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.
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.
I hoed the ground, and planted all of my seeds on a hope, and by day’s end they were growing.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I waited. And waited. I grew delirious under the hot desert sun. When would these crops grow? Was the sun too hot for them?
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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