To begin, you have to get a piece of paper or open a word document. This is the planning stage. Chopping down that stationary, defenseless, non-hostile tree can requires tactics. Brain-storm what might happen while chopping the tree down. After making a few hundred points, move on.
First, you need to think about how you will approach the tree.
Will you start 100 blocks away? 100.1 blocks away? 100.2 blocks away? This part of the approach is crucial. Once you get that down, you have to think about how you will make it there. Go by pig? Go while crouching and blocking with a sword? Next, you need to create a map of the terrain to cover to get there. Calculate all the obvious and potential risks.
Once you get this down, it's time to chop down the tree! Look at the block, then use 0.0000000000000000000000000000001 calories worth of energy to hold down the left click button! Phew, I'm sweating already! It will break, and you have to pick the block up now. Once you break a block, immediately move to another location, and redo the planning step!
Can't reach a block that's high up? Just build a huge castle, get the single block, then tear it down. Repeat this each time for a high up block (but don't forget the previous steps!).
My record to cut down a large jungle tree is only two and a half MONTHS!
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ScarlettArcher posted a message on Hardened Clay SlabsHello everyone. I am still pretty new to the Minecraft world. A few days ago I was trying to create my first actual house, not a hole in the ground. My idea was a simple stone house with red terracotta roof. I finished the frame, got all of my clay together, roasted in furnace to create hardened clay, and then dyed it red. Only to at that time discover I could not turn it into slabs.Posted in: Suggestions
*sad panda*
While I know I could create a roof out of full blocks of dyed clay, I though the tied effect would look better if the blocks were slabs instead. So, long story short, my suggestion was to have dyed clay and/or hardened clay slabs. -
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Sapphiresin posted a message on Bob's Craft [NEW!]Posted in: Survival ModeQuote from MinerJoe139
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Sharpe103 posted a message on To Slay a Dragon: My First Journal (No Mods, Pictures!)The Three RavinesPosted in: Survival Mode
November 13-15, 2013
Friends, much has happened since I last dipped quill in ink and set upon the pages of this journal. When I last wrote, I was in the depths of despair being nearly destitute without the basic necessities of life. No longer is that the case.
For some time after returning from the furnaces of the Nether Realm, I farmed potatoes, planted sugarcane for paper, fell trees and generally enjoyed the outdoors, glad to be free of the dark, smoldering underworld. While exploring the tiny island in the wide river snaking past my front door, I stumbled upon a small hole in the ground. Though small, looking down, it appeared quite deep. I descended the waterfall and stepped foot upon layer 22. After dispatching a few minor annoyances with my sword, I discovered that though deep, this was no great ravine. However, it did have plenty of visible resources and I set to mining them.
At the far end, I broke through a wall to uncover a massive sight, a deep canyon stretching as far as the eye could see in both directions.
This Is More Like It
After tip-toeing all along the high shelf bordering the ravine, with the ceiling far above and the floor deep below, I discovered another opening that led to yet a third entirely separate gorge as large as the one of which I had just made cursory exploration. It was then that I knew I'd spend considerable time in these depths.
Luckily, I carried enough wood to make a crafting able and handles for new tools and even torches. This was a spontaneous decision and other than food, I was poorly prepared for spelunking. In the mouth of an intersecting cave, I set up my crafting table while fending off the horde of monsters spewing out of the darkness. Then, I set to work making the necessities.
At first, they came in droves. I turned from the crafting table to see three zombies and a giant spider creeping up behind me. I drew my sword and stepped into the first walking corpse with a mighty swing. The blade hacked deeply into its rotten body, sending it flying back behind the other two. Like a cyclone I spun, my shining sword slashing through both the other two advancing zombies in one scything stroke. Just as I came to a stop—black, foul-smelling ichor covering my blade and spattering my green-skinned face and arms—the spider pounced, its red eyes burning with fury, mandibles gleaming with acidic saliva. As it flew forward, my sword sliced downward through the air to meet it. The gore-covered blade cleaved into its hideous face and sent it crashing to the ground. Before it had a chance to recover, I dashed forward and leapt upon it. Again we clashed in the air. I flew back and it fell to the ground. Only I arose.
There were more. Like bile from an infested, black sore, they came spewing out of the darkness. One by one, I hewed through them, carving a path with the flashing length of my steel sword. Blood pooled ankle deep, then ran down the side of the ravine like a waterfall. Still I cut, slashed, chopped, severed and sliced, rending limb from body and head from shoulders. I gained 20 hard-fought levels standing my ground upon that precipice.
The yawning cave was a dangerous open wound in the side of the ravine, but I left it be. If more dared wander into the killing field of my torchlight, then they too would die by my sword.
When I was good and ready, and not a moment sooner, I was scaling the perimeter, mining ore, clearing safe passage, and connecting the two sides with cobblestone bridges. I looked down over the edge and saw a mail-clad zombie crossing my bridge.
A Moment To Look Down Over the Edge
I allowed him passage, but demanded his head as payment. I collected my toll by burying the head of my pickaxe into his face, right between his gray, lifeless eyes. As his body was plummeting to the ground far below, I removed the mail hood and donned it myself. My first piece of armor!
My First Piece of Armor
Satisfied that I had gained enough resources to return to the surface and consider this adventure a success, I began my climb out, hauling nearly two stacks of iron on my back with thoughts of what I could forge with it. So long had I lingered below that I actually forgot the way home. It took some time and some blood, but I eventually made my return to the hole where I descended upon waterfall. When I had swum back up, night was settling across the land, but I happily noticed all my crops and sugarcane were fully grown. I took a deep breath, the sweet night air filling my lungs. With 20 levels and plenty of paper from the sugarcane crop, it was time to construct an enchantment table. As I strode merrily across the small island toward my front door, a toothy grin cracking my ugly face from ear to ear, my imagination turned from thoughts of mearly forging steel weapons and armor to enchanting them with mighty sorcery and arcane power.
Home Sweet Home
The crash of a glass bottle somewhere very close behind me shattered my daydream and sent me running. A witch stalked me! No! Not so close to home! Not with victory so near my grasp!
I dove into the water, knowing that the witch tailed close behind and that reaching home without a conflict was doubtful. My hunger bar wasn't full enough to regenerate my health, either. With no armor but a mail hood—it might as well have been the powered wig I pretended it was—I was in for a real struggle at my doorstep, a doorstep that could be difficult to climb when in a hurry. After all, I had built it to keep wandering monster from strolling though the threshold. Another crash, this one on the river's floor. I was physically unaffected by the potion, but my mind was sent aflight.
I jumped upon the ledge before my home's entrance and turned, sword at ready. It wasn't just one witch a saw, but two! I backed away, switching to my bow, though only two arrows stood in my quiver. I slammed the door closed and quickly stuffed all my gains in the chest, then crammed a few potatoes down my throat.
Curiously, the peal of shattering bottles in the night continued, though I was out of sight and range, safe behind my door. With caution and arrow knocked, I stepped out and what I saw brought a great orcish laugh from deep within my belly. The witches were fighting! Apparently, they both wanted the honor of taking my green hide and were willing to fight one another over who got the trophy.
Witch Fight!
Neither would get their prize. In reality, they were \fighting over who would have the honor of dying by my sword. After I had my fill of their ceaseless bickering and bottle-throwing, I grew weary of their conflict and waded into the water. Like a shark from below, I stabbed and thrust, impaling them both, their blood coloring my river crimson. Chuckling to myself, I climbed back onto my ledge and opened the door.
POOM!!!
What happened? Why am I dead? There was no creeper inside! How . . . ?
Apparently, a creeper dove off the mountain above more than five meters to land atop my head right as I walked through the door. There was no hiss, just an explosion. It blew a hole in the wall and killed me in the process, disintegrating the 21 levels I had fought so hard to obtain. My heart sank as I surveyed the ruin.
A Hole in My Wall and in My Heart
However, all was not lost. I still had more than 100 iron ingots and my steely will to continue. I needed more space anyway. Time to do some renovations.
I carved out a room for my enchantment table and constructed seven bookshelves using those from the village that the late librarian no longer needed. I had enough paper, but no leather to bind the pages. That would be placed high on my list of things to do.
Enchanting Room Under Construction
With the five or six levels I had, I enchanted a bow and got Unbreaking. Not the level-20 enchant I had dreamed of imbuing upon my first time enchanting. I then made another room across from the enchantment library to place my bed. My home was still quite humble, but now it has three whole rooms!
Two New Rooms!
After all that, I retrieved the smelted ore and set hammer to hot iron, forging my first suit of steel plate. Once finished, I was ready to again lay siege upon the Nether Realm, this time properly equipped!
Ready to Storm the Nether Realm
Thanks for reading and for the rep! Tune in next time as I storm a Nether Fortress, open a Nether-side portal and journey to a land afar, find a lone wolf and set sail for home, more than 3,000 meters across an ocean! Horses, Wither Skeletons, and Blazes, oh my! -
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Sharpe103 posted a message on To Slay a Dragon: My First Journal (No Mods, Pictures!)Glad everyone is enjoying the story and thanks for the rep! I didn't really know what rep was, then I saw the little up arrow beside the number in the lower right corner of each post. So, I repped everyone back for replying with encouragement.Posted in: Survival Mode - To post a comment, please login.
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