Inspired by Kurt Mac’s journey to reach the edge of the Minecraft map, I’ve decided I want to play the game differently: instead of building a settlement, structures, and participate in other common Minecraft activities, I, too, will start walking and see where I end up. The goal is not to get to the edge of the world, or to accomplish anything specific. Rather, to tell an interesting story along the way.
What follows is my travelogue.
I was begotten in a field filled with horses. A horse would provide a fine way to ride across the landscape; alas, I have no saddle.
I started next to a chest which contained axes and wood.
This is a world of survival, and I need to survive. I slaughtered three horses and took their leather hides: these will come in handy later. But then I found a mother and her colts: they were spared. This doesn’t have to be a savage world.
After crossing the field I encountered a village, Block Town. The villagers were friendly, and they had resources. They didn’t seem to be in the mood for bartering, however.
I sneaked out of view, then harvested their wheat. This journey will be long, and I need bread for when I’m hungry. Not wanting to be a rude guest, I sowed the fields with fresh seed.
I needed weapons, and fortunately one house had a crafting table. I tore up the floor with my pick-axe, getting the cobblestone I desperately needed. I relaid the floor with acacia wood. It doesn’t look as nice, but I don’t want to be a taker.
Night fell and the zombies rose from the fields of the earth. The villagers sought refuge in their homes: those who could make it. Those left outside were attacked.
Now was my chance to repay the villagers for all the assistance they had given me. I forged a stone sword then attacked the zombies. I saved the villagers and fell 15 of those undead horrors. One villager died for opening the door too soon. I wanted to do more, but I was badly injured in battle and needed to wait for my wounds to heal.
When the sun arose, I harvested the crops again, taking wheat and carrots. Consider it payment, Block Town, for your defense.
While leaving the town, I came across a pair of pure white horses grazing in the meadow. After weeks of searching for white horses in a previous Minecraft world, I finally found them. They were beautiful, the only sight of beauty I’d see this day.
I entered the savanna, a region characterized by grass, grass, and crooked trees. I started harvesting some lumber when my eye spotted fire on the horizon!
Upon investigating, I found that a spring of lava had bubbled up to the surface of the earth. Left unchecked, this field would burn. If I was going to be a part of this world, I needed to help where I could.
I put out the fires, but the fires would come again if the lava spring wasn’t sealed up. I excavated a nearby pond, taking blocks and blocks of sand. I filled in the lava pool, ridding the savanna of this menace.
Daylight was growing thin; I needed to make shelter. I dug a hole in the ground and fitted it with a door, just as the zombies rose again. I was safe, for now, but I couldn’t let the night go to waste. I needed to make a run for more wood.
I respawned in that savanna but was unable to find my hobbit hole. I roamed the plains, avoiding monsters. Creepers exploded around me, and skeletons pegged me with arrows. I had no weapons, and no time to mine resources. I had to keep moving forward.
I found some pumpkins and harvested them, thinking I could use them for food later. I left the savanna for greener pastures just as the sun was rising.
Today is a new day. When life gets tough, keep pressing W.
I left the savanna and found the fertile plains. Cattle roamed this great land, but I wasn’t looking for beef. I needed wood. Wood is the key to survival. With it, I can make doors, weapons, and tools.
Trekking across the wind-swept plains was starting to look fruitless. No trees in sight, until I saw a church. I’d found another village! Just when I thought I’d be traveling this world alone, salvation shows up in the form of a community.
As before, I harvested the villagers’ crops, taking the wheat, carrots, and potatoes I’d need for my journey. I promised to repay them for their kindness. I constructed four doors and installed them on their homes. Doors were missing on half the houses: perhaps they’d just barely survived a tough battle. Now they had a place to retreat from the zombies.
I mined some cobblestone and recreated my sword and tools. I was now ready for the coming invasion.
Night fell, and I stood atop the lonely church, watching over the town of Christchurch. The monsters were few tonight. I found a spider and slaughtered it. I needed string so I could make a bow. Alas, this spider dropped no string.
Throughout the night, I killed three zombies and one more spider. I got one piece of string and damaged leather armor from one zombie. No villagers died this night.
When the sun arose, I followed a stone path leading out of town. I thanked the villagers for their assistance and prepared to enter the desert.