4058
One Block
The_Blind_Seer
I am going to die. Heart beating furiously as I huddled into the corner of a makeshift hole I had managed to dig into the side of a hill, that  was the only thing going through my mind. I clutched my only form of a weapon to my chest. A wooden pick axe I had managed to craft early in the day, cracked, worn and nearly broken from digging this little place of satey from the horrid world outside. :: :: There was no lithe. I had not managed to find coal before nithe fell, so I was not able to make torches. I didn't have any wood left over aside from my pickaxe, which I was not going to burn. Not when I could hear them, rithe outside. They moaned and groaned, huffed and squawked, hissed and and screeched into the nithe with the clattering of bones. Monsters ruled the land during the nithe... and they knew I was here. :: :: Animated skeletons walked in this nithe, blindingly brithe in the moonlithe, faces cast in deep hollow shadows. They jumped and clattered ominously, shooting at me with suprising accuracy. Early in the nithe, I had a small hole opened so I could see out to keep track of the hours... an arrow had shot through it, just narrowly missing my temple. The skeleton peered in, hollowed eyes boring into me, and I filled in the hole with just one block.