No, I mean me. Well, the spooky isn’t me, the dead is me. Again.
Here’s the spooky. I was wandering around the jungle at night, ’cause that’s how I roll. And I stumbled across this.
That’s a jungle temple, that is.
Naturally, being all Indiana Jones and stuff, I went in.
Steps up to an empty space that only exists to give a roof to where the stairs are. Bo-ring. But steps down to this.
Hmmm. A corridor. What could that small opening, half-hidden behind those vines, possibly be? And what could this thing, tucked away in a niche where I’ll have to pass it, possibly be?
Oops! Check out the red line, which is not, sadly, blood, but Redstone, which is used to make circuits.
Oh, dear, I’ve stepped into a deadly trap. Ping, ping, go the arrows, aimed right at my heart. Too bad I’m dressed from head to toe in iron armor, and your arrows can’t pierce it, Evil Genius Who Set The Trap! ~cue the theme music~ Daa da da-daaaa, daa da daaa….
Yup. Just scored me some free arrows. And the chest over there against the wall was packed with bones, golden apples, and the ever-popular rotten flesh.
So, yeah, I survived that adventure. Then I went mining. I got masses of gold and diamonds and even an emerald. Then I put down the game and went to check on what the weatherman was saying about possible severe storms, and I came back to the announcement that I had tried to swim in lava and was dead.
Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls: never let real life interfere with your gaming.
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a soup which was also somewhat disappointing.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a bitter irony.