My journey across the Overworld was just beginning, but I could already feel the adventurous spirit coursing through my veins! That could also have been the suspicious stew making its way through my digestive system, but the mood was EXCITEMENT with a side of GAS, and that’s all that matters.
Aboard my happy ghast, I surveyed the landscapes below in the hopes of finding the perfect first stop spot. As I was considering how much lava is too much lava, my brand new Player Locator bar started going off. Perfect! I love being saved by the bell, almost as much as I love my friends being caught by it.
The happy ghast and I started our descent and I saw one of my favorite biomes. Snowy, sprucey, and rarer than praise from my editor. There were some red poppies that caught my eye, their red even brighter than usual thanks to the snow. I looked down at the happy ghast. It would look so striking with a pop of red! I made a mental note to keep an eye out for crafting tables. I bet this harness could be dyed, like a bed or a walking bed – sheep to the layperson. Filled with inspiration, I had penned the first line on my first postcard before my feet even touched the ground.
Welcome to a biome that was first seen in a spooky update, but didn’t reach its final form until years later when it made a big splash!
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I followed the Player Locator bar to an igloo, and lo and behold: it worked! I ran into my old pal Sunny, who was just about to set out to gather dye crafting supplies.
I followed them into the woods, keeping a playful distance. Sunny loves a good race, such a rascal! They came to a stop at a patch of red poppies growing in the sea of white snow. Stunning! I had to have some and grabbed a few while Sunny’s back was turned. I bet I could dye the happy ghasts harness to match, bringing this still life of red and white to the skies.
As I was rehearsing my Nobel Prize for Arts & Minecrafts speech, Sunny managed to slip away. The race was back on! I ran through the woods and finally caught sight of them on the horizon, slipping and sliding across a frozen lake. I followed suit and slipped and slid until we collided in the middle. It’s a wonder the ice didn’t break, but then again, no water remains unfrozen in these parts.
It’s a wonder that poppies and dandelions are able to grow in all this snow. The climate here is so cold that even rain doesn’t stand a chance, it turns to snow long before it hits the ground.
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We continued trekking through the snow in silence, enjoying each others company and the warm rays of sunshine pushing through the spruce tree leaves. Just as I was about to inform Sunny that there’s a word in Japanese that describes this phenomenon, we heard a HOWL in the distance. Could this have been a delayed echo from when the happy ghast and I were practicing harmonies? It really was Sunny’s lucky day!
I cleared my throat to give them a special solo performance and looked down so I could get the most dramatic first key possible (A minor). But as I flung my head back, my eyes locked not with Sunny’s, but a wolf.
A hungry wolf, who did not seem to appreciate the subtle art of the whistle tone. Quick as the snowy fox hiding in the berry bushes, I ran and sung sweetly at max volume.
The wildlife here is both hostile and passive. There aren’t any lions, tigers, or bears, even if the name would lead you to believe that at least one of them lives here with the wolves, foxes, and rabbits.
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Finally, I spotted my happy ghast. Safety was near, but as my mother always taught me – style always comes first. I borrowed Sunny’s crafting table and whipped up a red harness and threw it on the happy ghast. Gorgeous!
I let my song sing my farewell to Sunny, and we set sail. As I looked out on the Overworld, I wrote the last line on my postcard before flinging it into the air. That’s how mail works, right?
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