It's eerily silent, the town, it's deserted, no other villager dares to rouse from their deep slumber. Only the sounds of a Baby Zombie penetrates the noon day air... Wait Zombies, out in the daylight? What in the sweet furry embrace of Luna is going on!

Why is the pumpkin floating over it's head? What sorcery is this! Has the filthy thief turned to the dark magics, or is it something more sinister...
What ever it is, it's someone else's problem, I have the deep dark hole to explore... onwards to victory, for LANBoxia!

Err... Maybe not... The corruption is too deep, the whole world is crazy...

But what shall I do, shall I just sit here and relax, and receive calls for Job interviews? No, I shall move to redder pastures... I shall invade THE NETHER!
ONWARDS! Too the... Lavender sparkly thing... Twilight Portal?... Never-mind what it's called, someone else can name it. ONWARDS!

It's a tad bit toasty. And the Sentinels are giving me funny looks...
But it looks like the corruption hasn't spread across the event horizon... This is a good sign, it means that all is well... to Tartarus standards.


There seems to be small luminescent blocks suspended from the ceiling... I wonder how those will look inside my roof providing I can get to them. From this far, it looks like they are brighter than torches! The wonders of chaos and discord!
But I must be careful... there are a lot of long falls, and lava around...

Hopefully my Sphincter ani externus will relax, I hope to use it later...

Oh, no... no... NO! This can't be! The trail of torches were directly behind me... Where did they go! Without them... I'm lost. and those floating Cephalopods, one day their fire will reach me... and that day won't be far now. I must run... run as fast as I can! And get back. I MUST GET BACK! I MUST FIND A WAY BACK. This can't be happening. This definitely CANNOT BE HAPPENING!

I'm trapped... in this small cave, with very little between me and them... It's over. I'm a Dead Man, I'm on my last loaf of bread, and my last heart. It's been a short run, I wish there was more time. I wish I could have done more. I'm sorry guys, I failed you. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to help you guys build your epic creations. I'm sorry that I managed to screw up this badly.
To the person who finds this journal, please take it and put it in a library, so at least I will be remembered, sure as a colossal fuck up. That's the only thing I fear, being forgotten. Dying alone is only par for the course, I was born alone, lived alone, and now die alone.

All Hail the venerable Blaknite! His lordship Avarice, in all his power, and might, he sent the mighty adventurer Furcas to act as a landing point for his mystical teleporting spell. And after he used the spell in the correct order, to save both our asses. I rapidly noped it out of there...

And you know, it does look nice hanging from my roof!! Totally worth it!


And I even had enough time, to install a Garbage bin outside! It goes from my storage room to the curb.
This article is a part of the LANBoxia collection.