“Okay,” he said to the dark. “You want hard? I’ll learn.”
He tried to punch a tree. His fist connected—and he lost half a heart. Splinters. Actual damage. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” rlcraft bedrock 1.0 beta
“Day 2: Temperature. Don’t freeze.” “Okay,” he said to the dark
The tooltip had one more message before vanishing: he crafted a canteen.
Not three blocks—three hundred blocks, mining with his flint pick until he hit a small air pocket. He torched the walls. Placed a crafting table. And with his last two flint shards and a piece of leather he’d stolen from a broken saddle, he crafted a canteen.
