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.

Six witches have been slayed: one more remains.

This is my journey. My only goal is to tell a good story.

Day 115

The villagers didn’t take too well to my destruction of their temple! I should have known that my witch hunting would get me in trouble one day. They have a grip on this world, and the world isn’t ready to forge ahead without them.

I fought back, but took no satisfaction in the violence.

Eight villagers fell total.

Now what should I do? There was clearly no witch in this area. My violence was for naught. I left Goroth for the bountiful fields.

I saw endermen patrolling the shore, but I had not the strength to attack them tonight.

I needed supplies, and for too long I have gone without animal products. I needed feathers for arrows, hide for book covers, and wool for bedding. These plains became killing fields as I slaughtered cow after cow, chicken after chicken, getting the valuable items I’ve needed for months.

For the first time, I found a bunny, and that gave me some small joy.

Day 116

I wasn’t going to let all this meat go to waste. Early in the morning, I started roasting the beef. It was much healthier to eat than the bread, so I would soon substitute my entire lot of bread for roast beef. All that work for bread, and now I was abandoning it so quickly.

Just over the hills I found another village. I would refrain from going there for now. First I needed to be prepared. Maybe word had reached these people of the attack on Goroth just a quarter mile away.

I found more cattle, and continued my harvest. It made me sick, but I needed those leather hides for a reason.

I built a house at night. I would be in this area for some time, so I might as well be protected.

Day 117

If I was going to slay the final witch I’d need a magical sword. I wasn’t going to take any chances.

To enchant my sword, I needed books. I’ve been carrying reams of paper for months; now I finally had enough leather for the bindings.

Once all the books were crafted, I put them away in bookshelves. I was getting close.

For too long skeleton archers have plagued me, firing arrow after arrow into my armor from afar. I needed to fight back. I had the feathers now for more arrows, next I needed flint. I dug through the gravel until I had enough.

I wasn’t going to enchant any old sword. Ideally, I’d magically-infuse a diamond sword. The only problem: I only had one diamond. My books and arrows stockpiled, my next mission was to go underground, to find another diamond.