I'd spawned 27 different worlds in the time I'd lived in Minecraft but I was still not immune to the deep seated contracting feeling in my throat as my new world built itself up. I observed the jungle forming it's mighty trees around me and the sharp contracting resigned from my throat. I gained my footing on the rough, powdered dirt blocks and fathomed my method of survival. I decided to go east towards an over-hang above a shallow lake from which I could plan my route out of the jungle. I struggled to find a way up to the over-hang so I used some dirt blocks I mined from the lake bed to block-jump my way up. From the top of the over-hang I was over-whelmed by the mass of the jungle I had spawned in. I realized I should turn my render distance to "Max" to see to actual extent of it but when I did, the border of the jungle seemed non-existent. The lag was unbearable so I quickly turned my render distance to "Normal" and headed in the direction of the clouds out of instinct. I had no idea whether I would ever get to the edge of this jungle. I didn't know whether I would get to a desert, ocean, plains or extreme hills biome. What would I encounter along the way? Zombie, spider, skeleton or the infamous creeper. Before I knew it, the beautiful square sun was setting over the horizon and I luckily found shelter under a jungle tree that seemed oddly small on the edge of a worryingly steep valley. As the moon rose over the horizon I fell into a deep slumber, anxiously waiting for my first encounter with a zombie.