Minecraft: Dragon's Tale

A dark-skinned creature coughs into the the snow covered ground, disorientation and vertigo filling its head. Its body feels like a group of enderman had bludgeoned him with pieces of his own house. Eyesight is blurry, but the dark ichor on the ground is definitely its own. As snow begins to gather on its body, thoughts start to trickle in.

What happened? Where am I? Who am I? Why does everything hurt? Is it me, or is that stuff on the ground purple?
My name is Jeff Laciter....Is that it? I cant...remember....

He musters his willpower and rolls onto his front. Needles of pain lance into his arms and he grits his teeth as he sits up. Vision remains blurred from the barrage of dull and sharp pain. Some sixth sense takes over and paints a rough picture of his surroundings in his mind:

Tundra Biome, Night, Moderate Trees, Water Nearby, Grass Plentiful.

Head lolling skyward through the fugue of pain, he makes out the outline of a tree with half the leaves missing. At least, that's what he thinks he sees as he whispers, "I might have landed on that...it explains the pain..." He checks his pulse, "Five beats and rising. I'm was wounded by the fall..."

He leans his head over his chest, eyes closed. He feels the pain begin to subside and agony start to recede. Did his body normally heal this quickly? All he remembers is his name but little else. His actions were driven by instinct rather than knowledge, as if being wounded and disoriented is an everyday occurance. Still wondering how he read his pulse without moving, his pain became manageable and vision less blurry. With clear sight returned, his earlier rough picture is proven correct; he was in the tundra. He rises and stands on shaky legs but before he can move, he hears a scream from behind.