WOTW server survival

Day 3: New friends and how not to go Nethering

I have a 'unique' way of playing survival. I harness the incredible ability to, no matter how hard anyone tries to stop me, no matter how many precautions are in place, no matter how much stuff I have I always manage to die. 

It was an above average day on the wotw server, meaning more then 2 people were playing. One mr Melon face as I called him in my head was approaching my cliff side pod. I had recently started a plan to become rich on the server whilst not many of the main factions were doing anything (CIS, illusion corp, etc.) -I had even left a sign outside Tea Daleks base that I don't think is gone yet- so please forget everything you learnt in drama class because you can't imagine my surprise when Mr Melon money trousers hands me my life savings as a peace offering. I had some work to do. 

Yet Mr melon faction face had his own town, a good wile from my base. I can't remember its name but hopefully he will join the wotw UN soon. Naturally, feeling down that the cake I made for admin Wyld had been blown up, I wanted to visit. Like a flash of light I equipped golden leggings and iron armour, and went down into my secret base. This I hope to discus soon in a later article. Mr Melon snoop sandwich had left me some signs there, he had given me his dog saying he couldn't look after it. And a netherite got! For looking after a dog! After a brief case of having a heart attack Mr melon fancy face was back- and we set off through my nether portal to go to his base, and oh boy I was not ready.

He had left a trail of cobble to his base and we began to follow it, traversing the cataclysms and tombs of netherrack. Then I noticed Mr melon metal body had no gold armour, a key thing if you don't want piglins on your tale. But when I enquired, he simply looked me dead in the eyes, and said:
"I don't need it."
Before pulling out a rocket launcher. I was dealing with someone on another level to me. 

The sounds of footprints echoed of the netherack and skimmed across the lakes of boiling and bubbling lava as we entered the crimson forrest, pigeons gargled and mr Melon agile ankles jumped down and sliced some, then he chopped some, then he blended some, before adding a delicious greek seasoning and lamb source. I helped too, they were surely driven into terror by my crazy sword swinging, even if they ran so fast I didn't hit any of them. And just like that we were slaughters, cutting down innocent pigmentations who had no quarrel with me at least. But on a server run by Reddash that's acceptable.

We then tracked across a ramshackle bridge into a biome that still sends shivers down my spine like a snake down a slope: the basalt delta. My first corse of action was to trip over smash my face on some rocks and burn alive. Yeah, I'm not good at this. Sadly I died, by I lived and came back. I was wearing my Victorian army man skin for crying outloud! I could do this. For queen and country! Tally h-ho-oh no. Mr Melon lava lad had fallen into lava whilst battling magma cubes. He quickly managed to escape like the pro he was.

Soon we were out of that hell hole and after an um *incident* with an Enderman we had arrived at his town. It had more holes in it then the final lore, but it was clearly a work in progress. Overall it had a lot of potential. 6/10 needs work, pies are ok but too much salt and the ground is a trip hazard.  Then he asked me a question that made me shuffle in my seat. 
'Hey wanna help me get blaze rods'
I gulped, it was a terrible Idea, I was clearly not prepared for the nether. Hadn't he gathered that? I had died so many times and was clearly way underpowered compared to him. If I even attempted to go it would be like signing my own death warrant.

So naturally I said yes.

With that I set my spawn at his base and entered the nether for the second time. And now is where I realize I'm not gonna eb able to fit this into 1 article so either to be continued next Thursday or if I ever need to cover for someone I have material. So until the second part of my adventure goodbye, goodnight and don't go nethering. Just don't.