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 crossed the desert under the blazing heat of the sun. I harvested cacti aplenty: I’m not sure why, but it’s certainly going to come in handy later.
At the edge of the desert, I find yet another town, this one, Desert Rose.
The people here are numerous: they like to hangout in one larger building. I think they are planning something.
Inside the smithy, I found something that delighted me: a chest, and within it, apples, iron, diamonds, and horse armor. These are kingly treasures, but I cannot simply take them. I must earn my keep.
I start by generally improving the town as is my custom. I add doors to houses, but I must do something more. The church seems run-down: I decide to give it a proper cross.
In the middle of the night, though, a Creeper sneaks around and blows a hole in the church’s foundation. I fix that, but this doesn’t earn my keep. Perhaps if I hadn’t been here that Creeper wouldn’t have either.
The next day I finish the upgrades to the church: it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do given the materials at my disposal. I fix some windows in town.
Then I found a Creeper creeping around inside a house. How did he get there? I didn’t know, but he had to be dealt with. I lured him into the desert and promptly killed him. But did the villagers thank me?
The villagers were getting restless. They kept slamming the doors of the community hall, going in and out, in and out. I don’t think I’m welcome here, and these people are scaring me. I need to leave once it’s morning.
Once the sun sinks, I take refuge in the blacksmith’s shop. That chest of treasures beckons to me. I need what’s in there. Those diamonds are most valuable. I still do not feel as though I’ve earned my keep.
So instead of taking the prizes and leaving, I deposit my own riches: pumpkins, meat, flowers, glass, gunpowder, and leather. I’m still not sure the trades and the service I’ve done for this town are in balance with the diamonds I took. But I can’t risk staying around any longer. The people, they opened and closed those doors all night long. This is a town not afraid of the dead.
And that makes me afraid.
I traveled across the plains yet again. With the acquisition of two ingots of iron, I could now make shears. I came across herds of sheep like a field of snow. I sheared dozens of sheep, building up a stockpile of wool.
Now I could construct beds. Now I could sleep during the night, protecting myself from my enemies.
I climbed a mountain, hoping for a change of scenery: alas, more fields.
I walked until dusk, then decided to make myself a shelter. I dug underground, my second such hole in less than a week. But this time I had a bed, and this time I would be safe.
Finally, once night fell, I was able to sleep, the first bit of shut-eye in over 100 hours.