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!
BOOM!!!
I respawned again once day broke. My brother-in-law showed me how to punch trees and make tools, and he gave me a tour of the house he'd built to look like his real-life house. I sought out a nice spot to call my own, and with his permission I dug into a cliffside to make my first home. He taught me how to make a door, a furnace, and torches. By the time night fell, I was nestled safely into a simple dwelling, which I enlarged and shaped through the night.
The following day, my brother-in-law stopped in every so often to show me how to craft a new thing: glass blocks, a chest, a bed...things I didn't realize I needed until he made me aware of their existence. I eventually expanded my first home to three storeys and many rooms. I adorned it with vertical glass windows, bookshelves on the second floor, and a terraced farm out front. I've built many other projects since then, but I still find my first home beautiful.
Same here.
I still remember my first MC world, it was going great until.. FILE CORRUPTION HAPPENED!
Luckily, once I did figure out that you HOLD to break blocks, I did pretty well!
Then came the dirty hut, which pretty much the 100% of the Minecraft players know...
I miss that feeling of not knowing what to do, other than slowly watch the sun hide, panic, run around, and hide under the grass.
That is pretty much my minecraft story. Very interesting eh?
As for my first night, er - I watched some tutorials by paulsoaresjr.
Anyway, first night, on a beach, off the water I spawned on. Started trying to reform the area to give me some cover, as I'd heard tales of the evils of creepers from people I knew who had poked it before. But lo, it was not the hissing of a primed explosive creature that haunts my days of minecraft... it's the scitter-hiss of the only one who can climb walls, and who jump-lunges at you to make you dead.
Yeah, the bane of my first night, and still cursed foe even now, is the spider. No, not spider jockeys; no, not cave spiders that came later. Regular, plain, overworld spiders.
After one of the game overhauls, when we could (re)name worlds, my first map got a new name to fit with this theme... Castle Spiderhate. Creepers? psh, who worries about them? Spiders, they're my bane... followed by ghasts and skellys.
My first night.
I found out about Minecraft from my older sister's friend. She showed me the ropes a bit, but mainly left me to fend for myself. I was 10 and a wimp.
My day was spent figuring out how to get wood, craft stuff, (i was so proud of my first pickaxe!) and learning about Minecraft from this friend. She told me about zombies and creepers and such, but conveniently forgot to say that they not only spawned at night but in dark places.
So, nightfall. I sat, shivering in this tiny cave, for about three minutes. Nothing.
Then-
BANG! BANG! BANGBANG!
I yelped and hit esc.
"What's happening!?" I yelled to the friend. She shrugged.
"A zombie is bashing down your door. Dig a basement and block up the hole."
With my trusty pickaxe, I dug a spiral staircase deep into the ground and blocked up the hole. It was now very, very daek, upstairs and down. Thankfully, nothing spawned.
"It'll be dawn around now." the friend said. " You can return to your house."
I unblocked the hole fearfully. No zombies. I climbed the stairs. A missing door. No Zombies.
"Phew." I said. "Now i shall make my basement a masterpiece."
I went back down into that dark hole and was digging happily. I forgot about zombies and skeletons and creepers. I forgot that creepers made no noise. And when my pickaxe brok, I turned around to go get a new one and saw a creeper, coming down the stairs towards me. There was only one exit and the creeper was on it.
I had no chance.
BOOM!
if you have a look in the future then you will realise that Minecraft will always be a peaceful game.
during my first night I was killed by skeletons and zombies.
During my first night,I got killed by skeletons and zombies.
That's my first day. After that I discovered commentating.... The rest is history.I also discovered multiplayer that day