I have an important message to spread to you all. It just may be the most important message you ever read.
Like many of you, before the update including experience orbs, killing myself was often a convenient option, an option I took all the time. If I were low on health, to save on food, many times I would stash my personal inventory in a nice big chest and go bop off a cliff, reborn with full health AND a full pantry.
Or after a not particularly lucky jaunt in the deep, having found perhaps a nice nugget of coal to show for traveling hundreds of chunks away, a swim in a lava pit could instantly relieve me of my P.O.S. stone shovel, 2,240 cubic meters of dirt, and a long, shameful walk back home.
Examples abound of situations in which death had its incentives.
But now that I accrue experience, I see the breath of life all around me, I have a new lease on it, and I take it by the horns. My love for life is never stronger as I kneel over my enchantment table.
Why, just the other day, I dropped into a hidden nether-pit. Unable to find my way back up before I began to starve, and having exhausted my tools, a lime-colored, orb-shaped voice whispered to me, "Johnson Mudde, you must not die." With ten dancing outlines of poultry legs, and nine and a half dancing outlines of hearts as my only companions, I clawed my way through nearly a kilometer of netherrack to my purple portal. All for the love of that sweet yellow number 39. Once I would have taken the coward's way out, by telling a ghast that its mother is a jellyfish, soon after to find myself safe and sound by my bed. But I am changed. Even as I write I dig netherrack from my fingernails with my II bane of arthropods sword.
And that is why experience orbs saved my life. Please let this thread be a place for your personal stories of experience-orb-style redemption. Thanks for reading, and God bless.
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Like many of you, before the update including experience orbs, killing myself was often a convenient option, an option I took all the time. If I were low on health, to save on food, many times I would stash my personal inventory in a nice big chest and go bop off a cliff, reborn with full health AND a full pantry.
Or after a not particularly lucky jaunt in the deep, having found perhaps a nice nugget of coal to show for traveling hundreds of chunks away, a swim in a lava pit could instantly relieve me of my P.O.S. stone shovel, 2,240 cubic meters of dirt, and a long, shameful walk back home.
Examples abound of situations in which death had its incentives.
But now that I accrue experience, I see the breath of life all around me, I have a new lease on it, and I take it by the horns. My love for life is never stronger as I kneel over my enchantment table.
Why, just the other day, I dropped into a hidden nether-pit. Unable to find my way back up before I began to starve, and having exhausted my tools, a lime-colored, orb-shaped voice whispered to me, "Johnson Mudde, you must not die." With ten dancing outlines of poultry legs, and nine and a half dancing outlines of hearts as my only companions, I clawed my way through nearly a kilometer of netherrack to my purple portal. All for the love of that sweet yellow number 39. Once I would have taken the coward's way out, by telling a ghast that its mother is a jellyfish, soon after to find myself safe and sound by my bed. But I am changed. Even as I write I dig netherrack from my fingernails with my II bane of arthropods sword.
And that is why experience orbs saved my life. Please let this thread be a place for your personal stories of experience-orb-style redemption. Thanks for reading, and God bless.
Ha!Ha!This is the only funny thing on this thread.
WELL THEN THAT CERTAINLY MAKES THIS THREAD OFFENSIVE AND OBSOLETE.
Jerk.