So I'm An Enderman? ..... Neat *being rewritten*

Binded Blunder

Part 1 stage 4
Mine away , prooding spiders and the golden sword.

The caves felt wrong today.

Endoria ponders. Raising up an iron pickaxe, HIS iron pickaxe as another strike shatters yet another cubid meter of rock to bits, bending the Enderman knells in order to pick up the blocks before continuing to mine

Teleporting in caves. Especialy Deep Caves is far more dangerous than you or he realised. A pitfall there. A lava chunk there one misstep and you are completly fucked or at least wounded for your hubris... However its not like the Enderman CANT enjoy himself without constantly spamming his powers.

Aniways where was i? Yes caves.

[ 64 coblestone

32 Iron ore

16 gold ore

45 copper ore

2 lapis

64 Coal

2 diamonds]

Strip mining can get you a lot of shit if your Lucky. Sadly TODAY he realy was'nt.

So here he was. But onestly this is far from bad, not great yet...not the worst scenario to partake in

Prowling if not....simply strolling trought these caves felt relaxing. Tall and thin stalactites and stalagmites alike either piercing trought the floor in the vague image of a stone forest or hanging around the dark top of the caves occasional light reflecting off their wet tips to reveal where they stand....IT was wonderfull like always

Searching for ores was like finding a needle in a haystack... Frustating yet fun. Mobs yet again werent a problem. Most Zombies seemed to out of it to care. Most Skeletons seemed to be searching either for a target or a companion. And while annoying at times creepers were decent folk to talk to If you ignored the casual mentions of explosives

....The Spiders however.....

The spiders scared him.

The Spiders were still the mobtalker versions meaning they werent THAT imposing especially in the form of humanoids....yet ,you knew better than to simply start a conversation with one while alons

The Enderman shivered feeling the curious stares of dozen of red eyes pouring down at him from the dark, hidding between the hanging pillars of rock....crimson pupils focused on him and only him , judging him. Judging his actions. His weapons. The risks he posed to them

Using his trusty axe he cut trought the webs before him, the former human trying his best to ignore the sudden apereance of the spider like humanoids... The resemblance was uncanny. Orchid colored sometimes fully black hair, multiple crimson eyes, at least 4 on each side... Their limbs coated with dark chitinous plates, forming armored hands and feet....yet they were still coldly beautifull.

"he denies our existence."

What a .... Hoarse voice. What a funny word. Hoarse. Horse . Heh.

"Or he simply cares little for it"

Not inacurate. He simply wishes to get The hell out of there. Fast

He goes foward despite the wall mere hectimeters before him. A few swings of an iron pickaxe and the wall becomes a tunnel. Don't worry. The moment he realised that in a Closed off space they can fight better he found a way back.