What I Know
I wake up in a stone prison
My life is work and no play
Constantly digging to find that special jewel
I arm myself in iron so I can protect the kingdom I once owned
Soft Music plays softly through my mind as my heart races across the kingdom
I descend on wooden ladders to bottom of the world
I search tirelessly to only find stone of power, gold, and iron
But none of these can compare to the one I hold so dear.
The one I seek, and the one who calls my name in the cold bitter night
My companions follow close as I hunt through the night
The undead has surrounded me
I have little time
I fall only to wake in my prison
My companions fell as I did
I am alone
I woke to nothing
I must start over
I begin a garden full of wheat and watermelon
I soon heard cattle and boar in the barn
I fend off evil spirits during the night
Skeletons, spiders, and the walking dead surround my base
There is nothing I can do but wait till dawn
I am alone
I soon hear something calling to me
Who but mostly what is calling
But the true question lays here
Is it a chicken or a duck
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