The world I spawned in was very forgiving. Tons of trees and a good few cows left me confident I'd survive longer than an hour, plus this was one of the biggest islands I'd started on. I could do well here. Shelter was speedily put up along the coastline and I started a small farm. A few days passed and I felt I might actually prosper for once. The exploratory tunnels I'd dug yielded some iron and lots of coal in sprawling caves that I had broken into. I got iron tools and some armour, had started making cakes and bread and with my home facing the ocean I figured having a room that faced out into the ocean depths would be nice, and somewhat relaxing. Building it was somewhat stressful, with a few moments where I got close to drowning, but when it was done I had a wonderful view of all the monsters that crawled above me. I planned to split the ocean facing glass room into two levels, the bottom holding a brick lined lava pit that I hoped to surround with water, the upper would hold chests with everything I owned. I was looking forward to building it, but first I needed to mine.
I spent days in the depths of some mines, hoping to strike lucky when I happened upon some diamond. Knowing that diamond is often surrounded by lava I gingerly mined the area around the diamond, with a clear exit just in case, and sure enough there was lava. A massive pool I later found to join with a couple of others, keeping a flow of lava pretty consistent, bucketing the lava out of the pool was pointless. I blocked off as much as I possibly could and mined the diamonds I could. But as always, when it comes to diamonds, I get greedy. Strip mining in the area would prove to be nearly fatal. Stumbling along another pool I noticed some redstone across the way, and usually ores are quite close together, so I nimbly edged my way across the pool and made it to the blocks of red. It was while I was mining that I misstep and landed into the lava. Jumping out and running as fast as I could, I don't know why- I had no water and it did nothing to help, all I could do was I watch helplessly as my lifebar slowly depleted. I was dying.
At my final heart, the fire stopped. My food bar was too low for me to start healing naturally so I headed back to base to replenish and maybe sleep through a night. Diamond greed returning, I ventured back into the depths. My run ins with lava this time where not as damaging, it was just as frightening, especially when they were at face height. Returning to base with a modest stack of gems, I decided to dedicate my future to a life of farming.
However I noticed I was too low on clay to make enough bricks for the lava pool I wanted in the bottom floor in my house. So my first point of order was to scout my island, and see what treasures there may be out there. All that I really found was a number of creepers and a few skeletons. Running out of options I went to the ocean in front of my house, knowing I'd seen some clay there. Wading into the ocean I took a deep breath and descended. Luck let me find a small deposit of clay not too far off the coast, so I started digging. I'd only broken two blocks when the first stab of pain hit me from a lack of air. I pushed myself towards the surface, each painful stab slowing me enough to keep me from the surface. My vision blurred red, and I was greeted into my afterlife with the words, "You cannot respawn in Hardcore mode. Delete world."
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