The morning, however? Lots of mishap.
The trouble started with a dangerous bit of overconfidence on my part. You see, I had been spending a bit of time messing about with terrain generation in Minecraft (BiomeTerrainMod woo!), and since my goal was mainly to see how the terrain had come out, I consequently spent time exploring the newly-generated worlds with the difficulty set on "easy". Yes, you're right. It made me soft.
Result: The urge suddenly took me to do another leg of my journey northward in search of the fabled Pegasus, and to do the journey right away. I knew I should wait to restart my computer since it had been lagging quite a bit, and maybe do a practice day in some non-essential saved game just to remember what caution feels like. But, although it had been more than a week since my last leg of the journey, I found that I didn't want to start on the journey after rebooting and practicing - I wanted to start now.
I started up Minecraft. I started the save game. I appeared in the cave with Boxter. Hello, Boxter, yes, yes, and look, it's morning, so I'll just break away a bit of the ceiling so I can exit the cave - hmm, I faintly remember that roaring sound from somewhere. Ah, yes, a lion. Hello, lion, and let's see, I'll just get out my bow and - oops, not a cobblestone block, a bow, and - oops, fumble fumble AAAAA
The lion jumped at me, and, as I fumbled for my sword, killed me in a few swift bites.
I only got one picture during the pitifully brief battle:
I decided this day didn't count. I blamed lag, I blamed my own unpreparedness, but in the end I really just didn't want it to be over already. I restored from the backup that I had made approximately a minute earlier.
Hello, Boxter. Strange, um, dream just now, eh?
I in turn had begun to fully realize the magnitude of my own lack of skill, and to become worried about the depleted state of my supplies, and of my armor. I had maybe two porkchops left. An empty bowl that used to contain mushroom stew. A pair of metal shoes, and a dented metal hat. And about fifty zillion blocks of cobblestone.
I decided to take a day to resupply. I gave Boxter a haystack to keep him calm and content throughout the day and most importantly to keep him from investigating the ceiling too closely (the last haystack had worn off when I opened my game, even though I hadn't ridden him).
Boxter settled down to recite six-digit primes or whatever it is he does all day, and I crept, very cautiously this time, to the entrance and began to clear my way out.
There was nothing outside. I carefully bricked up the entrance to the cave (no posh windows this time, Boxter, apologies) and marked it with a cobblestone pillar.
I killed a pig.
|Evilevil boars. They bite back. Tisnae natural, I tell ye!|
I killed another pig.
|That's the other entrance to the cave, the one that Boxter found yesterday.|
|Muahahaaa you cannot escape so easily|
At one point I did a panicked double-take, upon catching sight of this:
Closer inspection revealed that it was in fact an unrelated dark brown horse. I stood watching the horse for a while, hoping to see it do something wise or profound or helpful.
|Note the lack of frantic concern over creepers and spooky cows, or the need to pursue a rather-illogical single-minded northward quest.|
I resumed killing things.
For example, this lion, which I saw at a distance and promptly filled full of arrows because I am afraid of lions now.
Finally I ran not out of things to kill, but out of daylight, and retreated (after a few moments' panic when I was convinced I'd lost track of the cave after all) to safety for the night.