Monday, November 15, 2010

Day Thirty-Five

The night was eerily quiet. At one point I through I saw a skeleton looming behind a mound to the north, but it was just a sheep.

Where are all the mobs?
 As the sun climbed higher I looked to the horizons, but not a single mob was in sight. Warily, sensing things were not right, I chipped away at my tower and returned to the ground.

Still no mobs.
My defenses did more harm than good :(
I refused to pick up the pork. I left it where it lay, stowed away some cacti, and climbed up out of the canyon back to the west and walked around on the northern side.

Mushrooms! (looking north)
Looking south at my camp in the canyon.
 Beyond the eastern edge of the canyon, the ground rolled down towards an ocean. A slither of land continued east just to the south of my location.

Looking east and a bit north from atop the eastern edge of the canyon.
Heading east-south-east through a small wood.
Continuing east.
Peppered among the hills were several abrupt, deep shafts. I kept my eyes on my feet as I walked.

After a brief forest, the ocean came up abruptly from the south as well to cut off my path. I backtracked into the forest and took the northern pass that put me closer to the next continent.

Through the forest
Dead end this way. I backtracked as to come down the hill visible to the right of this photo.
Hills and desert to the south of the new continent.
Large mountains and an interesting monument.
Like a staircase up the centre of the mountain.
The path up the mountain could not have been easier to traverse. The ground dropped away to the north and south but my eastern path inclined gradually and comfortably.

Waterfall to the north as I climb.
The view back west from the top.
The top of the mountain was amazingly flat.
Islands in the clouds.
As I descended back beneath cloud-level, a breathtaking valley appeared before me.

Getting into the valley, however, proved something of a problem.

Not this way.
I had to head some way north to find a way down before returning to my eastern path.

Looking back west at the mountain.
I mined a vein of coal from the side of a cliff wall before heading off to get a closer look at the monument and waterfall I spied from the mountainside. 

Looking back west.
I left the valley behind me and continued east through a relatively flat forest before coming across another large mountain. This one would not be so easy to step over, however.

Continuing east out of the valley.
Mountain on the horizon.
Yeah. Don't think I am climbing over this one.
I walked around to the south where the ground seems tamer. I clambered over the foothills between the mountain's southern cliffs and the ocean to the south.

East around the mountain.
Looking up.
And looking down. Meep!
The cobblestone gave me a fright. It has been some days since I saw a dungeon. Without a second thought, I dug away the sand and let the water flow in so no mobs could assail me. But when I listened, I could hear nothing. No mobs at all. I hesitantly stepped down into the cobblestone ditch, but I could not even spy a spawner or any chests. Perhaps I was on the outside of the dungeon, not the inside. Or perhaps it was beneath me, buried beneath a cave-in of sand? The afternoon was getting late and I did not want to be stuck in a dungeon at night so I did not spend any time investigating. I moved on, looked up again, and noticed for the first time the amazing overhang above me.

Looking back at the overhang from further east.
I stepped down onto a narrow bridge of sand that crossed into another desert just as the sky began to darken. I moved away from the water and began placing my cacti.

Looking back west at the mountain.
Into the desert.
Setting my defenses.
Up we go.
I watched the sun set from atop my tower and waited for the mobs. But just like the previous night, and just like in the dungeon, none spawned. I swear the lack of mobs was freaking me out than the usual presence of mobs! But then I remembered: my younger brothers had been playing Minecraft on my computer the previous day and had turned down the difficulty. I was playing on peaceful! Whoops!

I turned the difficulty back to normal, and instantly the zombies, skeletons, creepers, and spiders began to litter the hills and crawl towards my tower. So much for another peaceful night.

There they all are.


  1. I still don't know how you resist the temptation to explore a perfectly good dungeon. I would've dug in there, destroyed the spawner, found the chests, and just walled up the dungeon for the night...I guess if it's skeletons or something, you wouldn't want to have to deal with that and also worry about not dying ever.

    You must be fifty miles from your spawn point by now....

  2. Davie:

    Believe me, in any other of my save files, I would not leave any cavern behind. But when one death is your only death, you can't help but be a bit more hesitant. If I die now, this entire trip/experiment/story is over. For good. It's really interesting how that affects my playing style.

  3. You should definitely check those dungeons out. If you found a pig saddle that would be awesome.

  4. Yesterday I found a dungeon that looked a lot like this one. Sand had buried most of it. I dug carefully and in a fit of paranoia, when I found the spawner, I reburied. I cleared the sand off the chests and emptied them.

    A little later I experimented and took the sand off the spawner. No creatures spawned in the daylight and I ended up destroying it.