Seven witches are destroying this world by raising an army of undead warriors. My job is to hunt and kill them. Perhaps killing these witches will restore balance to the world.
Five witches have been slayed: two more remain.
This is my journey. My only goal is to tell a good story.
I built as far as my materials would take me, several kilometers into the Orange Ocean. The land bridge was getting quite long now, and the shore of the fabled West was nowhere to be seen. How many more weeks would I be stranded at sea?
I was running low on materials and knew that if I was going to make any significant progress forward, I had to stop going back to Waystation Island. I needed a new waystation.
This leg of the land bridge did take me through Decimation Island, which was a bountiful land far more rich in resources than Waystation Island. But I died here, and the place was still overrun with monsters. I needed a new base of operations.
And then I found it. A very tiny island peaking above the ocean floor.
It didn’t look like much, but this would be my new home. All I needed was dirt to grow trees. I envisioned a massive terraforming project to turn Tiny Island into a functioning lumber yard.
I built a small resting platform nearby, complete with a pen for Lightning, then started the long trek back to Waystation Island. This would be the definitive last trip there.
Henrietta was still clucking around. This island was hers now.
Instead of felling a forest of trees, my mission now was to gather as much dirt as possible. I dug underground so as not to ruin the visual aesthetic of the island. Once underground, I cleared a huge cavern. Now I had enough material to terraform Tiny Island.
All of my materials gathered, I loaded up Lightning and left Waystation Island for good.
When I reached Decimation Island, I passed very quickly now that I was on the back of Lightning. Good thing, because I reached Decimation Island at night.
All of my valuables were safely stowed on my cobblestone platform. I had a bed, I had a small amount of food, and Lightning had her pen. I had soil, and I was ready to begin the terraformation project.
I knew early on that creating an entire flat surface for my trees would be resource intensive, and entirely unnecessary. Instead, I constructed long, spindly arrays of dirt, meter-wide paths that the trees would be planted next to. Using Tiny Island as a base, my plan was to construct four arrays, one in each direction, and grow 10-14 trees on each array.
Once my first tree grew, I realized I was spacing them too close. Oops. They needed to be 6-7 squares apart so that they could grow without touching each other.
I remade the first array and replanted the trees. Now Tiny Island was coming together. I lined the paths with torches. I wanted no monsters to spawn on this small tract of land. Not on my watch. This little outpost would be the first, hopefully of many in this world, where no monsters had refuge.
My arrays constructed, now I had to wait for the trees to grow. I soon had enough trees planted that by the time I finished harvesting them new trees had sprouted up. Within a couple days, I realized that this set-up at Tiny Island was far more efficient than Waystation Island.
It was so successful I was breaking tools left and right. I needed stone to continue my work, so I dug a small tunnel in the middle of Tiny Island to get fresh material.
While I was working, I came up with a new strategy for felling trees. When oak trees grew, they came in two varieties. The first, the standard short tree, yielded 5 blocks of wood. Not much, but very easy to chop down. Occasionally, though, a massive grandfather tree grew, which could yield 30 blocks of wood or more. While it might initially appear more efficient to fell these large trees, they were so tall that it took a lot of effort to clear them.
Half of the time, the lumber would fall into the water. While I could retrieve some of it, Tiny Island didn’t have a very large footprint, so much of the lumber would fall to the bottom of the ocean. I could swim down a ways, but it was too dark to find the ocean floor.
So I came up with a new strategy: chop as much from the grandfather trees as I could, then burn the rest. It would be much quicker to burn it down and plant a new tree.
Around night 89 I saw a zombie swimming near my island. My plan for a monster-free refuge failed. Fortunately, this was the only one I saw during my tenure at Tiny Island. I killed him quickly. I hadn’t killed a zombie in about a week.
As the sun set, I checked my inventory and realized that I had as much wood as I could possibly carry. I had 4,600 blocks, enough for over 4 kilometers of bridge. Hopefully this is the last time I need to gather material for this stupid land bridge. I went to bed, getting a good rest (I’ve been awake nearly a week), before my final trek to the mainland.