I watch Steve's world drown as he slowly sinks underwater. He is slowly being drug by the current... the current of opinion. It seems that these beings want mr. Steve to do their bidding and not let him enjoy himself. I watch Steve all the time and I know this, he wants to be free. Free Steve! Let him have more time to play and less time mining. It doesn't matter where Steve might place on a silly leaderboard. If Steve wants a diamond house, let him have one. I shall marvel at its sparkle in the twilight as I watch from a far off heel or cliff.
Steve doesn't want to end up like me, a cursed soul... one that can not be spoken of. Let him build to the sky and do not restrict him. His cobblestone towers are beautiful.
Let Steve live! Let him build crazy pyramids of gold. Let him construct a castle of obsidian. Let him pave streets with iron blocks. I promise I won't let him forget to have fun. I am there to remind him... and you... life is short.
Too many rules ruin imagination and creativity.
The voice that whispers in the wind shall guide you home.
There are so many completely inaccurate things I could point out in this thread. For the sake of the forums, however, we must keep both of our differing thoughts to ourselves. Kay?
I watch Steve's world drown as he slowly sinks underwater. He is slowly being drug by the current... the current of opinion. It seems that these beings want mr. Steve to do their bidding and not let him enjoy himself. I watch Steve all the time and I know this, he wants to be free. Free Steve! Let him have more time to play and less time mining. It doesn't matter where Steve might place on a silly leaderboard. If Steve wants a diamond house, let him have one. I shall marvel at its sparkle in the twilight as I watch from a far off heel or cliff.
Steve doesn't want to end up like me, a cursed soul... one that can not be spoken of. Let him build to the sky and do not restrict him. His cobblestone towers are beautiful.
Let Steve live! Let him build crazy pyramids of gold. Let him construct a castle of obsidian. Let him pave streets with iron blocks. I promise I won't let him forget to have fun. I am there to remind him... and you... life is short.
Too many rules ruin imagination and creativity.
The voice that whispers in the wind shall guide you home.
I'm watching you... do not talk about me.... you will get in trouble
Ok?
Creative mode will allow him to pave the streets with iron blocks and make a house of diamond?