There was once a tale of a promised land, where waterfalls flowed and trees grew, where pigs were prominent and cows as well, where the grass was green and the leaves were square. It is said that to get to this promised land, you must follow where the sun and moon rise, and after many days you will find the promised land. So come with me and help me find the promised land within each level then tell me, and tell everyone our quest id for the greater good and once you have found it give it to the world.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
I grew weary of the oppressive weight of the earth above me and the dark musty tunnels carved into the earth; it was then I decided to go on a walkabout and see the wonders of this strange new world I live in. I say world because there can be no place on Earth like this.
I decided to follow the path of the clouds and traveled for many days. The sheer size and variety of this land always manages to amaze me. The dry deserts bordered by lush forests, the towering mountains and plateaus... I even encountered an island FLOATING in the sky! (It's as if the laws of physics are only suggestions here.) But in the many days I walked I found no other signs of those who brought me here, or of any other people at all, even prisoners like myself. Only the foul creatures that dwell in the dark places give me company in this beautiful hell.
I write this journal from the safety of my hard earned home. After several days my courage and my will waned. I grew weary of sleeping in holes in the ground each night listening to the groans of zombies and the clattering of skeletons until the break of day. By my wits alone I managed to find my way back home (is it home now? Have I been here that long already?)
I miss my family and I do hope that my wife and children are safe and I still hope to one day see them again. I had hoped if I traveled far enough I would find a way out or perhaps, even, a sign of my captors. All I found, in a weathered cavern that did not appear to be natural in origin, was a lone piece of parchment. On it was a drawing or schematic with writing in a language I do not recognize. But I believe it's a design for some kind of portal. Perhaps the creator of it was a prisoner like myself and found his way home? I can only hope. For now I must go back down into the mines. I believe the dark mineral the schematic requires is Obsidian and I have only found it in the deepest, and most, dangerous places I dare to tread....