*holds flashlight under face*It was a dark and stormy night, and I was in a strange and unfamiliar world. I had just finished a extremely productive day of mining, when I realized that I had no map to lead me home. Aimless, I used my compass to head back to my original spawn (It was nowhere near my home, but it was a start.). Having reached it, I began to trek northeast, as I recalled my home may be. I hiked until it was once again night fall, and I was almost convinced that I would never see home again. But then, out of the brush, a sheep wandered.A sheared sheep.I began to run frantically in the direction it came, and as I went more sheared sheep, cut trees and mob traps came into view. And finally, I saw it. My home, a suspended wooden air ship, complete with sails and rocket boosters. Sanctuary. I hopped and jumped over the surrounding hills, not noticing the fall damage I took at every other landing. I was in the final stretch. Only a few dozen meters between me and the ladder. I looked around to make sure nothing was following me.And there they were.A group of Endermen, at least four or five, were standing together just to my right.And my crosshatch crossed over every one of them.When I respawned, I had nothing. I quickly tried to run back and reclaim my stuff, but I was killed before I could even get my bearings (I no longer had amour.).For several days after, I searched for my home. On the third day, I realized that I would never find it again. I walked north, and never returned.So there. My worst experience. I didn't play for a month after that happened. I lost a ton of diamonds, several music disks, I even had a golden apple ;-;So, dear citizens, I ask you: What is the worst experience you've ever had playing Minecraft?