Steve's Diary, Skyblock

I'm Steve. This is an account of my progress in Skyblock survival. (This blog will be updated periodically when something interesting happens in Skyblock and I find the right words to describe it.)

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Steve's Diary, Skyblock, day 330

The completion of the mob system marks a new day, a prosperous, strong, and altogether more bloody day. 

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Steve's Diary, Skyblock, day 315

Spent six hours mindlessly grinding cobblestone mere inches from blistering hot lava that threatened to burn my skin to a crisp without need of even touching it. Every third block mined burned up into the lava, and my efforts were almost entirely futile, and there's only a stack of cobblestone to show for it.

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Steve's Diary, Skyblock, day 320

Spent the morning fashioning a fishing rod out of sticks and weaving a fishing line out of delicate spider silk in an attempt to acquire some food to sustain myself just a little bit longer. I'm not sure how fishing in a 2x2x1 pool will work, but it's worth a shot.

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Steve's Diary, Skyblock, day 312

The abyss of the void looms below me in an omnipotent, black presence that refuses to let me rest. A glimpse over the edge of my island reveals the dizzying, never-ending darkness that threatens to consume us all. I try not to look down.

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Steve's Diary, Skyblock, day 300

After a week on a diet of nothing but old, festered, rotting flesh peeled from the bones of a slaughtered zombie, I finally grew enough wheat to bake bread.