How about the structure block?
Can you talk about it?
This is cool and useful, thanks!
This is the best map I've ever played, except maybe for one Arcadia something that was great too. The world looks beautiful and it takes you in a mostly linear adventure but at the same time it lets you explore the church at depth. It was extremely satisfactory when I managed to unlock a new area, or when you believed you had wandered off the church into one of the dungeons and suddenly you found yourself back there. The minigames had brilliant redstone. My favorite was the match game against God.
I only cheated once, in the moment when you fall into a hole and needed to use the dirt to go back up, I misplaced one of them, and I broke it, since it was the only way to progress. The map has the right difficulty, and it feels alive even without all the fancy commands other maps have. The final video almost made me cry.
Okay, let me see...
This is what I think you and the OP said:
1: Minecraft's youtube community is oversaturated and butchered.
2: You defeat someone in PvP and they whine about "you h4cking".
3: Lots of players have gotten bored with building and want to do nothing but PvP.
4: Mojang is changing the game to appeal to this people, and they make combat even more complicated and begin to stop adding tons of new blocks.
These are my answers:
1: Watching Youtube is not related at all to the enjoyment you can get out of a game. Also, read Taigona's comment above.
2: That is true. Does it suck? Yes. Does it ruin a game? No. There are still plenty of nice players out there, and the ones who aren't won't stick with you for long if you're in a big server and you can call the operators if you're in a small one.
3: And it's fine! Saying building is objectively better than PvPing is plain elitist. Also, building is usually an activity people do alone or with friends in private servers, and they get into other servers to PvP, so you only see them doing that last thing.
4: 1.10 added bone blocks, magma blocks, nether wart blocks red nether bricks and structure blocks, while I'm pretty sure there wasn't a change to the combat system. Also, I don't get what's wrong with Mojang trying to make their players happy.
This is my story! Feel free to ask anything you'd like and comment if you liked it!
Images of the main characters!:
The Killer Pixie:
Steve had digged a hole in the floor that night, sealing it with a block of dirt.
His eyes were wide open, and he was breathing too fast. He was not afraid about them. He didn't care about the zombies that bursted into his house, nor about the skeleton that shot his father down, nor about the creeper that blew Alex up.
He only cared about it. About the thing he had seen. It barely had a shape, but there was something in it... It wasn't evil. But it was something he wasn't supposed to see. Nobody was supposed to see it. If that unbreakeable rock hadn't broken, nothing bad would have happened. What Steve saw down there would never leave, it would never escape his head. He was now part of the Void. But he wasn't the only one.
Steve heard footsteps above him. Monsters moaning, without a trace of their old souls. He crouched and expected they didn't noticed him. The steps got closer, and small pieces of dirt fell on his face. He tried to conceal a scream. But a sound came out of his mouth. A zombie growled and the footsteps stopped. For a second, he was sure they were digging above him. But, suddenly, he started hearing the monsters again, slowly leaving.
Finally, the noises the creatures made faded away, and he thanked everyone and everything in the world for it. Steve waited a few minutes, just to make sure they were really gone. Then he broke the block of dirt.
The creature that was standing in the border of the hole, staring at him, backlit by the moonlight, was hideous. Steve tried to scream, to place the block of dirt again. At the end, he found himself on his knees, begging for mercy. But the creature, that pitch black creature, would have none. He knew it for its eyes. Its eyes were the Void.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Killer Pixie woke up with a smile on his face. "My birthday, finally!" he thought. He wasn´t really called Killer Pixie, and he wasn't a killer at all, but even his closest friends referred to him as Pix or Killpix. He used to like that knickname, he believed people thought he was strong or dangerous. He only understood its real meaning when his uncle William killed a fairy with his bare hands and everyone started calling him Weak William. In that moment, Killer Pixie had understood he was the "Killer Pixie" because of his naive, innocent and kind soul. But he wasn't really thinking about how they called him, specially in such a special day as that day, his twentieth birthday. That wasn´t completely good, though, twenty years meant he had reached full age, and that meant he would have to go to war if he happened to be found and recruited by the Pixie Army. "And I can not go to the army, I would die. The faires would capture me and kill me in my first battle".
The conscription had been operating for three months, after the war for territories against the fairies had intensified, and there were more recruiters in the village each day. Many of his friends had gone to war, at least he may see them again.
He stretched in bed, and then he stood up and went down the stairs in the hollow log that worked as his and his parents house, trying to hide the worry he felt.
"Hello?" he asked, "anyone there?" "A surprise party, maybe?" Nobody answered. Finally, he got to the kitchen, with the logs and the stairs that worked like a table and chairs. His family was there, "Even Uncle William!" he realized.
"Surprise!" they all said.
"Wow! I can´t believe you're all here! I thought you were fighting in the war, uncle!" he answered, happy to see Weak William again.
"I was, but I had to go see you. You're twenty now! And guess what? While I was coming, I got some ingredients, we can make a cake!". That surprised Killer Pixie, the village had few resources and he had never eaten cake. He almost forgot about his parents, that were trying to congratulate him too.
"Happy birthday, son", said his mother. There was certain sadness in his voice, “She knows I'll be recruited”
"Thanks, mom and dad, for everything", he said with a smile. "Shall we make the cake?"
"Well, there's only a small ingredient left", William said. "We need an egg, would you mind coming to the woods with me and help me look for one?"
"Sure. Let's get going!" “I really want some cake”, he thought.
A few minutes later, Killer Pixie and Weak William were exploring the woods surrounding the village. He was a bit scared, as he never had ventured outside the town. “The fairies are outside”, he remembered.
"Are you scared?", William asked while they walked. "This place is safe, fairies never venture so far into our territory."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm su..." William was interrupted by an arrow coming from behind that travelled through his chest. He only had time to look down and see it before another two arrows hit him in the back of his head. He fell in the grass, face down. Killer Pixie was too confused to react at all, until a group of about ten fairies came from behind the leaves of the oak trees surrounding him.
They looked like normal human women, except for their bright, colorful, butterfly wings and their beauty. Even the one that looked like the leader, with multiple facial scars and a completely shaved head, looked completely stunning. Three of them carried bows, and they all had iron armor. When Killer Pixie saw them, he instantly understood what had happened, he fell on his knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. “Fairies never venture so far into our territory. This place is safe.”
"NO!!! Don't, please!" he cried. The fairies only looked at him. They all seemed amused, except for the leader.
"I'll kill him" she said. She grabbed a beautiful sword, it wasn't made of wood, gold, stone, or diamond. It was red, like her wings and eyes. "My name is Flijax" she said to Killer Pixie. He had heard about her. Flijax, the Queen of Fairies, with her beautiful red wings. She was a terrible legend amongst pixies.
"Please! Don't!" “Fairies never venture so far into our territory. This place is safe.” Two fairies forced him to look down, and he waited for the sword falling above his neck, but he never felt it. When he raised his head, another battle had started.
He saw humans, he saw Flyjax killing a horse, he saw two men stabbing a brown haired fairy with diamond swords and he saw, almost as if everything had happened in a second, tens of dead men, and five dead fairies. The rest of them was defeated by a group of about twenty five men, dressed with complete diamond armor and carrying diamond swords. Their leader was a green bearded man on horseback, for a second Killer Pixie thought it was William, before he remembered he was dead. The bearded man circled him and the surviving fairies.
"We got nice material here!" he said, laughing. "We'll take the pixie and the bald fairy, the rest are yours"
"But she has an advantage!" Said another man.
"That's easy to fix". Another human looked at Flijax and smiled. Then he grabbed a diamond axe and approached her. The piercing cry of the Queen of the Fairies when he cut her red wings echoed throughout the
Killer Pixie was too disturbed to think properly. The only things fitting in his head were the arrows that murdered Weak William and the blood that bursted out of Flijax's back. He thought the men belonged to the pixie army.
"Are you going to recruit me?" he asked, still crying. "I can't go! I have a family! I need to stay! Please! I can't go to the Pixie Army!" The bearded man looked at him, puzzled. Then he laughed.
"We're not recruiters!" he said. "Well, not from the pixie army."
Chapter 2: No Wings, No Fairy?
Flijax felt slightly envious when she looked at the pixie sleeping in the minecart. She was too alert to even try it, and she kept feeling a stinging pain in the place where her wings used to be. She would have kept them, at least to remember them, but the bearded man kicked her in her face when she crouched to take them after the slaughter.
After that, the group traveled for exactly twenty and eight sunsets without ever stopping, but counting the days, the hours, the minutes, or the powered rails wasn't the only thing Flijax did. She was always trying to find a way to escape, but it would not be easy. She was in the middle of the line of minecarts, and all the men kept bows with arrows and splash potions of slowness, damage and poison. She had discovered that one day when the pixie asked too many things to the man behind him and he threw one to him. Flijax was next to the pixie in the line of minecarts, and the potion splashed her too. She felt a strong pain in the stomach, and her shoulder swelled so much that she thought it would blow up, not to speak what happened to the pixie. Fortunately, the swelling completely disappeared in a few seconds and she quickly felt better.
The young pixie kept trying to speak with the humans, but they didn't payed him any attention. To Flijax, instead, he never said a word. That didn't bothered her at all. They had traveled through mountains, a desert and under the ground, and she had never opened her mouth, neither for the murderers of her friends, nor for a weak member of the most pathetic race that had ever existed. The pixies were scum, no fairy knew exactly why, but they all knew they were.
Suddenly, Flijax opened her eyes and she realized she had slept for the first time during the journey. She slowly looked around and saw they were on a savanna. To the left, there was a tall cliff, and beyond, the sea. To the right, a roofed forest started. The men in the minecarts ahead were in a heated discussion about cake and stew and, in the one behind her, the pixie looked at the sky, surprisingly quiet. Nobody was looking at her.
It all happened in a second. Flijax could have jumped off the minecart, and sprinted towards the forest, but she remembered the pixie. For some reason, she quickly turned back and hopped on his cart. She almost felt like flying for a second, using her wings again, before she landed. She pushed the minecart off the track and used it to shield her and the pixie from the arrow she instinctively knew it was coming towards them. Then, she grabbed him, covered him with her body to protect him and ran for the woods.
She blocked everything. The pain caused by an arrow in her thigh, the men shouting and stopping the minecarts. She only perceived them when she was deep in the forest, running away from the track with the pixie.
“Thank you”, he said. Flijax didn't answered.
“Who are you?”, Flijax asked, ready to fight. He didn't answered.
“Please! We need help! There are some people chasing us!”, cried the pixie. Flijax was about to tell him to shut up when the being spoke.
“Come with me”
Chapter 3: No Wings, No Fairy
Why me? Why it had to be me?
That was the only question the Killer Pixie made to himself while running behind Flijax and the strange creature that would supposedly help them. He had abandoned all hope. Not when his uncle William had died, nor when he had been captured, but in that moment, while he ran through the seemingly endless forest and for some reason knew what lied ahead was just the same thing that was chasing them, somehow.
The light was making its way through the leaves of the woods and dazzled the pixie. Sunrise, or maybe sunset. It could as well be midday or midnight, it could be the moonlight, or a village on fire. People surrounded him, a fairy, humans, he didn't care about them, he knew he had to run, but he also knew he was doomed. So he just thought,
Maybe he had done something wrong, maybe someone wanted to hurt him. Or maybe it was Flijax's fault.
"You idiot! You're taking us back to the tracks!". The fairy was screaming at the black creature, without stopping running. Killer Pixie blinked several times and looked at them. He knew she didn't trusted their helper, but she had followed him without any hesitation. Maybe she had no hope anymore, like him. But no, Flijax had never been a real victim during their trip. Somehow she had kept herself deep inside her body, where she was still the queen of fairies and had a great pair of red wings. He had known people with that kind of pride back in his village. Many were meant to be important, but many others just died, killed by fairies or by their own braveness. He was never a part of that kind of people, he didn't like taking any risks, but then,
Killer Pixie's thoughts vanished when he tripped against a minecart. He fell on the grass and rolled a few blocks. It was like an awakening, a burst of hope came to his mind, ironically, when he stood up and looked as Flijax, the creature and himself were surrounded by the humans, near the minecart track. The green bearded man took a step ahead, smiling, and spoke,as if he was just acknowledging someone for finding his tools, "Thanks for taking them back to us, buddy, what's your name?",
"I am Alan, and I want to play", answered the creature without showing any emotion.
"Oh, well, that's sad, 'cause happens we already got all the players we need", said the bearded man with a mocking sad face. Killer Pixie didn't understand what they were talking about, but he listened carefully. Flijax stood without moving, looking menacingly at Alan. She seemed ready to fight. He believed it was probably her most glorious moment, the queen of fairies had been mutilated and captured, yet she kept on foot, unbroken.
She is very beautiful, he thought. And strong.
"That's easy to fix", said Alan. He unsheathed his sword and jumped towards Flijax. Three quick slashes were enough against a disarmed enemy and the queen of the fairies never stepped back until she fell on her knees, and then face-down, without a sound. The blood pouring out of her chest flowed at her sides, and took the form of two beautiful red wings, amazing the Killer Pixie. The bearded man kicked the corpse, similng; then he looked at Alan and pointed to an empty minecart, "What are you waiting for? Hop in!"
Chapter 4: Arrival
Thanks MetaDestroyer for letting me use his character!
His adventure had started when he was captured along with Alice, one of his makers. She had been the first person MetaDestroyer had seen when he was turned on for the first time. She was also the only of his creators still alive. They made his body black, with shiny red and yellow stripes all over his metallic cover. He was able to see through a visor on his head, covered by red glass. It was highly advanced technology, specially when Alice proposed his makers to give him
emotions. She was always like that, kind and lovely, and MetaDestroyer had developed a strong affection for her.
They had travelled for days through a long railway, caught by other people. MetaDestroyer felt bad for not being able to do what he was made for, he was a war robot. The travel through the railway had ended suddenly, joining with other rails into a big city he had never heard of. The buildings were hundred of blocks tall and, beyond them, people rested, lying on the sand of the beach. Alice tried to ask for help, but nobody payed her any attention. They had travelled for a few minutes more and a gargantuan shape started to appear in the horizon, backlighted by the setting sun. At first, MetaDestroyer thought it was a mountain, but when the minecart caravan got closer, he had found out it was a building.
“Ohhhh” Alice whispered.
The building looked astonishing with its quartz walls and its colored windows so large, a giant, like the ones from the legends, could walk through them. Above, a gold pilar rested upon a dome made of huge gemstones, emeralds and diamonds. The sun reflected on its top and created a light beam falling on the building's entrance, an iron bars gate covered with exotic wood. When the minecarts approached the building, a complex mechanism raised the gate, and the caravan came into a hall, with a rug representing a battle scene and three arches leading to other rooms. Many people were already in the hall, thought they weren't even close to fill it. A few of them wore the armor of the people who kidnapped Alice and MetaDestroyer, but most of them looked like captives. They definitely came from many different places, as they looked very different among each other. MetaDestroyer was specially curious about a young boy, with blond hair, blue eyes, and an arrogant grin on his thick lips, followed closely by a scaled green creature with red eyes, which frightened him.
The last person he noticed was a pink-skinned young man, with a big mouth, squatting in the corner of the hall, shaking and crying.
"Alice, what is happening to him?", asked MetaDestroyer pointing at the pink man. Alice had been mute since they entered the building, but she blinked and answered.
"Let's go ask him", but, when they were about to talk with him, they started hearing strong explosion sounds. A large group of people, all in diamond armor, entered the hall from the front arch, escorting an unarmored man in fancy clothing. All the captives stopped talking to look at him.
"Welcome, my friends!", he said with a loud voice. Then he started saying something else, but was interrupted by the blond boy.
"I demand to know were we are! Answer me, I'm from the nobility!" The man laughed and replied smiling,
"This are the Survival Games, and being a noble won't save you"
The hall bursted in chaos.
Chapter 5: Stars
Thanks Pr0kKiLler for submitting a character!
Pr0kKiLler took another bunch of arrows from the chest in the training room, he was still wearing his brown and black clothes, and a scarf covered his neck and mouth. He had been shooting the whole day, partially to keep in shape, but mostly because it was the only thing that reminded him of his times as a guardian, in the icy palaces, far north.
He was not afraid of the Survival Games, he had faced worst things when he protected the secrets beyond the great spikes, using only his deadly acuracy.
That didn't save him from being captured, though.
He traveled in minecarts along with another prisioner, caught before him. There was an orange and blue shape drawn on his face, and his hair was bright red. When Pr0kKiLler asked him his name, he said he liked to be called Rocket. Rocket spent his time looking at the sky, he said there were things in those bright spots, the stars, and that he would travel there one day and meet the starmen. Pr0kKiLler wasn't sure about what he said, but he never considered it ridiculous. He himself had seen many things people would never believe.
The rest of the trip was quiet, then, they arrived at the city and were told about the Survival Games. Its mechanicals were not complicated, 24 persons were put into an arena and forced to fight to the death, until there was only one standing. The most repulsive part of it was millions of people watched and enjoyed the bloodbath. Pr0kKiLler would normally refuse to fight, but his duty was out there, in the north, and he had to survive.
The people that captured them gave a room to each couple of players, Rocket and him got one in the third floor of the building. It was homely, wooden floor, a table, a large fireplace surrounded by stone bricks, and paintings on the walls. A corridor leaded to another room with two beds, and a window on both sides from which Pr0kKiLler and Rocket could see the whole city. The light came from dust-like, dark yellow blocks. Pr0kKiLler spent most of his time in the room, there and in the training area
They had been taken there the day after arriving, He have had a good night, and he was ready to start practicing with a bow. He hadn't talked to anyone at first, but when the guards appeared at noon, with food, Rocket sat at his side, along with three other persons. One looked like a normal woman, with black hair wrapped in a ponytail and blue eyes, her name was Alice. The other two were really strange. The one who introduced himself as Pix was pink, and had a huge mouth twisted into a worried grimace, the other, MetaDestroyer, was black, red and yellow, and didn't looked like a living creature. The main conversation topic was the stars.
“I know there's someone up there”, Rocket used to said, smiling. “One day I'll meet them. Maybe all of us come from the stars”.
Pix always looked at them, astonished. Maybe he wishes to be there, Pr0kKiLler thought. Who wouldn't prefer the stars to the
He kept talking with Rocket, Pix, Alice and MetaDestroyer the next day, and the next one, training the whole night with the bow.
When the sunlight was already appearing on the horizon, and the stars started to dissapear, he placed the bow and the arrows in a chest and went to his room, he had heard from MetaDestroyer something important would happen in the morning. When he sat on his bed Pr0kKiLler almost didn't realize Rocket wasn't there. He stood up, startled. A cat he had never seen was sleeping next to Rocket's bed, and a song of an undescriptible beauty came out of the jukebox they had in the room. He found out the glass of the right window was broken and he feared Rocket had jumped, but he did not see anything when he looked down,
and it was impossible anyone survived that fall. He didn't managed to fall asleep again.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened that morning, and Rocket didn't appeared. Pr0kKiLler wasn't sure what to tell everyone when they asked him what had happened. That night he decided going to sleep early, but he was surprised when nobody left the training room at the usual hour. A group of guards appeared and took everybody to a place they had never been before, outside the building. There was a quartz stairway in a semicircle shape, with hundreds of persons standing on them, like in an auditory. There was also a podium in front of the semicircle, and the man that had introduced them when they arrived was standing on it. The players were placed between the two structures.
“Hello!”, said the man. The people in the stairway clapped loudly, and shouted, excited.
“Thank you, thank you”, he said smiling. “As you all probably know, we're here today to introduce you to this year's players, and they definitely look promising!” The audience clapped again. Then the man started inviting players to the podium, and asking them to say their names, followed by more clappings. The first one was called Brayan, a big man who had difficulty to speak the language normally. Brayan was nice, but dangerous, he had formed an alliance with the most powerful players. He was followed by Alice and a black creature in a hoodie called Alan. The moon was at the top of Pr0kKiLler's head when they called him, people was confused when he pronounced his name, but he just left the podium as fast as he could. Then the man called
“Wow! What are you supposed to be? I think you're one of the oddest things I've seen in this games, and I've been in this bussiness for more than twenty years!” The people clapped again, but MetaDestroyer stood quiet.
“So, what's your name?”, asked the man.
“MetaWhat? Okay, I'll guess I'll call you... Ladies and gentlemen, Randy!” MetaDestroyer looked at the man for a second, if a robot can make a surprised face, then the face he made was one.
At the end, everyone had already told their names, except for Pix. He walked very slowly, clearly worried. When the man asked him for his name, he stammered, and looked up. Pr0kKiLler thought he was going to start crying, but a grin appeared in his face. He had never smiled since the moment Pr0kKiLler met him.
“I'm the Killer Pixie”.
In the sky, a trail of smoke lead upwards, and, in the tallest point, a bright new star had appeared.
Chapter 6: Born to Run
Remember, stay in the middle.
Pixie took a last look at his surroundings. The 23 "players" were all standing on small iron platforms, forming a circle around a kiosk with plenty of chests. They were in an abandoned part of the city, vines grew in the monumental stone walls of the buildings, but they were on a huge dirt hole someone had dugged in the middle of the street. The crater had contacted a wide sewer, and the Killer Pixie considered it as a viable mean of escaping when the Games started, before remembering he was supposed to stay in the hole with Meta, Alice and Pr0kKiLlEr. They would loot what they could from the chests and defend the place.
The platform at his right was empty. Rocket had pulled a great feat when he escaped, and they never found a replacement player. He was ready, he would overcome the fear of the slaughter that was about to happen and stick with his teammates.
Okay, let's do this!
He ran away, naturally. Without even thinking, he headed off to the nearest border of the hole, and pulled himself up. He only looked back once, wondering what would his friends think, before seeing the blond kid from the land where only slaves had names getting struck in the head by a glowing iron sword wielded by Roluth, his not-so-faithful bodyguard. Then, he just kept running.
When he got out of the crater, his heart was almost beating out of his chest, and fright had blinded him. The only thing he could hear was the screaming, and he just knew he had to go to the opposite place to the one where it came from. After some time, it could have been a few seconds, or maybe hours, he stopped. He was in a forest, and he couldn't see the city anywhere. All around him, there were nothing but trees... and Alan, wearing an iron helmet an carrying a sword of the same material. He stared at Pixie for a nanosecond, before running to him.
The sword struck him in the waist, and he screamed in pain. Pixie didn't try to talk again, and, thinking of Flijax, ran away, naturally. He could practically feel the breath of Alan on his neck, and the pain wasn't helping him to run faster.
It's over now. I could have died helping Flijax, or Uncle William, but I was always too scared. Why am I so useless? So coward?
Then, he saw a ravine in front of him, like if a giant god had scratched the ground. A stream was coming out from a hole in one of the rocky sides, and it turned into a thin line of water when it reached the bottom, about eighty feet down.
Coward, huh? said a snarky voice inside him. And, without stopping to think, the Killer Pixie jumped into the ravine, trying to fall on the water.
He missed, naturally, and the last thing he saw was a strange mist coming out of a hollow in the ground.
This is, as you possibly guessed already, a Minecraft Roleplay. It will be about a group of adventurers (you), going on an adventure guided by a GM (me). You'll face many challenges and fight many mobs and rude people. The world is like Vanilla Minecraft, but you're gonna face many special mobs and traps and weird stuff like that, like if you were playing an adventure map, except I may be too lazy to make an actual adventure map. I´m not sure what else I may say so let's get moving!
(Your character can't be a mob, it must belong to the "player" species, but you can say they are a robot or a humanoid lizard or a creeper-man as long as they don't have any special powers).
Backstory: (You don't have to keep vanilla in this part)
How did you arrive to the tavern where the roleplay will start?: (Because all the cool adventures begin in a tavern )
(You can also mention your character traits and personality, if you want to)
Deneth Farmer - MisterSkeltal
MetaDestroyer - MetaDestroyer
John de Montfort-l'Amaury - ayvik
Nakamura Michiyo - Meritania
Matilda - Cakeandcookies1
Mimi Hunter - SuperYuki5
Nate - Ethansito
Darren Malkwood - Sabertooth1114
Welcome readers. This is my first story! I hope you like it and you're free to ask, comment, and enjoy. Just imagine as if all the world was in minecraft.
Chapter 1: The Attack
“Yes, that’s all what I have, Drake. I haven’t received anything else and I won’t receive more weapons until next weekend,” said Harry with a sense of dissappointment in his voice.
“Well, I think that will be enough. How much is this then?” I said, trying to cheer him up.
“Umm… Twenty jewels.”
I scratched my pockets slowly, looking for my jewels and took them, and I looked at Harry again; my brave young friend and also the guy who selled weapons in the village. He wasn’t very tall or strong but he was a good friend. His hair was black like mine, and it looked like mine, to be honest. His eyes were golden like the sun and his face was rather handsome. I remember when we were younger, all the girls from the other villages liked him. I was just the guy next to him. He wore the same kind of clothes everyday; red shoes, black pants that always had a hole on the left leg and a white shirt. He started selling weapons about two years ago and his job has been good. His store wasn’t too big. It was just a little wooden room with a stone floor and his weapons. And it was a boring day so I started singing one of the themes I had composed.
I kept thinking about Harry and his life while I was holding the jewels in my hand. I looked around me. And while the time passed I got trapped in my thoughts more and more. But suddenly I heard something that had fallen onto the floor, which woke me up from my thoughts. They were the jewels that had fallen from my hand.
“Hey, Drake, are you alright?” asked Harry.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah. Don’t worry,” I answered nervously while I put my knees onto the floor to take the jewels.
“You look so nervous, is everything right?”
“Yes, Harry, I’m just tired” I said, trying to make him stop asking me questions. I didn’t want to talk in that moment, but I didn’t want either to be rude so I just answered that. I only wanted to go and hunt some animals for dinner and go back home before evening.
I gave him the jewels and left the store quickly, without saying a single word, as if that way I could erase that shameful situation. Outside, I started walking around the village, visiting all the buildings without any reason. I saw the houses as always, their stone walls, wooden roofs and the same sound of the wooden planks when the people stepped on them. And the houses were completely organized and clean. It was just a normal day in the village. Everyone was working on their stuff and everything was normal. I visited the library to see if I could get an interesting book to read, I also visited the smithy and talked to the smith for few minutes. I know we talked about something interesting but I don’t remember exactly what. I even sat next to a wheat plot just to see it. After an hour I went home and inside everything was normal. My wife was in the kitchen slicing some vegetables for the dinner and my son was playing in the backyard. Everything was organized too, the chairs of the table, the beds, all the clothes were in its place and even the kitchen was clean.
I went to my bedroom and placed the things I had bought on my wooden shelf and I took the book, I sat down on a chair and started reading. It was an interesting book. It was about the different creatures that existed in the kingdoms. It talked about their biology, nature and different minds. I stayed there reading for about an hour.
At four o’clock, I equipped my stuff; my bow, my arrow bag filled with arrows, my three knives and my bag in case of finding something useful. I left home, with the purpose of looking for animals to hunt or, as a second option, to go and visit another village to find more weapons or to go to the forest or the lake, but instead of that I walked around the village again for about an hour, looking if something had changed but as always I found nothing. Then I just entered the tower of the village. It was a tall tower, made of stone and it was a good place to practice archery and also I could see if there were some animals near to hunt.
Then I went upstairs until I reached the top of the tower. I looked around, but I saw nothing. There were no animals or something special. I only saw the desert far away in the north and the road to the Castle Elencore. I pointed to the sky with the bow and shot an arrow to a random place. It hit a bird.
“At least I have something to eat,” I thought.
But when I was going to go and get the bird I saw a little figure of a person running from the desert to the village. I looked at the desert again. There was a huge dust cloud there. I thought it was a sandstorm so I didn’t pay so much attention to it because those sandstorms never reached the village.
I tried to locate from the tower, the place where the bird had fallen. I wanted to go and get it quickly. For a moment I looked again at the desert and I saw that sandstorm closer.
“This is new,” I thought, while I kept staring at it.
Suddenly I saw a bright, coming from the sandstorm. It got closer very quickly. After a few seconds I noticed it was an arrow coming to me. I dodged as fast as he could and I saw the arrow completely nailed on the hard stone of the tower.
“What was that?” I asked desperately.
I looked at the sandstorm one more time and I saw it better. I saw some rock figures but they were like people and they had swords and bows. I remembered the book in that moment but I had no time to think. I breathed heavily and with all my force I shouted as loud as I could.
“Hey! Watch out! We’re being attacked!”
All the villagers, organized and doing all what they had to in a quiet way, suddenly became another dust cloud. Some of them locked the houses and others just ran away as if there was nothing else to live for. I shocked and my reaction was to take my bow and start shooting arrows as crazy from the top of the tower.
While I was shooting at them, I tried to remember what I had read in the book. It said how they were called. My shooting skills worked so well killing some of them but they were too many.
I heard a noise behind me. It was another dust cloud. I pointed at them thinking it was another group of enemies but it wasn’t. Fortunately, I didn’t shoot at them because it was the King and his knights. I stopped shooting arrows for a while and saw the exciting fight between our enemies and the King while I kept trying to remember the name of the enemies.
I realized they were very strong and powerful then I took my bow again and continued shooting as crazy. I thought we were winning but suddenly I felt a kind of earthquake which made me fell onto the tower floor. I stood up as fast as I could and I looked down.
I noticed our enemies had destroyer the base of the tower and it was falling like a tree. I gave up and I thought it was my end while I was falling. I just saw a light and my vision became black when I remembered the name of the enemies.
Do you remember that Drake liked to compose music?
Here are the themes:
Next themes will be released soon.
Please, people cry about anything new. Besides, no game can keep someone occupied 24/7 for infinity. People have other things in life they may attend to as well.
"They added an atmospheric mob to make the game less dead and add a small challenge? How dare they! I must complain about it to mojang!"
This, this, this. This has been the case for literally every update I've been lurking around the forums for since the Horse Update, and I'm certain it has been the case for long before then as well. People begged Mojang for horses, and then complained about them when they were added in full release 1.6. People wanted improvements to the world generation that the Adventure Update supposedly "ruined", and then complained when full release 1.7 added new biomes and a temperature system to make biome generation more logical. People whined that oceans were too empty, and then complained about Guardians and ocean monuments when they were added in full release 1.8. People griped that PVP was too easy because of strategy-less spam clicking, and then complained when full release 1.9 revamped the combat system. And now I don't know what the cheesedoodles they wanted for 1.10, but I'm certain they will find something to gripe about. Sorry if that was harsh, but I needed to get that off my chest. I'm so sick of seeing this. People need to realize that Mojang can't and won't add everything they want and nothing they don't in the exact way they imagined. Decisions for what will be added and changed are based on the wishes of the community as a whole, not a particular audience, as well as the developers' opinion on what will be most advantageous for the game.
I think another thing that people who make complaint threads like these don't seem to realize is that it is really rare for the excitement and enthusiasm for a game to last forever. Don't get me wrong, I love Minecraft just as much as I ever did (probably more, actually) and I've been playing it for more than five years, but I think the chances of me still playing when I'm in my twenties, thirties, and beyond is slim. Besides the responsibilities and time consumption of real-life matters, I just don't think my interest is going to sustain that long, and I'm predicting that this is going to be the case for many, many other users.
I know exactly what you mean. I remember when I first discovered how amazing it was where I had freedom to do whatever I want. When you defeated someone in PvP they didn't whine about "you h4cking". Minecraft was geared more toward building at this time, and it is what I call the "golden age". However, beginning sometime in mid 2015 when the 1.9 snapshots started coming out, it was clear to me that Minecraft was taking a turn for the worst. At this point, lots of players have gotten bored with building and want to do nothing but PvP. This is what Mojang started doing in 1.9, and from what I hear new players don't join the community because of building, all they want to do is PvP. I really miss the old Minecraft (pre 1.9) and unfortunately it seems Mojang has decided to stop listening to the Minecraft veterans and builders and start listening to the hardcore 10 year old PvPers who want the game literally as hard as possible. Think the 1.9 combat changes were bad? I am afraid that it will only get worse as they make combat even more complicated and begin to stop adding tons of new blocks. It is unfortunate what has happened to Minecraft, and it will probably only get worse as more and more PvPers join.
Actually, it seems a lot of people would argue that the decline in the community began earlier than 2015. Most say that it was in 2012, when the Xbox version was released and Minecraft really took off on Youtube, leading to a shift in the main demographic from teens and younger adults to 7-13 year-old children. Honestly, I can't really chip in on the subject, because although I consider myself a "veteran" of the game itself (I've been playing since mid-2011) I'm fairly new to the community itself (first discovered the forum in the summer of 2013 and didn't join until November 2015.) I can't pinpoint where exactly I'd say the community starting to decline in quality. I do remember Minecraft being much less of a "thing" prior to 2012, however. Back then, many people would say, "Minecraft? What's that?" and now hardly anyone doesn't know what it is.
On the main subject of this topic: "Minecraft is dying" and "The community is terrible" threads are nothing new. I don't mean to be rude, but essentially nothing the original poster has said, hasn't been said before. This seems like just another nostalgia thread that complains about how bad servers are and how small children in the community ruined Minecraft. Allow me to lay down a few points:
Golly, that was a long post. I hope it was helpful, though.
If you play video games on a PC or games console and your native language is not English, I am interested to know more about your English learning experiences while playing games.
Perhaps you play co-op or as a team in Minecraft and use audio chat, text chat, or both to communicate with other players in English.
Maybe you practice and learn English by making and upload videos of your gaming experiences, communicate with others on game forums, by modding games or doing other game-related activities online or offline.
I would especially like to know if you create, upload and share your videos of online gaming using PCs, Xbox One or PS4 consoles.
Questions that I would like to ask, for example, include:
“Do you think that it is possible to learn or practice learning English (or other languages) when playing computer / video games?”
I would be happy to hear from you if you do any of these things. If you are someone who could point me in the direction of gaming communities or other online forums where I might find such players, I would also like to hear from you.
Mark Hughes (UK)
Chiao Tong University,
Expanding on what was said above, I feel like Minecraft is popular because it can be literally anything you want it to be. With mods and player-made maps, you can play any kind of game you want. On top of that, it's a creative toy. You aren't limited to building certain kinds of things. You don't even have to build to be creative. You can make resource packs, or custom maps.
You can make movies and TV shows with it. Shadow of Israphel used to be my soap opera. It's a game that has both good playability, and watchability.
Be a wizard, be an oil baron, hoard dogs and cats, crawl dungeons, fight dragons, build a cottage, play Pong, fly a space ship and go to the moon. I don't think this is what Notch ever imagined when he started making this game, but I daresay there are few things you can't do.
WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!
Okay, Rainbow. Deep breaths.
Sorry about that. But I've seen a number of threads by you, and they all involve you asking a stupid question, and then ignoring any reason why that question is stupid. So will you just stop it?!
Minecraft is better off as it is. Story and RPG elements are better implemented through custom maps and modding.
Yeah, it's fair.
You said "me and my brother". This is very bad. You should be ashamed of yourself. You should have said "my brother and I".
NOTE: This thread is not intended to be spam like many of the other "Minecraft is dying" threads, nor to start flame wars, NOR TO ASK THE QUESTION of if it is dying or not. It is simply meant to help stop the conspiring on the forum caused by derps who have no idea what they're talking about.
Ever since the Minecraft Forums started, there have been several pointless threads going up about "OH GOD MINECRAFT DEAD", or "Is Minecraft Declining?", and "Minecrfat die" (spelling mistake intended). However many people say that Minecraft is a dying game, whether the reason is Microsoft's acquisition, Notch leaving, stupid developers, etc., this is not entirely the case. The game itself (as to say the actual game code, not the servers) is not what is in decline at all, the part dying being certain aspects of the community.
One thing that I know many of us can accept is that about 99% of the players on most servers are a right pain in the behind. Sure, a lot of people would say "Minecraft is getting even more popular!", and they'd be right, the only issue being is that the newcomers are 50% hackers, 50% stupid squeaking kids. This has led to servers getting full of people disrupting the gameplay for others, and thus contributing to the decline of the servers, as in the mature people who actually want to play leaving and not coming back.
The servers themselves are also declining in two other aspects: Staffing and plugins. For one thing, the situation for plugins has become gradually more difficult after the DMCA of Bukkit, which is now being fixed and updated extremely slowly considering that now a small team is all that is working on it. To add to the plugins issue, while two or more years ago there would've been quite a few simply vanilla survival servers, most servers are the typical:
[1.8] [1.7] [EPICAWESOMEDIAMONDCRAFTLOL] [FACTIONS] [PVP] [FACTIONS] [PVP] [FACTIONS] [PVP] [SURVIVAL GAMES] [AWESHUM STAFF]
where pretty much everything is either factions full of 7-year-olds, pvp with 7-year-olds, or jail with the admin of the server (don't even get me started.)
If that can get any more annoying, a lot of what goes on on a typical server is based around a [VIP] or [YAY DONATOR] or [RICH DIAPER-CLAD BABY] system.
Staffing has become an extreme problem in the sense that most servers nowadays are run by either power-abusive 3rd graders who ban everybody and then cry, or power-abusive 16-year-olds who curse their heads off and make absurd rules.
One of the more problematic areas in which Minecraft declining is the modifications community. While the bigger mods, such as MrCrayfish's Furniture Mod, or Tinkers Construct, still thrive to this day, some of the smaller mods that were extremely popular in the days of 1.2-1.5 have either died entirely, or have been taken up by idiots who don't even know how to create a class in Java. The slightly frightening parts about this is that modding is almost entirely what keeps Minecraft alive and popular. To make matters worse, Planet Minecraft, which has quite a large modding and texturing community, is in somewhat of a decline considering the fact that a majority of what's on it was stolen from somebody else, and nobody can figure out the licensing, original creator, etc.
The one issue that many people have repeatedly stated, the king of all the issues, is updates. Or is it? When you look at some of the 1.7 updates, you'll see this:
+ All kinds of flowers
+ Rainbow glass
+ Rainbow wool
+ More rainbows
+ Two new completely pointless types of trees!
+ A completely unnecessary rendering engine that broke all the mods!
And for 1.8:
+ Spiky fish! Spooky!
+ Bunny wabbits!
+ Bunny wabbit skin!
+ Bunny wabbit meat!
+ Sheep guts!
+ Another unnecessary update to the rendering engine that broke all the mods AGAIN!
Isn't it all just so happy and nice and delicious?
The updates may be annoying for mod-makers, and they might be full of pointless things that don't really help, but this isn't completely negative for Minecraft's development.
Many people say that MICROSOFT IS BEHIND IT ALL!
I hate to bust all you conspirers bubbles, but this is in no way the case. As stated in this WIRED article, Microsoft's main duty with Minecraft was to help manage it's decline. Mojang, as quite a few of us may agree, probably wasn't going to be able to handle this themselves. Microsoft is not adding micro transactions, not adding any new features, and overall pretty much staying entirely out of it's development. Mojang was already in a slight decline finding new ways to manage money, after two of their newest games: 0x10c and Scrolls, both died, they had two options left: Minecraft and Cobalt. Cobalt's issue is that it is still in early development, and Minecraft's issue is that it won't last forever.
In short, Minecraft as a game is not what is in a decline. The decline that everybody is gossiping, spamming, and conspiring about is in the major parts of the general community, including multiplayer and modding.
P.S.: As for the spamming idiots, please just stop.