Rollo

Why is it so damn hard to play Minecraft now? Every minute I spend in there I'm reminded of some instance of a long summer night working on a base because I just couldn't put it down, or building gladiator pits just for the prospect of glorious fights taking place, or setting up little adventures for my siblings inside our combined world. Nowadays I get at Mojang for not making any progress on the game in all these years, but going back and just playing survival for 20 minutes, it's kind of a good thing. If I opened up the crafting bench one day and suddenly it was a long Terraria-like list or I suddenly had to melt down components in a forge, anything other than the familiar 3x3 grid, I would be genuinely sad. If diamonds suddenly didn't spawn at Y=17 and you could find them anywhere without needing to dig a pit and strip mine for hours, I would be genuinely upset, because there was something about doing these trivial tasks for hours and hours that made me do them, and that same something is what made Minecraft a home, or an escape for some.

Idk, Minecraft is something special and we'll never get another. It makes me a little sad that what was such a big segment of my life is really just a video game, now owned by a huge corporation that shoves microtransactions and awful marketing into what was just a passion project by a small group of people, just for fun. And now they're removing all traces of the original creator from the game, pretty much sealing its fate. It's not Minecraft anymore, it's an empty husk of what was once my home. This Minecraft is not the Minecraft that's in my heart. The Minecraft in my heart is a collection of memories, and it sucks that they're just memories.

Idk.