Today i finally gave in. After avoiding the game for a year ,because of how time consumin it was, i got minecraft. I started the game and made single player world. I started of at a snow covered island and started punching trees. Thankfully i had seen many videos on youtube about what to do when you start so as soon as i got some wood, i started looking for a high place to build a house. I went to a nearby jungle and desperatly started climbing tree after three as the sun disappeared. i reached the top and made 4 walls, a floor and a bed.
4 real hours and 12 minecraft days later i had made a cute little house on top of the highest tree around.I had found coal in a dark cave, fought a skeleton that scared the shit out of me, made a small poll to jump to from my house and killed a few innocent pigs and cows to survive.
I was starting to get bored. This never ending game style was already becoming exhausting and incredibly time consuming. Plus every time i went to my roof which was the highest visble point i felt strangely uneasy and thought of the wasted hours i put into this game.
I woke up at day number 13 and stepped out of my wooden door and into the balcony of my house, i took a good hard look around the gigantic world.
"So many trees..." i thought, "Too many trees". I saw the dark threatning and mysterious caves in the distance that just begged for a brave adventurer to explore them and find all their hidden goods and just sighted as i imagined how much effort it would take to even get ready to do it. I looked next to them at the snowy forest where i started which looked completely dead and boring.
I went back inside and took out the glass i was baking from the furnace. I made one last window towards the side of the sea and as i looked through it i screamed "FUCK IT. I will not be stuck here forever." So i quickly took my iron sword and some wood and made a boat. I went to sleep and first thing in the morning i climbed down my huge ladder and ran straight for the sea. AS i placed my boat in the water i took one last look behind. First at the mountain then at the trees and then at my small house that was standing proud above everything.
I pushed the boat, jumped in and started going the distance. I looked behind saw the world i spent 4 hours in slowly dissappear. The snowy forest was the farthest away and first one to go. Then the mountain started poping out of existance and then my tree and house. only the small wooden fence of my balcony was left before it finally completely vanished along with the entire world i knew. I faced forward and wonder what i will find. I raised my sword and kept going eager for adventure. So eager that i slished my boat and almost broke it.
A few minutes later i came across a tiny island with a single tree on it. I haven't found anything besides squids until then so i tried to park next to it but as i touched the sand the boat broke to tiny bits. I freaked out. All i had was my sword and the only thing around for miles was that small tree. I quickly cut it down and started making the things i needed for another boat. AS i built i kept nervously thinking what im gonna do if the wood is not enough.
"I HAVE NOTHING" I screamed frustrated. Thankfully i managed to build boat with only two pieces of wood left in my inventory.
I got in and immediately started going back. I wondered why. Did the feeling of helplessness really break my resolve and determination that easily? I just kept hoping that my world was still there. I kept going and going and suddenly the base of my mountain popped up. Then the trees and then my beloved balcony. As soon as i got on shore i jumped off the boat run through an abandoned tunnel i once made and climbed back up. I had abandoned my home and went miles away but it was still here. Just like it should be. The painting was on the wall and the torches were still burning. I looked around as the sun went down and made my realisation. This like the real world.
The reason i felt helpless is because it was normall. I was helpless in a world that wants to kill me. There was nothing else. No objective, no combo, no score just block vs wild. The size and loneliness of the world made me realize my insignifficance more than real life ever could. I was so small, so alone, with no impact on this never ending place. I placed my unused iron sword in the chest next to my bed and exited the game. I not gonna play this game again but i am glad i did. I taught me something that it didn't even know it can teach.
As i went to sleep at 3a.m. a video came to my mind. I think it was made by screwattack but what i remembered from it is one guy that said "I sometimes join random servers in minecraft and travel away from the main island to explore. I sometimes come across houses and lit up caves that other players left behind. Chests and items in small wooden houses in the middle of uncharted forests. It's kinda haunting ya know..."
4 real hours and 12 minecraft days later i had made a cute little house on top of the highest tree around.I had found coal in a dark cave, fought a skeleton that scared the shit out of me, made a small poll to jump to from my house and killed a few innocent pigs and cows to survive.
I was starting to get bored. This never ending game style was already becoming exhausting and incredibly time consuming. Plus every time i went to my roof which was the highest visble point i felt strangely uneasy and thought of the wasted hours i put into this game.
I woke up at day number 13 and stepped out of my wooden door and into the balcony of my house, i took a good hard look around the gigantic world.
"So many trees..." i thought, "Too many trees". I saw the dark threatning and mysterious caves in the distance that just begged for a brave adventurer to explore them and find all their hidden goods and just sighted as i imagined how much effort it would take to even get ready to do it. I looked next to them at the snowy forest where i started which looked completely dead and boring.
I went back inside and took out the glass i was baking from the furnace. I made one last window towards the side of the sea and as i looked through it i screamed "FUCK IT. I will not be stuck here forever." So i quickly took my iron sword and some wood and made a boat. I went to sleep and first thing in the morning i climbed down my huge ladder and ran straight for the sea. AS i placed my boat in the water i took one last look behind. First at the mountain then at the trees and then at my small house that was standing proud above everything.
I pushed the boat, jumped in and started going the distance. I looked behind saw the world i spent 4 hours in slowly dissappear. The snowy forest was the farthest away and first one to go. Then the mountain started poping out of existance and then my tree and house. only the small wooden fence of my balcony was left before it finally completely vanished along with the entire world i knew. I faced forward and wonder what i will find. I raised my sword and kept going eager for adventure. So eager that i slished my boat and almost broke it.
A few minutes later i came across a tiny island with a single tree on it. I haven't found anything besides squids until then so i tried to park next to it but as i touched the sand the boat broke to tiny bits. I freaked out. All i had was my sword and the only thing around for miles was that small tree. I quickly cut it down and started making the things i needed for another boat. AS i built i kept nervously thinking what im gonna do if the wood is not enough.
"I HAVE NOTHING" I screamed frustrated. Thankfully i managed to build boat with only two pieces of wood left in my inventory.
I got in and immediately started going back. I wondered why. Did the feeling of helplessness really break my resolve and determination that easily? I just kept hoping that my world was still there. I kept going and going and suddenly the base of my mountain popped up. Then the trees and then my beloved balcony. As soon as i got on shore i jumped off the boat run through an abandoned tunnel i once made and climbed back up. I had abandoned my home and went miles away but it was still here. Just like it should be. The painting was on the wall and the torches were still burning. I looked around as the sun went down and made my realisation. This like the real world.
The reason i felt helpless is because it was normall. I was helpless in a world that wants to kill me. There was nothing else. No objective, no combo, no score just block vs wild. The size and loneliness of the world made me realize my insignifficance more than real life ever could. I was so small, so alone, with no impact on this never ending place. I placed my unused iron sword in the chest next to my bed and exited the game. I not gonna play this game again but i am glad i did. I taught me something that it didn't even know it can teach.
As i went to sleep at 3a.m. a video came to my mind. I think it was made by screwattack but what i remembered from it is one guy that said "I sometimes join random servers in minecraft and travel away from the main island to explore. I sometimes come across houses and lit up caves that other players left behind. Chests and items in small wooden houses in the middle of uncharted forests. It's kinda haunting ya know..."