Apparently, something called the blood moon has risen. Call it a hunch, but we don’t think that’s a good thing. We sprint through the red fog, constantly bumping into zombies, spiders, witches, oh my. Surviving an entire night of these hostile horrors is hard enough without a red moon having a fog party – now it’s near impossible!
At last dawn breaks, after we’ve only died a few dozen times. OK, a lot dozen times. But we’ve got a better feeling about today. Because just a few feet away from our spawn point, we find a ruined portal. Which means a loot chest, one that contains… yes! A golden sword!
And as if our luck couldn’t get any better, we spot a familiar blue-robed beauty. Why, it’s our old pal, the wandering trader! Let’s see what they’ve got so we then rip them off and OH COME ON