So I was bored and I wrote a little lore book on my Minecraft server. Here is the text that's in it. Keep in mind that I was really, really, bored when I wrote it, so expect to hear things that conflict with what you currently think of Minecraft "lore". Still, enjoy........
Ages ago, there existed a race of people known as humans. These humans were fragile creatures, and strange ones at that, for they were made of nothing we cannot comprehend today: they had no blocks, no edges, no facets. Yet their lack of uniformity held true both outwardly and inwardly – the humans were corrupt beings. With corruption came war, famine, disease, and death.
The humans struggled with death their whole lives. We know death as a material pain: after death, one wakes up in bed or back where they first came into being. But humans never woke up when they died, and would eventually die even without immediate damage to themselves. The humans tried everything to stop death. They prayed to gods, but the gods never answered. They tried to use medicine, but the medicine could only work for so long. Finally, the humans ultimately decided that, in their corruptness, they could not combat death completely.
Yet there was a solution still! For within the corruption of human souls lay purity: pure imagination, ingenuity, and justice. The humans discovered how to make themselves pure using devices much like our beloved redstone. They put their entirety inside the mechanical shells, and they would be purified forever. Within the machines, they would never truly die. Instead, when destruction overtook them, they would become anew again, waking up to a new day. Without the evils in their souls, death would never overtake them.
Alas, the humans were mistaken. Most of their souls were too corrupt to survive, and what remained was a hollow shell. Their evil was too great, and they became like undead. However, a select few humans were ingenious and good enough to survive the transformations, and become almost perfect. The shells became lifelike and almost like their former selves, but they had to be blocky and uniform in order to house the evils inside.
Yet the shells, despite material perfection, still held remnants of their previous corruption. Their bodies were perfect, but their souls were still human. They kept their vices, and would still kill and steal from others when they felt it was necessary. Their new, blocky bodies were cursed to see the rest of the world as perfect, uniform, and blocky.
These few inventors, builders, writers, artists, designers, and simply imaginative humans became our ancestors. They raised others back out of the ashes and made them like themselves by sharing the secrets to survival. Perhaps you are one of the original beings. Or perhaps you were coerced to join the ranks of a new world. Maybe you were brought into an empty world. Or maybe you can escape into another’s universe and recreate society with friends. Maybe you were already corrupt, and became “hardcore”, forced to live in constant fear of death without rising again. Perhaps you are a builder, a mechanic, or even a magician who can create new things in the world simply by willing them to be. You may be a hunter of the old, corrupt undead, who are forced to walk the earth in eternal scorn of those fortunate enough to gain eternal life like you. Unlike the humans, you have a perfect body that will never die. Only you can reconstruct the world. And only you can lead others along the path to ingenuity, imagination, and the awe-inspiring power to leave your mark and recreate the world. The path is yours to choose now, and the sacrifice of the humans is burdened upon you and your choices. Whatever you are, the future is yours. This is…Minecraft.
-Excerpt from an anonymously written, untitled book in the Library of Notch
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Ages ago, there existed a race of people known as humans. These humans were fragile creatures, and strange ones at that, for they were made of nothing we cannot comprehend today: they had no blocks, no edges, no facets. Yet their lack of uniformity held true both outwardly and inwardly – the humans were corrupt beings. With corruption came war, famine, disease, and death.
The humans struggled with death their whole lives. We know death as a material pain: after death, one wakes up in bed or back where they first came into being. But humans never woke up when they died, and would eventually die even without immediate damage to themselves. The humans tried everything to stop death. They prayed to gods, but the gods never answered. They tried to use medicine, but the medicine could only work for so long. Finally, the humans ultimately decided that, in their corruptness, they could not combat death completely.
Yet there was a solution still! For within the corruption of human souls lay purity: pure imagination, ingenuity, and justice. The humans discovered how to make themselves pure using devices much like our beloved redstone. They put their entirety inside the mechanical shells, and they would be purified forever. Within the machines, they would never truly die. Instead, when destruction overtook them, they would become anew again, waking up to a new day. Without the evils in their souls, death would never overtake them.
Alas, the humans were mistaken. Most of their souls were too corrupt to survive, and what remained was a hollow shell. Their evil was too great, and they became like undead. However, a select few humans were ingenious and good enough to survive the transformations, and become almost perfect. The shells became lifelike and almost like their former selves, but they had to be blocky and uniform in order to house the evils inside.
Yet the shells, despite material perfection, still held remnants of their previous corruption. Their bodies were perfect, but their souls were still human. They kept their vices, and would still kill and steal from others when they felt it was necessary. Their new, blocky bodies were cursed to see the rest of the world as perfect, uniform, and blocky.
These few inventors, builders, writers, artists, designers, and simply imaginative humans became our ancestors. They raised others back out of the ashes and made them like themselves by sharing the secrets to survival. Perhaps you are one of the original beings. Or perhaps you were coerced to join the ranks of a new world. Maybe you were brought into an empty world. Or maybe you can escape into another’s universe and recreate society with friends. Maybe you were already corrupt, and became “hardcore”, forced to live in constant fear of death without rising again. Perhaps you are a builder, a mechanic, or even a magician who can create new things in the world simply by willing them to be. You may be a hunter of the old, corrupt undead, who are forced to walk the earth in eternal scorn of those fortunate enough to gain eternal life like you. Unlike the humans, you have a perfect body that will never die. Only you can reconstruct the world. And only you can lead others along the path to ingenuity, imagination, and the awe-inspiring power to leave your mark and recreate the world. The path is yours to choose now, and the sacrifice of the humans is burdened upon you and your choices. Whatever you are, the future is yours. This is…Minecraft.
-Excerpt from an anonymously written, untitled book in the Library of Notch