The first night. Man...
Armed with a stick and some food (because I had no idea how to make a sword), I set out on my quest to kill. Sadly most of the killing was from the enemy. I never knew what I was supposed to do so I just thought "screw it, lets kill some fools" The first time I died, there were 6 zombies following me. Saw some water as I was going higher and higher, tried to jump off the cliff to get away, floated majestically for a few seconds and then what happens? I miss the water completely and fell to my death. The night was a pain in the ass, creepers coming out of nowhere, zombies trying to rape me and so on. The next day I had my revenge, and it was great. So so great.