A new world was started on Friday 30 December, 2011. It had a spawn point amongst trees near the water. It looked like a fertile land in which we would thrive, ruling over all the land, and we calling it... Frontier.
However, night soon approached we knew that it brought with it dangers untold, so a small shelter has hastily erected.
Below it, a mine was started so we could access the stone resources of the land and make stronger tools.
Come the new day, work continued, setting up the early stages of a farm so as to provide nourishment to the hard workers.
As the session continued, many attacks were made upon the spawn site by spiders, creepers, zombies and skeletons. MadMax(?) was the first (and second) to fall to their weapons. Players journeyed further away from the site, exploring the countryside. Some found wolves to help them. Spawn sites for spiders and zombies were located within a huge natural cave system that was decided to be the community mine. Many people joined in, before and after the following moment in time.
Eventually enough resources were found to make a portal to the Nether. This was placed within the start of a more secure building around the spawn point.
The corresponding place in the Nether was seemingly safe, on the side of a hill. Plenty of pigmen keep us company, but in the distance we could hear the ghasts.
And so my time at the start of Frontier ended. We had claimed a part in two dimensions, but they were not yet conquered. That is for the tales of tomorrow.