My pickaxe is weary, and my fists are bleeding. I've gone through these lands in a straight line, even. And the legend is true.
This.. 'Far Land', exists. No one can get out. I've found even Pigmen inside this place. Regular miners, only few of them insane.
I've gone into the one place I shouldn't. Send a plane. Save valuable resources, just send a wood one. I need to get out of here.