The Book About Why the Second Daughter Hates the NetherWorld

So at this point, we've actually managed to get into the NetherWorld a lot quicker than our original server.
In fact, we actually were able to mine some obsidian pretty quickly and when we built the Stonehenge, we built them out of portals.

Personally, I figured kill two birds with one stone, we'd eventually need portals to the Nether and I wanted to build the Stonehenge, and hey they look similar enough. So that's it, I built a crude version of the Stonehenge (yes, a crude version of a crude structure, imagine,) out of the obsidian.

I was kind of hoping that the different portals would lead to different areas of the Nether World. Unfortunately, not so. Apparently all six portals lead to the same place in the Nether which is conveintiently located right next to a rather sheer drop off into a sea of lava, where these giant white jellyfish fly around shooting fireballs at us.

I've been considering taking it down and starting from scratch again. And hoping that we'll be granted a new starting spot. Maybe something closer to more glowstone, which is really my only desire to enter the Nether. Sure netherrack is useful, but fairly easy to gather without having to go far.  The glowstone however, takes quiet some campaigning.  Besides, that doesn't really look too much like Stonehenge, now does it?

Anyway, we've found that we get so into this game, we actually start having physical reactions to it. For instance, I prefer to stay above ground, especially since trying to navigate my dad's mines can turn into an Escher maze. I actually will start to feel a little closed in. So he's the one who mostly stays underground. That being said, our wonderful new castle was built atop a mount with a sheer drop on most sides. While the father figure is mucking about underground getting us the resources we need, I'm on top of the mountain building. At one point, I was attempting to add some irrigation to our little farm.

And in order to do that, I had to dig around a little, which, to give you an idea, meant dealing with this:

So at one point, I accidentally dug right through that little cliff there and was faced straight down the cliff of a mountain, nearly falling off. I actually started to sweat a little.

But what does this have to do with the Nether? you say. Well, let me tell you. We were exploring for glowstone when one of the those damned white jellyfish caught sight of me. I was looking out at the lava sea to see if I could locate some glowstone stalagmites in the distance. We were pretty high up on the map because we hit the bedrock. So the monster sees me, tosses a fireball in my direction, but it misses, and I think phew and go to run backwards away from the opening. Turns out the fireball had blown a whole in the floor and I backed right out of it.
And fell.
       Down.
               Down.
                     Down.
 Into.      the.        sea.       of.      lava.
It was the single most terrifying experience I can remember. Not only are you put on edge from how dark the Nether is and all the creepy sounds you hear, but then this happened and my whole body tensed and every nerve in me was itching.
It was terrible.
Oh, and I lost all the glowstone we had just acquired. So, that was my point to say, okay. I'm done with this for now.
But for a game to have that kind of affect on me? I think the last time I got that creeped out was when I played Quake at night.
Eerie. *shudder*


Nether stories anyone?
- KnotMYGlowstone!