Earlier this year, I snorted derisively at it. Now, I have my own server setup for me and my friends. What the hell happened?
Minecraft, man.
I’d seen videos online; incredible castles, simple machines. I downloaded the free version and tried it once, but I didn’t get it. But then, drinking alone isn’t any fun either. What finally pulled me in was my brother. It started as a good way to hang out with him and talk to him more often. Then I pulled my poor wife in. Now we all snort crack off hookers’ asses together. I mean play Minecraft. Same thing.
My brother plays Minecraft to make the nuttiest gadgets he can come up with. For my wife, it’s an escape; a place she can go where she controls her goals, objectives, and achievements. For me, it’s just a way to make the tree house I always dreamt of growing up.
That’s what keeps me coming back, and what lit the fire under my ass to put together a server (with the help of some friends). There’s always something new to do. Something to work on on my castle. A cave system to explore. Then, just when you’re starting to get bored, a new update comes out and you restart the world from scratch and try something new.
You’ll never find me in the throes of a WoW addition, and I’ll never get sucked into Farmville. But Minecraft, I can’t quit you.
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