I decide, on a wild impulse, to just wander into the desert. Surely there will be water there, somewhere?
My throat is dry. Parched. I can barely breathe without being in pain. Where is the moisture?! Where?!
All there is is mountains and desert and more mountains...
The only sounds I hear are the shufflings of my feet on the sand and occasional explosions in the distance. They worried me at first, but they don't seem directed at me. Who cares about them?
Hold on... What's this?
I wonder what's inside it...
I've stopped wondering. I know what's inside it and that is my inevitable death. Then again... Maybe it has water...
No! No! Anywhere but in there.
At around midday, I thought I'd spotted some trees. I was EXCITED! Finally, trees meant water!
But no... It was just more mountains.
The pyramid had shaken me up a bit, so I decided to gather up the only weapon I had in abundance: Sand. Unfortunately, that plan did not go quite as expected.
This place has strange rules. I cannot pick up a handful of sand, merely sand blocks. BLOCKS of sand which I can then place as blocks again to make blocks and blocks for the blocks and....
AHHH! What's wrong with this place?! It's just stupid!
I need to get out of here as soon as I can. Straight away preferably.
Taking a look back to make sure that was the way we came from (I'm still not certain, everything here looks exactly the same, I'm lost), I carry on.
I'd barely got a few meters before the sun began to set. I used my new sandblock skills to build a primitive den for myself. Who knew what wandered these deserts during the night?
I could see the sky through the top of the den. It was truly beautiful. I've never seen so many stars. It almost made me forget my thirst for awhile.
But I had to seal it up. I couldn't do it with sand. The sand kept falling down onto my head. I almost suffocated when I tried to put two blocks down at once. Maybe that would be a quick way out... Later...
I was playing with the sand when I, as if by magic, formed it into a block of sandstone. Maybe I'm asleep! That would explain it! All this oddity! Maybe I need to find a bed and go to sleep and everything would be fixed! Or maybe I'm actually a wizard. I can't remember what life was like before, but I'm certain it was far different to this.
I quickly patched up the top of the hole of my den, and fell into a deep slumber.
At least, I did before I heard the noises. Growling, grunting, shuffling on the sand. All coming from right outside, as if they knew where I was and were just trying to work out a way to get in. Nothing has terrified me more than this. The fact that I could die here, trapped in a desert, thirsty, hungry and being torn apart by the ravenous monsters outside.
They stopped, eventually, and I dug out my den to see the rays of light coming through. They must only be there during the night.
And then there was one standing there.
I got away. At least, I think I did. I'm not dead.
I don't know how long I walked for, how many miles or how many days, but I eventually found water. My tongue had swollen in my mouth, choking me even more than sand ever could. My eyes were dry, devoid of moisture. I felt like a corpse that had been baked in the desert for far too long.
And then there were trees.
Even better, it came with meals on wheels!
I drank up as much as I could before I felt bloated (it still didn't alleviate my thirst, so damn thirsty...) and sat down. I wondered what my next move was. I should stay by this oasis, I think, at least for a little while to get myself set up.
There was a nearby mountain, too.
But, should I settle on the mountain, in the mountain or by the oasis? That's the real question.
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