Well, I don't have any screen shots to go along with this or anything, but this is just an important announcement. I have a backlog of screen shots to write about now, so don't worry, plenty of material will be coming out. Now, I was at the bottom of the ravine mining obsidian when, out of nowhere, I hear the sound of crunching bones and a squeal only recognizable as a pig's. Our friend, the pig, who I had come to know as the owner of the cave, is now dead. My heart sank when it had happened, as I had seen him only moments before, and countless other times going to and from the cave. Let us take a moment to remember the cave pig, and bow our heads in silence as we remember his squiggly little tail and joyful oink. I intent to dedicate a monument to the little fella sometime in this world. But anyways, I have work to do!