Tried writing a diary post from the POV of Steve through my playthrough of my first real Hardcore map, in the style of the NPC Diaries of Skyrim published on PC Gamer. Go easy on me.
Day 1: I must have gotten really drunk last night. I woke up in the middle of the desert, nothing in my bag, and wearing the same clothes I was wearing the night before. But that's what happens after spending a month on a trip building houses for the needy without any alcohol... and then coming back on your 24th birthday. Despite the short term amnesia, I had to find a way back home.
I knew nothing of where I was and couldn't find any type of tracks in the sand explaining how I got to what would become my new home. Though I didn't know it as i started my journey, i didn't have much time. I thought back to the training i had in Boy Scouts and the basic tips I had learned through reading survival books on my back packing trips, and started looking for water. Seeing nothing but sand in every direction I decided to walk west, with the sun, so I had a definite direction to look back to. Hours passed. I tried using a cactus for food and water to no avail. Finally, soaked with sweat and through the dust and drear of a half days walk in the heat, I spotted a town... I started running. I didn't get much further than a few feet until the pain of hunger really set in. Even though i felt as if i was pushing myself to death i kept running and quickly reached the small town. Thank Notch it wasn't a mirage. I rushed past the buildings and grabbed at the first plant in their farm neglecting the locals completely and sunk my teeth into a fresh carrot, not even bothering to wash it off first. After two or three of these carrots I finally took notice of the staring eyes and confused whispers around me.
I couldn't understand anything that was being said! Where was I? I spoke to a few and got nothing but them shoving goods at me and demanding emeralds. I wanted to go home, get in bed, get over this hangover, but it was starting to get dark, and knew i needed to stay the night. I finally managed to convey that I needed to spend the night and a village in white robes opened his door to me and seemingly invited me in. I'm not sure how I was able to understand but he seemed to invite me to stay for as long as I needed as long as I pitched in.
After a confusing hour or so with the bizarre group of villagers, I decided I wanted to walk over to the neighboring stream to wash up(a welcome sight after the hours of desert previously). A clean body was the only way i was going to get through sleeping on the floor of the strong but humbly made sandstone huts. As i made my way to the stream, barely after the sun started going down, my new roommate started yelling loudly at me and kept closing the door as i tried to leave. I finally pushed my way through to a barren city center which had been bustling with life not one hour ago, before sunset. I walked just outside of the town and stepped into the stream underneath a towering trees long reaching cover where I closed my eyes to think. Cows grunted as they settled down for rest. Sheep bleated at each other, trying to grab the last piece of grass. I slipped further into my mind reminiscing of my bed at home which I hadn't seen in a month. Thoughts of the lack of technology in this strange town trickled through my mind while I was whisked into a light sleep until I heard a distinct Sssssssssss....
Day 1:
I must have gotten really drunk last night. I woke up in the middle of the desert, nothing in my bag, and wearing the same clothes I was wearing the night before. But that's what happens after spending a month on a trip building houses for the needy without any alcohol... and then coming back on your 24th birthday. Despite the short term amnesia, I had to find a way back home.
I knew nothing of where I was and couldn't find any type of tracks in the sand explaining how I got to what would become my new home. Though I didn't know it as i started my journey, i didn't have much time. I thought back to the training i had in Boy Scouts and the basic tips I had learned through reading survival books on my back packing trips, and started looking for water. Seeing nothing but sand in every direction I decided to walk west, with the sun, so I had a definite direction to look back to. Hours passed. I tried using a cactus for food and water to no avail. Finally, soaked with sweat and through the dust and drear of a half days walk in the heat, I spotted a town... I started running. I didn't get much further than a few feet until the pain of hunger really set in. Even though i felt as if i was pushing myself to death i kept running and quickly reached the small town. Thank Notch it wasn't a mirage. I rushed past the buildings and grabbed at the first plant in their farm neglecting the locals completely and sunk my teeth into a fresh carrot, not even bothering to wash it off first. After two or three of these carrots I finally took notice of the staring eyes and confused whispers around me.
I couldn't understand anything that was being said! Where was I? I spoke to a few and got nothing but them shoving goods at me and demanding emeralds. I wanted to go home, get in bed, get over this hangover, but it was starting to get dark, and knew i needed to stay the night. I finally managed to convey that I needed to spend the night and a village in white robes opened his door to me and seemingly invited me in. I'm not sure how I was able to understand but he seemed to invite me to stay for as long as I needed as long as I pitched in.
After a confusing hour or so with the bizarre group of villagers, I decided I wanted to walk over to the neighboring stream to wash up(a welcome sight after the hours of desert previously). A clean body was the only way i was going to get through sleeping on the floor of the strong but humbly made sandstone huts. As i made my way to the stream, barely after the sun started going down, my new roommate started yelling loudly at me and kept closing the door as i tried to leave. I finally pushed my way through to a barren city center which had been bustling with life not one hour ago, before sunset. I walked just outside of the town and stepped into the stream underneath a towering trees long reaching cover where I closed my eyes to think. Cows grunted as they settled down for rest. Sheep bleated at each other, trying to grab the last piece of grass. I slipped further into my mind reminiscing of my bed at home which I hadn't seen in a month. Thoughts of the lack of technology in this strange town trickled through my mind while I was whisked into a light sleep until I heard a distinct Sssssssssss....