Ok, rundown time.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing Minecraft everywhere, and have become obsessed with a song called Cube Land. Finally, a few hours ago, I gave in and started (yet another) world.
Surprise! I called it New World. I spawned on a beautiful grassland, where I guessed that many of my needs would be met naturally. Almost immediately, I pulled up notepad and began to create a journal based on my experiences in this new world.
Another surprise: the persona I typically use in Minecraft was entirely absent, and in its place, his son– a strangely calm, cautious young man who is obsessed with tidiness.
Right now, he’s just starting his fourth day in-game, and already he has a small home, torches, a furnace, a bed, a crafting table, a small chest, and not a single death in this world. His home is between a pool of surface lava and a small pond, and all around are gently-rolling hills, trees, sheep, and wide open spaces.
This is far from my first time playing, but it’s my first time playing with an alternate persona.
I see why so many people become addicted now.