Saturday with Sach: My First Night
We don't talk enough, you and I.
Yes, I mean you! Let's face it, we all come here for the same thing (Minecraft stuff), and it's a pretty safe bet that we all like Minecraft stuff, right? With Minecon 2013 rapidly approaching, and the massive 1.7 update looming on the horizon, I thought I'd take a minute to look back on the history of Minecraft, and how it affected me personally.
I started playing this game back in 2010, right on the leading edge of the Alpha/Beta transition. Remember Minecraft back then? Quite a different game, wasn't it? The ability to throw eggs was a new thing. Tools were (until Beta 1.0) self-repairing, if you threw them on the ground. Tool-tips were brand new. There was even a brief period where . Hard to believe, right? Seems like an eternity since the days before beds, colored wool, and a million other things (both massive and minuscule) were added to our favorite game.
ANCIENT HISTORY - MY FIRST NIGHT
My first time in Minecraft was like many people's first time; wander aimlessly, try desperately to figure out what to do without any clear instructions, give up with that and start punching things until it makes sense, get wood from randomly punching a tree, and accidentally figuring out how to make my first tool. As I remember it, the first tool I accidentally made was a wooden shovel. Incredibly proud of this accomplishment, I named my shovel "Ted". Not the most useful first tool, but it would prove to be my saving grace later. What I wouldn't have given for item frames back then.
It was at this point where I started experimenting rather heavily with crafting. Doors are an easy thing to stumble across when spamming wood planks in the crafting table (which I also found by accident), so I excitedly made a fresh new door, still covered in scratches and dents from my pathetic attempts to craft it with a shovel. Now, what is a door without a home to put it on? Not yet savvy to house-building, I figured my only option was to put this masterpiece of entryway technology in the opening of a cave I'd been digging into for a good part of the day, with my splinter-prone pickaxe.
Then, night fell. Those of you around before beds were introduced know how this part goes. If you're already tired of reading, I'll cut to the chase and say there was a lot of screaming.
NIGHT FALLS, NEW FRIENDS ARRIVE
So yea, there was a lot of screaming. My first zombie visitors weren't as big a concern as other games had led me to believe they should be - none of them were running at me on fire, or screaming about brains, that I could tell - and Ted was sufficient for knocking them off the cliff-side I'd installed my masterpiece door into. Somewhere in my excited daytime tunneling, I'd forgotten about a cave system that I had opened up from my amateur room-carving expedition. Deep in the recesses of that horrible place spawned what would be a lifelong nemesis of mine, and no doubt many of the builders among you. Facing outward from my cave home, batting zombies off the cliff with Ted like some kind of crazed cricket player, I didn't notice the silent danger creeping up behind me. Even when it started hissing, the panic hadn't yet set in.
Then, suddenly, I was gone in an explosion. So was most of my cave. Worst of all, my masterpiece door got blown somewhere I couldn't reach, and it was lost forever.
Good thing I was able to find Ted. He was the real hero in the end.
AND NOW, YOU
I've been taking up a lot of space reliving my first terror-inducing night in Minecraft, but now, I want to hear YOUR story! What were your first memories of Minecraft? When did you first start playing? Can you remember your first night? Let's hear about it!
Create new world survival
8 pigs and cows at spawn,
huge forest nearby,
mountains to live in,
3 sheep,
pumpkins,
*Survives for about 20 nights until death by ghast*
NEVERMIND I NEVER WANT TO PLAY CRAPPY OLD MINECRAFT BETA EVER AGAIN THE RESOURCE PACK IS ENOUGH DONT SCARE ME I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID!
I first downloaded the game on September the 18th, 2010, on the day of the last seecret update in mid-late Alpha (those were the days). I was told about the minecraft wiki when I first started playing, so I didn't really have any crafting problems. I saw that I needed torches to keep the monsters at bay and so I went and explored the terrain for coal. I spent a good portion of that day with my crappy wooden pick and shovel looking for coal, but it seemed to elude me; it was nowhere to be found. Now, there weren't any beds or charcoal or things of that nature when I began playing, so I was kind of forced to spend the night in darkness. On top of that, I hadn't created a home to settle myself in because I spent the entire day looking for coal. I don't quite remember how I got my first death, but what I do remember is that mobs like to spawn camp, so I pretty much died immediately after respawning. At this point I was in a mad panic and I decided to make a panic bunker a few meters ahead of my spawn point. This bunker consisted of a stairway into the ground, which I sealed off with dirt. Then, the next morning, I headed out and found coal and in that same mountain where I found coal, I built my home. I still have that world and all of the things I built in it.
Lol, what happened?
I wandered around aimlessly for hours just exploring the randomness and coming back after Minecraft stopped redrawing it's screen to try try again. I learned the hard way that ugly green armless men (creepers) wanted to find me and kill me!
One of the first early experiences I remember once Minecraft really settled down was building my first base, such as it was. It was a room hollowed out to 7 tiles high and about 12 x 12 or thereabouts in size despite the fact that we could only reach about 4 tiles high and filled with double chests all spaced out on the floor for storing resources in. Before I left that world, I had created a somewhat long minecart rail system, complete with powered minecart which propelled me along to a digging area. :-)
Another early experience was before they introduced biomes, but after beds were invented and made the night go away: I got lost exploring around my base, swum away from all of the monsters trying to kill me and after a lot of swimming, decided to build a new hidey-hole, I finally found a nice-looking location, and started building and renovating the interior, only to find as I was digging and backfilling the back of a hill out, expanding my space as I went, that my old hidey hole was less than twenty blocks away from me, complete with door!
The early days of Minecraft were the most interesting, this was when creepers would come over and blow you up one after the other and you had to be mindful of your spawn point which could also be filled with mobs hanging around waiting for you to respawn if you chose to respawn at night! Nowadays, I get wool, and resources for the first night, and go off and find a nice looking location to dig out a hidey-hole or somewhere safe! I dug into one spot in my early days and discovered a spider spawner complete with these spiders who were crazy about trying to fit into a 1-wide gap to kill me!
Cheers ...
BrickVoid
Make one. <3
The story is truely inspiring. True bootifulness.