For Galaga! Pt. II

I like Parts. It makes it seem like a chronicle and I get to hope that people are on the edge of their seats waiting for the next installment. I like that word too, but that's enough of that. Just an FYI, I have O Fortuna going on in the background.

Night 1:
 The moon rises, a herald of my impending doom. I can practically see the sun sinking. In a few moments the hour will be upon me, and the creatures will be released.
Hark! A monster outside my window, wandering around, in search of my flesh no doubt. A hiss. An explosion. Has a creeper managed to infiltrate my home while my back was turned? Sword drawn, I whip around, ready to face death as only a viking warrior could. But nay, I shall not die this night so far! I have struck the first blow of war, and it was a mighty one! Another hiss. Another explosion. Another cord struck for the Human Endeavor! I send out three shots, warning all those who intend me harm to know that even if they brave the field that there is a bear in this cave, and he is armed to the teeth. Can they smell fear? They will have a hard time tracking it, for there is none to be found in this establishment! I turn back to the rear window. There are a few creepers, but they mill about as  restlessly as I feel. They turn, and for a second there is the sense of mutual lust for blood. Just as quickly as it came, the moment was gone and they continued to mill. I head back to the front of the fortress (or eventually my grave?) and see that quite a number of creepers, skeleton archers and zombies have crawled up from the depths. A shot fired. Another. The moon is blacked for a minute as my hail of arrows rains down upon the creatures. "Back to Nethers from which you were born!" I cry to the soon-to-be corpses on the front lawn. Many of the arrows miss, but I fear not, for the millings have set off the copious amount of mines strewn about. I must focus. The hunter must continue to be the hunter, for that is how this world works. I focus. Shots are fired. ...Most of them find their mark. I have shot down many of the foul creatures, including those thinking that they can swim to safety. The sun will be up soon and there will be no hiding from nature's rays. Yes, watch them burn. I shoot down the skeleton seeking refuge in the sea, who has now become refuse to be washed away like scum in the shower.

There is no recipe for a shower. My character has been around for days.