Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-33281568-20171006021138/@comment-32659957-20171010040025

Lots of progress. So far, the differences Survival had posed didn't hold me back from building some awesome stuff. Only an hour in, and I already had a mansion started up. I was placing it in the middle of the forest, with a path of torches leading up to it so I don't lose it.

Death, I feared the most. Suddenly, every monster who seemed harmless in creative, grew into creatures of the devil in Survival. I was terrified of the monsters and avoided them whenever possible.

My mind refused to switch to the peaceful difficulty.

Maybe I was paranoid, but everytime I saw something red, something flashed into my mind. Like I was trying to remember something. Every time the yellow film of memory showered over my eyes, I blinked to dry it away; I had no time for that.

I was chooping down the rest of the forest around my house when I saw something. I turned my body towards the sighting, squinting to get a clearer view. Was that...

Yellow?

Before I could walk over to it, the TV cut to black. The door creaked open, slowly revealing what was behind it.

Mom was behind it, smiling. Her plaid shirt, rolled up to the elbows, was splattered with paint."Your dad wants you to go outside, Valentyn. We're repainting the house."

"Okay." I answered. I got up, hugged Mom-who tried to keep the paint off me-and went out the back door, into our backyard. It was a sunny day, not a cloud in sight. I closed my eyes, taking in the feel of the day. When I opened them, I remembered why I stopped coming out here by myself.

The dark, looming forest. The trees' branches were arms, their fingers reaching out to me in complex webs of wood. The green grass of my yard stopped right where the forest started. It continued on in a yellowish, dead flood of leaves. They weren't the reason I was scared, though.

Who knows, maybe they won't come for me this time.

Not wanting to bother Mom, I started playing with the various toys sprawled across the yard. First, it was a bucket. I stuffed that with mud all the way to the rim. Then it was just a bunch of other stuff that I didn't really care about.

I sat on the grass, tired. The heat of the afternoon sun was slowly getting to me, and everything I saw had a blurry haze. Glancing around, I thought I saw something hidden away in the forest.

Floating, orange dots...?