Spawn in, run through the forest, and punch a tree
Craft a pickaxe and mine stone eagerly.
Chop some wood; gather planks to build a house,
There are so many animals around, so many cows.

You find some sheep, use their wool to make a bed,
The sun sets, here comes the night that you dread,
You eat some steak that tastes like chicken,
It gets scary, run home, your pace quickens.

Zombies come, skeletons shooting you,
Run home, close the door and eat stew.
Arrows stuck in your face, you’re losing hearts.
Get in your bed, sleep and the next day starts.

Wake up, open the door watch the sunrise,
You’re ready to go, time to mine!
Grab your pick, some torches and find a cave,
Go down there, make the mobs behave.

You find iron, smelt and craft some armor now,
Decide to go home, tell your strip mine ciao.
It says “Goodbye,” with a zombie attack,
You decide to leave, with them clawing at your back.

They are your fear, you can’t sprint fast enough,
Running through the cave the mobs are tough,
Skeletons spawn, shooting you from a distance,
You think “This is it, the end of my existence.”

“Hardcore mode, there is no coming back,”
You think to yourself during the zombie attack
You decide that it won’t end like this,
Turn around and hit them with your fists!

Scroll wheel down and whip out your sword,
Two diamonds and a stick swinging out into the hoard.
They fall before your eyes, the flesh strewn on the floor
You’ve slain so many, that there are no more.

You climb up your ladder at the end of the hall,
Holding on tight so that you do not fall.
You go back home and eat some more steak,
“Time to rest,” you think, “I’m ready for a break”