The Lonely Game of Minecraft

Image Credit: Bryan S., Gladstone, MI The author's comments: I love the game Minecraft, and I also love to write. I realized that in the game, Multiplayer not included, it is a very lonely and hollow world. I’m sure many, if not almost all of you are familiar with the popular game Minecraft. It’s a virtual sandbox game where you mine resources to survive in a world plagued by monsters each night. And, after the rise of ‘Herobrine’ – supposedly the dead brother of the creator of Minecraft, Notch – I was excited to see what stories the fans could come up with, and what else would rise. Sadly, every story I’ve read so far goes exactly like this: create world, something strange, Herobrine, end. Nothing else. So, I’d like to propose the real Minecraft. Steve, or your avatar, is alone. Completely and utterly alone. There are villagers, yes, but we can’t understand their language, nor do they ours. They are simply there to trade with us. You could get companionship with a pet ocelot or wolf, but not before they are killed in some mob battle or mining mishap. Steve is alone, and his sole purpose is to mine, build, and craft. This is all he does, and all he’ll ever do. The ending of the game appears after you destroy the Enderdragon. Steve will have never found anyone to talk to. Steve will be alone. He will build. He will mine. And Steve will die.


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