Your name is OZELLA CARAFTIA, and you are heiress to the Minecraftian throne. Right now your FATHER is alive, and will definitely be alive for a long time; thus making you the princess of this noble land.
You are standing in your OBSERVATORY as you are wont to do. It is May 17th; a perfectly ordinary day. Your pet bird SINCLAIR sits upon his PERCH, observing you observing the countryside.
In the OBSERVATORY is your PATRIOTIC RUG, and PRIVATE CHEST.
What will you do?