I went out a-walking and, this being Minecraft, saw the following:
Oh, I forgot: I made this cave house and lined it with Andesite. I tamed a horse and dressed it in some diamond armor I found in a cavern. What should I name it?
ANYWAY, I went wandering amongst the ice spikes.
Well, it’s a dungeon.
Sometimes there’s a zombie villager in one of those cells. Which is why I would never actually live in an igloo, no matter how cozy the furnishings or how cool it is to have my very own hatch; the igloos I’ve found are all close to a village. If you’ve ever played Minecraft, you know how dead annoying those villagers can be. They just wander around going, “Eh. Eh-eh.” Creepy.
The dungeons have chests in them, generally filled with apples and golden apples (most useful for taming horses!). And — don’t ask me why — rotten flesh. Yes, I said rotten flesh. I don’t know if you’re supposed to feed that to the zombie villager or what. Don’t know, don’t care, ain’t touching it.
Although I hate to mention it directly after the preceding paragraph, I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a gluten-free pizza I made just for the hell of it that was most delicious.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a village.
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