I have returned, ladies and gentlemen. You all have my sincerest apologies for such a long and unwarranted absence, but the truth is that I've been working on this update on and off for weeks now, and only just completed it today. The sheer scale of the project was so much larger than I had anticipated, and I made several time-consuming errors along the way which set me back longer than I'd care to mention. However, the important part is that I did finish, and I hope that you all enjoy the results.
This thread promises a world tour wrought with explosions, and while I originally intended for it to be significantly less macroscopic than this, our next stop is... well,
the world.
The world is a rather nice place to live, at first glance. Colorful, healthy grass stretches as far as the eye can see. Trees dot the horizon, basking in the warm glow of a paradoxically square sun. Animals live out carefree lives in the shade of gigantic mountains.
Really, there's only one thing that keeps it from being a true paradise:
You are not welcome in it.
When night falls, horrors crawl out onto the surface from underground caverns. Corpses of those who failed to tame the unforgiving wilderness rise from their graves armed with bows and claws, desperate to hunt down the living and assimilate them into an ever-growing army of undead. Gigantic spiders with a taste for human flesh stalk the hillsides with unmatched speed, eager to satiate their limitless hunger.
...And yet for all their ferocity, none of these abominations are more terrifying than the Creeper.

The Creeper is a monster that should not exist in any sane world. It does not eat, sleep, or fulfill any discernible role in the circle of life. Lacking any appendages , its only defense mechanism is to explode violently when agitated. If killed from a safe distance, a black powder leaks from its wounds that can be used to create dynamite. More than any other, this creature represents the world's hatred of mankind, and I intend to subjugate it.

First, I have dug tunnels beneath the surface with a hole every 5 meters. These will serve as guidelines for the explosives.

The holes are then covered with TNT, supported by bricks of cobblestone. At a distance of 5 meters, the cobblestone will not be destroyed by any explosions other than the one caused by the TNT it supports.

Here, the TNT filled holes have been covered by grass, rendering them completely invisible to the surrounding wildlife.

This is the result of the detonation: A massive scar upon the landscape that will not heal for years to come.
Did that hurt, nature?!
As a precaution, I have constructed a simple house to barricade myself in when the night comes. It contains few comforts, as I spend all of the day working and have little time available to relax during the nightly sieges.

Unfortunately, my project soon reached a stage where the scale had to be increased dramatically, and my house - along with the mountain it was carved into - became an obstacle to this end.

Fortunately, I was nothing if not prepared.

Much better.

This is the final day. When the sun rises, the spiders retreat and the zombies and skeletons burn to dust.

They have underestimated me. From here, it seems as though I have accomplished nothing. That I have wasted my time running in fear from them and digging holes in the ground to escape their wrath. Nothing could be farther from the truth.
To all the horrors of the world, I have only one thing to say.
Get the hell off my lawn.