August 9th, 2019

Dear Diary...

"AAAAHH!!!!!!" I screamed, clearly not desiring what was happening to me. I still wish my little S.O.S. symbol was there so I could comfort myself with the thought of Somebody is gonna come through the Portal, come investigate and rescue me from this underworld thingy I've been sucked into, but of course that just isn't the case at all. Nobody will know where I am, never ever! What if I die alone in this hellhole?! And most importantly, will they find my skeleton and get  the wrong idea?! Will they certainly destroy what I was able to do before I died in the baren wasteland of The Nether? I got too many questions! Really!!! I mean, like, WHY HAVE I BEEN IN THIS TRAVEL-SPIRAL THING FOR OVER  A LITERAL 10 HOURS, HUH?! I mean why? This, travel-between-dimensions thing should already be done for, yaknow? UGHHHHHHHH! UGH?!

AAAAHH!!!!!!

August 10th, 2019

Dear Diary,

This is the final day I am putting the date on my writing, because I found out today that you can't sleep in The Nether; the beds explode! You heard me! EXPLODE! Ex-pl-ode! Think you can't believe your ears? Try it in Minecraft and see for yourself! And I also don't know how long or short the days are here, given that each full day rotation in The Overworld is at least 20 full minutes long! You at least don't know (like me), if the days here are an hour or 5 minutes long, maybe even 10!

I hope I don't end up like Dead Girl Alex here! (That'd be sad, and poor Alex!)

September, 2019

Dear Diary,

I have officially survived for a month! You heard me, a MONTH! Mo-nth! And if you want proof of me surviving in The Nether for 31 days, then look at my Netherrack with the marks on it! There! Now you have proof! And I'm not making it up, and I'm definitely not tricking you with a Photograph from the 'Days Survived' free Add-On! That one is harsh and hard, and you heard me just say two stony words beginning with the letter H. :)

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October 2019--I think

Dear Diary,

Does my breath smell bad? I can't even count how long I have been in the Nether, but the main point I am writing this bit is because, NOBODY HAS 'FREAKIN COME FOR ME!!! I hope nobody has forgotten about me, but I guess my stupid old arch enemy Makena has spread the word about my absence, and told everybody she saw me get impaled by a dripstone shard. That'd be Makena, always tattling the wrong tattle. Honestly...I don't know what's up with that girl!

Makena's head. Come out, scaredy cat! ---------->