Been playing for the past few days. As I trudge along, delving deeper into the earth's crust in search of ever more rare materials, I find myself writing little snippets. A journal, if you will, of what it must be like for this one man in a world full of monsters and cows. It helps to pass the time between crafting and cooking large blocks of materials.
"I have gathered everything. Several of these dark stones, this obsidian, sits clattering in my bags, weighty with promise. The old books told of a shortcut, a dimension far removed from time and space, running on euclidean geometry. Tonight I will burn the oak sitting atop my tower, and then I will build this gate and venture into the unknown--into this 'Nether'..."