It's 2AM and I can't sleep. So logically, I should get on the Minecraft Forums and post a story about personal experience in Minecraft, right?
Anyway, about four or so weeks ago, I was suddenly stripped of the ability to host my server. Why, you ask? I'm still trying to figure it out; either way, I blame the stupid blackout.
Now homeless, me and my friend Mason no longer had anywhere to carry out our various (mis)adventures. Unfortunately.
So we do the next best thing: We find other people's servers!
I wanted to find a good one. One with PvP, to keep it interesting. We started trying out various "anarchy" (no-rules) servers, but were never able to find one whose connections were bearable.
Fast forward a few days, and we find a pretty good server. Decent connection, rather new-ish, Factions Plugin, PvP; all that. I believe its name was MortalCraft.
The server was, I believe, quite standard. Small town at spawn, a total safe zone, surrounded by an evidently indestructible wooden fence, which in turn is surrounded by a "War Zone", an are where PvP is allowed, but placing and breaking blocks were disabled, which, itself, was surrounded by "wilderness", the "anything goes" area.
When we started, everything seemed great!
We walked got our asses away from the spawn, making sure nobody was "camping" at the perimeters of the safe zone. We made it a short distance before noticing a small, wooden shack, placed promptly atop the peak of a mountain. We walked inched our way up to it. This was some scary stuff man. Unarmed, no items, approaching an unknown shack.
Then it popped up in the text. *blah-blah territory - description*
Oh man, oh man. We were behind enemy lines now.
But. Having nothing to lose, we pressed on.
Mason, who needs to keep his render-distance on Tiny, fell behind. But I hadn't noticed; I was too focused on raiding this mother.
What happens next still makes me laugh, even today.
First: The faction had apparently claimed a good amount of land. Which would be great. Were it not for the fact that their base was just outside the claimed area, meaning I could break the blocks it was made of.
Second: The block I broke unveiled a small room. Inside, which was a chest. Also there, 2 members of the faction leaving the same room. I place the crosshairs over the chest, right-clicked, and got all those items as fast I could. As I was removing the items, one of the members of the faction I was stealing from walks outside, stares at me, and does nothing to stop me from making away with his Faction's stuff. he literally, just stood there.
Third, and Last: I booked it. I guess the guy had finally come to his sense and realized what I was doing. Jeez. It was a like a friggin' action movie car chase. To make things even more difficult, it was taking place on a steep mountain face. Do you know how hard it is to run on a steep mountain face? Eventually, my food bar ran too low to continue running, so I slammed down the "I" key, clicked and dragged a stone sword I found earlier into my hotbar, and fought.
And I won. I was so happy then.
After Mason finally caught up, we wandered around, until were eventually killed by a wandering swordsman.
The events after that had little to no variation.
Die, Die, Die, Die, Make a small home!, have your dreams crushed and DIE.
Also, we realized we need a faction. And thats how the Faction "Rogue" was born.
We did, however, almost settle down. It was an awesome little burrow-cave thing. Had a chest with all our stuff, an anvil for repairing items, a mineshaft to bedrock, and, yes, even diamonds.
We had failed to realize, that the "remote location" we thought we settled in, was less than 200 meters from faction base of the largest, most powerful faction, Magmacore.
I still hate those guys for raiding us.
Guess what? After that, more dying. Surprise, surprise.
After getting into the flow of things, and learning "how things worked around here", we became very systematic.
Our first change in strategy, though: Why in the hell do we keep hanging around weaponless? So first priority shifted to getting armed.
Our next change in strategy: Why the hell do we keep staying so near spawn? So we moved. I'm not sure if it's overdoing it, but we agreed on 1000,1000 (in X,Z coordinates) That became our goal. Our "promised land". It took a while to get there though. People just will not leave you alone, even if you aren't carrying anything. Which is how I realized my third change in strategy.
Use Bows: Seriously. You'd be surprised at how underutilized these things are. I got a few kills by luring people into the water, them thinking all I had was a sword, then pulling out a bow and totally owning them.
When we settled down for the 3rd, and last, time, there was a base, that was built very close to ours. I think it was pure luck that they decided to set down within the same vicinity as us, in the middel fo nowhere. Although we allied with them, it was an empty gesture command, because as soon as they were offline, I went to go raid them. I instantly unallied, and started for there house.
One thing you should probably know, is that I had no idea you could claim other faction's land. So getting into their home to steal their stuff? Impossible. I tried glitching in, but it was pretty useless, since I couldn't open the chests once inside anyway. So I concocted a devious solution to this devious problem. TNT cannons.
Way to over complicate raiding, huh?
In short, it worked, but it didn't.
I just leave it at that.
1 week later...
We have an awesome hovel in the middle of nowhere. We're well stocked with materials of all sorts. Life is great. I'm comfortable with the workings of the server.
Time for major raiding.
I tried to use the X-Ray Texture packs as little as possible, sticking with the built in "/f map" feature instead.
I got on while everyone else was off, went to every base I could find (5 in total), and raided the crap outta' them. I even got back at those damned Magmacores. >:]
Taking advantage of both the Faction Home feature, and the Personal Home feature, taking items back to base was a breeze.
Then the server's connections became unbearably laggy.
We couldn't continue playing there anymore.
And, yeah. That's my story.
I'm glad you took the time to read this rubbish, the complete and utter product of bordom.
Even the title is garbage. Mason and I still play on a PvP server, just a different one. So it wasn't even a brief experience. You can't even trust the damn title!