looking wooden pick axe. I begin to dig. Not straight down but in a stair like manor. Leaving just enough space to walk through. I dig through the dirt, it takes longer than it should, maybe there's a better tool for the job. Then suddenly I hit a new material (literaly) it's grey, maybe stone. The first block breaks. I pick it up. It's identified as cobblestone, I make a mental note of that. Then keep digging. Down. Down. Down. Snap. My pic brakes splintering wood all over. I collect up the shards. Maybe its repairable. I head back to the workbench. It takes time, I didn't know I'd dug so deep. I reach the surface. I make a new pic. Just as I turn to go back down the mine. A gentle hissing catches my ear...
Survival 1.0 • Opuss № I