The Minecraft Travelogue: The Wheat Field: Days 101-112

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.

After journeying to a barren place of sand and rock, I ran out of food, and was on the edge of starvation.

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

Day 104

Near Floating Rock was a pond, the perfect place to cultivate my wheat. I filled it in, using dirt I dug up from under the water.

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Soil is difficult to find in this land of baked clay.

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After making many trips below the surface, I finally found enough material.

I hoed the ground, and planted all of my seeds on a hope, and by day’s end they were growing.

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The next question is: would I grow enough wheat before I starved to death?

At nightfall, I saw a spider on the distant mesa and went inside.

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I couldn’t risk a fight in my condition. If I got injured, my death would be accelerated. I was getting very hungry and only had one loaf of bread left. I’d like to kill skeletons, to use their bones as fertilizer, but it was too risky. Maybe in the morning I will search for dead skeletons instead.

Day 105

At sunrise, I found a gold plated zombie rampaging through my fields. He was difficult to fight, especially in my weakened condition, but I killed him without a scratch.

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Unfortunately, this fight added to my hunger and exhaustion. I searched all morning for skeleton bones, but no success.

I finally planted a couple saplings. Maybe these oak trees will sprout and provide apples to tide me over until the wheat grows.

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The tree sprouted, but it was sickly and gray. This wasn’t going to work, I thought. I chopped it down, and it yielded two saplings, but no apples. I immediately planted another, hoping the apples would come soon.

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I went to bed hungry, one unit of hunger left. Soon my stomach would start eating itself. My crops were coming along nicely. I should have wheat by tomorrow.

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Day 106

I waited. And waited. I grew delirious under the hot desert sun. When would these crops grow? Was the sun too hot for them?

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I’ve died before, but not like this. Not like this. I could see my death coming days away, and yet everything in my power did little to stave it off. Once the pangs of hunger grew too great to bear, I would consume my last loaf of bread.

I held it like a lifeline, tempted to eat it immediately, but I had to wait.

The crops were growing tall, but they hovered at the peak of maturity.

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Finally, just was I was ready to go to bed (maybe for the last time), one crop of wheat matured. But I needed three to make bread.

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Day 107

And then I could stand it no more. My stomach was consuming itself, and I had to act quickly to prevent permanent damage to my body. I ravenously consumed the last loaf of bread. Would the rest of this wheat mature soon?

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By the end of the day, I had more bread. I made the loaf and consumed it immediately, still hot from the oven, burning my mouth and fingers. I needed at least two more loaves before I could begin healing. The crops were maturing faster now.

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Day 108

To pass the time while my crops grew, I collected as many cacti as I could, grafted them together, and built a cactus 16 meters tall. Let this be a warning to all who attack: you will get stuck.

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I even hurt myself building it, but by afternoon, I had enough wheat and bread to heal fully.

At night, I decided to hunt skeletons for bones. Their bones, crushed into bone meal, would provide excellent fertilizer for my crops.

I hunted two skeletons and got two bones, good for six bone meals.

Then I was attacked by zombies! I made it back to my house while a baby zombie, creeper, and villager zombie stood outside. I was safe, but they would still be here in the morning.

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Days 109-112

Time passed slowly while I waited for my crops to grow. My hunger was neutralized for the moment, but who knew how long this desert went on? I needed to have a very large stockpile of bread, to prepare for any outcome.

Fortunately, each new mature batch of wheat yielded more seeds, sometimes only enough to replenish the vacant square, but frequently extra seed as well. My field was slowly expanding, and soon I was on a third row!

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Each day the cycle was the same: plant wheat, harvest wheat, plant more seeds, bake bread.

Sometimes I took Lightning for a walk, but there was nothing to see.

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After nine days at Floating Rock, I think I finally had enough wheat. I harvested as much as I could, and didn’t till any more soil. All four rows were full. Now I was storing seed as well as bread, which will come in handy should I ever find myself in this situation again.

Tomorrow I will resume my quest.

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Author’s Note: Thanks for everybody who has commented on these Travelogue posts! I know it’s been far too long since the last post: as you may have gleaned from this post, my journey hit a wall–lack of food–that took me quite a few hours to recover from! Needless to say, things got a little boring for a moment there! But now I’m back on track, and I intend to finish this first season. Only one witch remains! I’m already plotting ideas for Season Two, so keep reading. I appreciate the support. ~Dennis

The Minecraft Travelogue: Floating Rock: Days 101-103

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.

I crossed the Orange Ocean after many weeks, only to enter a barren land of rock and sand.

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

Day 101

I traveled west as much as possible, smoke from last night’s fire carried by the wind into my nostrils. I quickly discovered that this place is quite barren, little plant life. But the water, so plentiful! Maybe it’s all salt water and unsafe to drink.

I soon ran into ocean and had to progress north more than west. The ponds and streams and rivers got in my way, but I was able to traverse most of them with Lightning.

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I found an Enderman, perhaps a hooligan from the night before who assisted in the attack. I was weak, though, and didn’t have much food for recovery. I spared his life, for now. I will hunt this race when I am through with the witches.

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At times the canyon rivers were too deep, so I built small land bridges to cross them. These were nothing compared to the super land bridges I was building just a week ago.

A small land bridge across a canyon river.

Eventually I constructed a small home of sand and cobblestone to stay for the night. No sight of serious monsters yet. Perhaps I was safe for the time being.

Small house made of sand and cobblestone.

Day 102

I continued traveling, not sure what I was looking for. Food? Shelter? Witches? A place to make a home? Other people? Loneliness was creeping in, and I started wondering whether my quest was worth it, whether I should just give up and consider it “good enough.” I’ve already killed five of the seven witches. I’ve done more than my fair share to protect this world. Maybe somebody else will kill the remaining witches.

Maybe they are already dead.

Then I found a pool of fresh lava, still flowing, and I knew that the witches were here as well.

Overlooking a pool of lava.

Day 103

I woke up to the sound of a spider clawing at my sand waystation. So my respite from death only lasted two days.

So be it.

I carefully deconstructed my shelter and hit the spider with a couple arrows. I had to conserve wood, wool, arrows, iron, and weapons. Who knows how long I would be in this desert? Were people even here?

Attacking a spider with arrows from inside the sand shelter.

That threat effectively neutralized, I saddled up and rode on. I was riding up and down these sandy hills when suddenly I leaped over a witch roaming the countryside!

A witch stands on a hill as I prepare my weapns.

The witches are close! I was dangerously low on supplies, but I had to engage her. I demounted Lightning and pulled out my bow. I attacked her several times. I could’ve used arrows entirely, but they were precious.

Attacking the witch with arrows.

I finished her off with my sword, but in the process I was poisoned. The poison quickly flowed through my veins, bringing me to the edge of life. I ate an apple and recovered some strength, but now my food supplies were dangerously low.

Poison saps my health.

I had to keep walking, to find shelter. My midday, I found the perfect place to construct a little homestead. I dubbed it Floating Rock.

Gazing at a large, floating rock.

I’ve seen floating rocks before, but never this size. What was happening to this world? Was this the result of witchcraft? Instead of being scared of that rock, I was comforted. It wasn’t going to fall. If it’s stayed in the air this long, perhaps that rock has a strong will.

I built a decent house, constructed a pen for Lightning, built a workstation, then built a chest for all of my valuables. Before I could continue the journey I needed food, and perhaps lots of it. Who knows when I would find grass again?

A homestead built under Floating Rock.

Now my next task was to find soil. Fortunately I had the foresight to save wheat seed from before. Once I had dirt, I would cultivate the largest wheat field I’ve attempted to date.

The Minecraft Travelogue: The Unfortunate Fire: Day 100

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.

Day 100

My arch was finished. It was time to move on, to continue west. I made it across the vast Orange Ocean, I built this great arch, but my quest has been derailed.

I need to hunt down these witches. Did they make it to this continent as well? Two more witches remain, resurrecting evil by the night.

During the day, I packed my supplies and figured out what I could carry and what I had to leave behind.

It started thundering and lightning, a portent of the night to come. After I encumbered Lightning, I departed, but immediately, found threats!

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My enemies were here! I jumped off Lightning and let her roam while I prepared for battle.

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From my vantage point on top of the arch, I saw more and more monsters approaching. I was surrounded on all sides!

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I climbed down and readied myself. The skeleton archers were furious, so I hopped and dodged more than attacked.

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But the archers brought something I didn’t anticipate: flaming arrows. I dodged an arrow, but at what cost? It struck the arch, and that was the end. The dry wood quickly caught flame, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

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All my work, literally up in flames. I looked across the Orange Ocean one last time, wondering if I made a mistake coming here. But it’s too late to go back now.

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Throughout the battle, I tried to reconnect with Lightning. She was scared, running here and there, sometimes into the fire. I couldn’t watch her, fight my enemies, and put out the fire at the same time.

So I settled for none of those. I was paralyzed with shock.

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And to make matters worse, the Endermen showed up. They stole blocks from my arch, looting it right before my eyes. Their screams mocked me. Someday, I would kill them too. But I was too tired, too hungry, too weak at the moment.

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The fires were dying down. I mounted Lightning and left my home. One tower was completely consumed, the other badly damaged.

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And one final insult. Less than 100 meters away from the arch it was raining. If only the clouds of fortune had blown over my arch!

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So I pointed my nose west and started walking. No more looking back.

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The Minecraft Travelogue: The Completed Gate: Days 95-99

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.

Days 95-96

After recovering from the explosion by the creeper, I settled myself and went back to work.

This will be a gate of triumph. I cannot let the undead tear down the work of mankind.

By midday, I finished the two towers. Now it was time to connect them and make this a true gate.

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By the next day, I finished connecting the towers. The gate looked a little plain, however. I added molding to the base, which was easy. The harder task will be adding molding to the top.

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Not ready to construct scaffolding and work on the top, I took a break to mine some yellow clay from a nearby butte. This yellow clay would make a great building material once I hit the road again. I needed to make best use of my daylight to gather material like this. I will be very low on wood once I finish this gate. I’m not going to be foolish and use all my wood: I don’t know how plentiful trees are in this area. But I obviously cannot carry thousands of blocks with me.

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The yellow clay formed in strips, so I had to eliminate some gray and orange clays to get to it. But I didn’t want to destroy this beautiful land, even if nobody did live out here. So as night fell, I filled in my gaps.

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Days 97-99

Constructing the top molding took a lot longer than I expected. I had to be very careful not to fall off my scaffolding. Fortunately, I was safe. After two days, the molding was finished, and the gate looked much more magnificent.

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Originally I thought the gate would be finished at this point, but I still had plenty of wood left. I realized there was much space on top of the gate, so I decided to add two smaller lookout towers.

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Finally, my gate was completed. Upon examination, it doesn’t seem that impressive. It’s entirely made out of wood, making it susceptible to rot. Who knows how long this will stand before it crumples under its own weight?

But the gate of triumph had a humbleness about it. Maybe it didn’t matter that it wasn’t a permanent structure. Hopefully some wayward traveler would cross the Orange Ocean and be filled with just a little bit of joy.

At the very least, the gate is a reminder to future travelers that somebody was here, that somebody made it across the ocean.

And a new life could begin.

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Tomorrow will be Day 100. One hundred days since I found myself in this world and began my travels west. It’s quite the milestone, and I think it’s time to move on. It’s taken me weeks to get across the ocean and find this new land. I’ve only so far explored the shore.

Time to get moving.

The Minecraft Travelogue: Land Ho: Days 92-94

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.

Day 92

My packs fully stocked with chords of wood, I continued building the land bridge west.

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To my great surprise, land was only 200 meters away! I had spent over a week preparing for this next leg of the journey, and a new continent was there all along.

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Upon reaching the shores, I realized this was no barren tropical island trapped in the middle of the Orange Ocean. This was indeed a significant land mass. I’ve never seen land like this before. The oranges and yellows and browns were a welcome change of scenery. I couldn’t wait to leave this ocean behind.

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What do they call this land? Does anybody even live here? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out! I forgot all about my horse and my bridge and wandered aimlessly throughout the afternoon.

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Sand was everywhere, and the buttes were made of hardened, sun-baked clay. Not much appeared to grow here. Was this a bad place? Perhaps they call it the Bad Lands.

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There was a quiet beauty, though, to all this stillness. I could get used to this place.

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Night was falling fast, and I needed to get back to Lightning. I turned around and went east again, toward my land bridge, when suddenly, monsters appeared!

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So witches were here, causing trouble! I had to dispose of this evil as soon as I could.

I ran. I didn’t want to engage with any mobs tonight.

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On my way back to the bridge, I found more floating rocks, the biggest ones I’ve seen yet on my journey. What was happening to this world?

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Day 93

The next day, I brought Lightning to the Bad Lands, along with all my gear. I built a little pen for her. She seemed content with this place, though the sand made her steps uneasy.

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I built myself a house with an overhang to protect from the sun. I had all of this extra material I’d harvested. Tiny Island was created specifically for the production of wood. What was I going to do with all of this wood now? I needed to find some project, so I planned to stay on the shore for some time until I exhausted my material.

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And then it came to me: a triumph gate! I would build a massive gate to greet anybody who happened to find their way onto my land bridge. People could seek protection inside the gate. And the gate would be so tall that people could see it from miles away!

That’s my project.

I laid a foundation and began building skyward.

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A skeleton hid below, but I was too high for him to attack. I paid him no mind. I worked long into the night, completely absorbed by my new task.

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Day 94

As the sun rose, I exited the first tower only to find a creeper staring me in the face. He’d sneaked up in the night and exploded before I could react, right on top of my chest of wood. I may have lost some material in the process; I don’t know. Hopefully I have enough wood to finish this project. Otherwise, this will be a monument to hubris, not perseverance. How foolish was I to start building something so massive while assuming I’d be able to complete it! And that this land was safe!

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It certainly is not.

You know what they say about the man who builds upon the sand.