Alright. I've got about as much done as I'm probably going to, so I'm going to post this up here for the next person to take over. I think It's LTK's turn. Link is at the bottom of my post, here we go:
Unknown Settler's JournalArrivalBah. I’m far too old for this nonsense. Yet here I am, gazing out over another gods-forsaken wilderness with nothing but my worn hands and a small, empty pack. They told me this place is to be the site of a new Utopia, tamed and shaped to the will of man. Looks like a bunch of sand and dirt to me.
Day 1Godsdamned desert. I hate the desert. The dry air, nothing but sand and cactuses. Man wasn’t meant to live in this wasteland. I set off from the Place of Arrival to find a more livable locale. Coming to a giant bay, I waded in and swam across. Might as well get my feet wet, heh. The environment is more comfortable over here, more green. There’s even these odd chutes growing out of the water’s edge. Never seen nothing like that before. Sun’s going down now, though it’s hard to tell with my hazy eyes. Wish I could find a cave of some sort, always been more comfortable underground. Under the earth a man can make a real home for his’self. Oh well, suppose I’ll camp here for the night.
Day 2Gods help me! I took the tales of monsters in this land to be mere superstition. But they came for me last night. Giant spiders, moaning things that followed wherever I went. I climbed a tree at first but my damned ankle gave and I fell out. They woulda had me if it hadn’t been for that dirt I dug up earlier. I managed to build a stairway out of their reach and cut it off behind me. Today I’m finding me a nice, safe cave.
Day 3Managed to find a cave, and not a moment too soon. I could hear the moaning beginning even as I walled off the main chamber with the last of my dirt. This place is no mansion, but I suppose it’s home for now. I brought some wood with me, so I can at least get some work done in here tonight.
Day 6Hah! I didn’t notice when I first crawled into here to hide, but I’ve got my own private lake! I’ve cleared out a nice porch area in front of my door, as well as erected a wall over the door. That’ll stop those accursed spiders from dropping on me when I walk outside *shudders* Once was enough. If that wasn’t bad enough, they lured me into an ambush in the sandpit outside! I had thought these were just dumb beasts, but perhaps I’ll have to be more careful in the future. If I hadn’t heard that telltale hissing behind me I would have been blown to smithereens.
Day 10Praise the gods I’ve struck Iron Ore! And practically right in my pantry! I walled up that chamber when I first hid out in here for safety. Who would have thought there would be FOUR veins of iron in there?? Maybe there is hope for this place after all.
Day 12I’ve turned my attention to the task that was set for me: to prepare this place for those who will come after. To that end, I placed a giant arrow at the water’s edge to direct others to my home. Hopefully it is large enough to be seen from across the bay, though my old eyes aren’t up to the task. I’ve also left a trail of stone leading through the forest to my doorstep. In my nighttime hours I’ve been digging downward. I’ve always found stair-building to be a peaceful pastime, and this may well be my masterpiece. Whoever comes after will find no shortage of stone.
Day 18I’ve completed a series of beacons to lead travelers across the bay, though I almost drowned sinking the pilings. I also started on a shelter and supply cache on the edge of the desert, so that travelers won’t have to make the trek unarmed. In hindsight, it may be further from the Place of Arrival than I intended…
Day 19Well, the Outpost, as I have humbly named this shelter, has seen its first use. I let the time get away from me and find myself stuck out here for the night. I have however taken the opportunity to add a workbench and some windows, plus stairs to the top of the wall. The place is sturdy enough, and I even happened upon the ingenious idea of knocking small gaps in the wall and dispatching the hissing monsters crowding outside. Got myself some grey powder, perhaps it will prove useful for someone more alchemically minded.
Day 21Left a boat at the edge of the bay so that travelers won’t have to wear themselves out swimming across. Gods know I’m tired of it.
Day 25The Stairway to the Deep is beginning to unsettle me. I’ve never dug so far without encountering a natural cavern. And I hear noises down there… Maybe I really am getting too old for this.
Day 26Got tired of being trapped inside when those thrice-darned sun-immune buggers were hovering outside. Took the liberty of expanding the window at the end of the Iron Cave into a second exit. Not sure how comfortable I am with the roof being partly made of leaves from a nearby tree, but I just don’t have the strength to do more. Also, I’ve already found a few cows in there. No clue how they keep getting inside.
Day 30Tonight I went out to the Outpost as twilight fell. Perhaps the gods of this land smiled on me, for my clouded eyes could see clearer than usual. Gazing off across the bay, I saw my line of beacons, even stretching all the way to the Dirt Stair. I saw the land as I had not seen it before; a land of untapped potential. How did I not see before the clear mountain pools, the great cliff faces, all ready to be molded and sculpted by an artist’s hand? For the first time, I am saddened at the thought of leaving this place. There is so much left to do. Yet it is not for my hand. I have simply prepared the way for those who come after.
In these last few days I have worried. Have I marked the way clear enough? Is the path too long, to difficult to follow? I am no architect, and my shelters are no works of art. But my time here is drawing to a close. I can feel it growing nearer. All I can do is pray that those who come after me can see this place as I have, and understand its beauty.
Day 31I broke down the sand wall into the pit next door. Used a whole heap of glass to turn it into a real entrance, watched the sun go down through the glass. I suspect this will be the last task I complete in this place. I am peace with it.
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The .rar file has the world save folder, as well as a few screenshots and a pic from mcmap after the work I've done. If anyone wants it, I also have a save folder of this world untouched.
QC Minecraft.rar
http://www.mediafira.com/?a7etvajvdmm28tc
So apparently now whenever you type in the real name of that website OR use the exclamation mark trick the forums changes it to "M/F"? Which kills the link... In this case, change the "fira" to "fire"