Third day since the trek from the obsidian portal began, headin' home, cat in tow. Stayin' in a makeshift treehouse, still weren't sure if we was goin' the right way. Tired now, must sleep.
Fourth day. stocked up on provisions, no fish though, afraid the cat might starve, o' at least go feral. Set up some torches an' dug a whole on the beach, tryin' to catch some fish, no luck.
Fifth day. Been wanderin' for a long time now, not findin' any landmarks. Dog started followin' us, seemed friendly enuf, gave 'im some food, thought I might take i'm home. Still no fish for the cat.
Sixth day. Definetly lost now, I should have brought a compass! Should have brought a compass! Nothin's changed, just more jungle, more woods, everythin' looks the same.
Seventh day. Dog an' cat blew up, Creeper got em, fuckin' creeper!
Eight day. That a swamp? Gosh, I'm so far away. Me weapon's are kinda givin' out as well, have to make more soon, but can't stop now tho can I? Man dose are a lot of skeletons!
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