The other 10% of the nether is these fat, floating octopi fuckers called Ghasts who shoot explosives at you with disastrous results. For example, this used to be a flat plain.
From the top of my central nether base, you can see the road I built over an ocean of lava reaching out to the west.
Back by my central base (you can see the tower I climbed on the first installment of this cursed series), is my aquaduct.
By using steps, I can have water flow down from just a few blocks. It's a principle I'm currently using to irrigate a large biome world that's low on water.
This is my underwater lava shelter I passed by in the second installment.
It's made of glass and illuminated by lava.
Finally, there's the tower. This tower represents the maximum amount of stuff a minecraft character carries around with them at any one time. That's a big backpack.
Anyway, that's all of it. I grew to hate this series somewhat more quickly than I usually grow to hate things. If I ever consider doing this again, tell me to fuck myself. New filler here next Friday.