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Thursday, February 10, 2011

Minecraft: Day 2

Day two:

I respawned not far from my shelter to find zombies swarming all over the place. Losing everything and being sent back to the spawn point is bad enough, but when it is nighttime, it can be excruciatingly difficult getting back.
I had to bait the zombies, draw them away, then circle back around to my shelter, knowing that my fists would prove futile if they came too close. Ducking inside, I checked my chest hoping for something to fill my empty inventory, but all I had was dirt and cobblestone. I had to fight those first urges to load up InvEdi, but I swore I'd stick with it, and stick with it I shall. My corpse and loot were just a short walk away, and it wasn't like I had anything else to lose, so I trudged back down, peeked around the corner for creepers, dashed to my loot, then ran back to my shelter for dear life.
That was all a very brief, terrifying experience, but I had successfully recovered all of my lost items, and there didn't seem to be any more creatures in sight.
So that's where that creeper came from. Well, I'll just avoid going that way for now. So what's over he- OOOH! Gold!
Argh! I need an iron pickaxe to mine gold. Ah well, it's not too far, so I'll just mark it with a torch and come back later.
After a bit more exploring I found a few more veins of iron, which after mining I decided to prioritize my next piece of armor: boots.
My confidence was building again as the only creature I had to fight was a spider that wandered too near. Cave after cave yielded iron and coal enough to complete my armor set with helmet and pants, and so with ham in hand I cautiously approached the area the creeper had appeared. As soon as I stepped through I was amazed by the size of the natural cavern. I could hear the moans of zombies off in the distance, and several waterfalls disappeared down steep shafts into the darkness. There was even a small lava-fall across the way, setting the scene beautifully, and like an overconfident noob, I decided to reach all the way up my keyboard to take a screenshot.
Do you see that? It's a beautiful sight isn't it? Do you see that dark pit in the lower left corner? Yes, and it sucked.
The very EXACT second my finger touched the button to take that picture there was a loud and very terrifying *TWANG!* and I found myself plummeting down into that pit with an arrow in my back. I was panicking, but I acted quickly; remembering there was a waterfall close by, I broke my fall in the water, fighting off a zombie with a torch as I drifted down in the darkness. My feet finally hit solid ground and I tucked myself in a convenient corner behind the waterfall and started clicking frantically into the darkness until I managed to slap a torch down.
I had somehow managed to choke down one of my precious pork chops during my panicked descent, and with no real idea where I was, I cautiously set out, knowing that at any moment another creature could appear to finish the job the zombie and skeleton had started. And boy did they try. What followed I can only explain by saying I am completely traumatized by it all. Every noise, every growl, every clunk of bone against stone had me spinning in circles trying to find and kill whatever made the noise before it killed me. I climbed up and up, fighting zombies and skeletons all the while praying that I didn't come across a creeper. My very short second life flashed before my eyes at one point when an arrow hit me and the only creature I saw was a zombie, AND I had already used the last of my pork chops. But my frantic, tear-filled flight finally found myself in an area lit by the same lava flow I where had taken that foolish, foolish screenshot. Dashing back into my tunnel, I stopped only to take a picture of a poor zombie who futily continued to chase me.
Finally, I was home. This precious safe-haven that still held some extra pork-chops and a desperately needed spare set of armor. As the adreniline died down I decided it would be best to take a break from spelunking for a while and work on something above ground. This of course meant a celebratory barbecue.
I ran around restocking my pork-chop supply, and nearly got myself killed when I realized I had east and west mixed up the entire time; I only barely made it back before nightfall brought the creatures out. Once inside I went and checked on my pet tree, only to find it had still made no progress.
What was I doing wrong? Well, I remembered that trees had to have a good bit of space to grow, so the little room might not be big enough. After opening it up a bit more, I remembered that those newfangled bones I had collected could be used to make plants grow instantly, so like a dummy I started whacking away at my little sapling with a bone. Oh wait, bonemeal? That's right, I remember now. Crafting the bones gave me a solid stock of bonemeal, and I then proceeded to chuck those at the sapling. Nothing... Frustrated, I cleared out more space and chucked a couple more at it. Still nothing... I was down to my last bonemeal, and while I had absolutely no expectations for this thing anymore, I knew I had to be able to say that I tried. I chucked my last bonemeal at the sapling.
Once again, I have no real way of explaining what happened next, and I was far too shocked to remember to take a screenshot. Perhaps trees are randomly generated when they grow, and if that specific shape won't fit, it won't grow. Perhaps this tree was really Bruce Banner, and my incessant whacking made it angry. For whatever reason, everything suddenly went black. Now, I've had sand cave in on me before; I've been completely buried in an avalanche. I've always successfully dug my way out. But for some reason, while I could hear my panicked clicking was breaking through something, I still couldn't move and I still couldn't see.
In short, I died. I'd heard of people killed by falling trees. I'd heard of people killed by burning trees. But I was completely dumbfounded that I had let myself get killed, or better raped, by a growing tree. Still in shock, I rushed back to my shelter, taking out an innocent pig on my way, and sure enough...
There it was, completely filling the area I had cleared for it. I was simultaneously angry that I had survived my terrifying escapade underground, only to be killed by a tree, and proud that I now had my own man-eating hulk-tree.
It took me just a second to find and recover my gear from the foliage, and I very eagerly decided to call it a day. But this is when I made perhaps the most terrifying discovery yet. More tomorrow!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Minecraft: Day 1

Well, this has been extremely unpleasant so far. With the constant stream of new video games to try, being productive has become a very difficult and vague task. The greatest distraction has been Little Big Planet 2, which I believed would haunt me for all eternity. Alan and I have been hard at work creating some of the most epic levels in the history of everything, yet for some reason when I tried to start debugging today, the game (and my system) froze. Six times now. So, feeling completely drained of enthusiasm, I turned to another colossal creative outlet: Minecraft.
Now, after my first night in Minecraft several months ago, I discovered the Peaceful mode. Several days later I found InvEdit. It went downhill from there, as mod after mod found it's way into my game. It was no longer about survival as I spent day after day exploring my beautiful world. It wasn't as though I was lazy; I filled a tunnel I dug with TNT, then spent a week leveling out my new cavern floor, walls and ceiling. Even in the private SMP server Alan and I ran, we had modded armor and tools, yet we still built a 100 meter wide diamond pyramid by hand. With modded inventory...
But today my time of cowardice ends. Having no real experience with actually surviving in Minecraft, I created a brand new world, mod free. And no more Peaceful... and I am really shocked by what I have missed out on.

Day one:

I'm not so clueless as to not know what to do first, wood is the basis for everything, and that is my first priority, but right off the bat I notice something off; my precious forest is combusting.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed there was a nice little pool of another valuable, yet dangerous resource.
This will come in handy for farming obsidian. Yes, I do plan on entering the Nether eventually.
For the moment however, I had to focus on getting wood, and finding coal. I gathered as much un-burned wood as I could, then took off in search of the much-needed coal.
I set off, and it wasn't long before I spotted a beautiful mountain formation perfect for coal-mining.
Yeah, there's something floating right in the middle, but that's not too unusual. My worst memories are of the lawn care service I ran when I was 12; mowing those floating suckers was no picnic. As I'd hoped, it took me only a second to find a small cave with some coal in it, and fortunately for me it wasn't very deep.
With only a little effort, I successfully closed off the entrance to any creatures that might want my brains.
I was beginning to feel a lot better about my situation, and after just a few moments of enlarging my hidey-hole this feeling was reinforced with the discovery of an iron vein. Whistling, I started digging steps down into the mountain, with the growls of zombies indicating I was approaching a cavern. I broke through, and after a quick, self-confident double-checking, I made sure there were no deadly creatures in the immediate vicinity. I was disappointed to find this little cave nearly completely clean of anything except a little pool of water, but I was growing confident in my ability to handle anything the game threw at me.
I surfaced to find it was morning, and I immediately spotted several arrows from fallen skeletons. With my confidence reaching it's peak, I crafted my first iron chestplate.
Of course confidence doesn't indicate stupidity; I realized I was lacking anything restorative. Fortunately, some friendly neighborhood pigs volunteered to help fill this need. I headed back inside as the sun set, then another realization hit me: the forest had burnt down, and I was beginning to run low on wood. Being the clever type, I cleared out a room and planted a sapling in the middle. Well, growing a sapling can take a while, so I headed back down my tunnel, and started back up digging. Almost immediately I broke through into another cavern, and like before I lit the area with a couple torches and checked for baddies. For the first time I felt a twinge of fear as I spotted something move down one of the many dark tunnels twisting away from where a stood. But I had a sword and an iron chestplate, and the only way to get resources was to mine, so a chose a direction and started walking. What happened next was perhaps the most terrifying experience of my adult life next to having a child; there was a sudden loud hiss, and I exploded. There was no warning. There was no sign of the creeper, though I swear I checked everywhere; it just dropped right on top of me and I was dead.
Death is cruel in Minecraft, where instead of fading to a standard Game Over screen, they show you all the precious items you labored so hard to gather, lying strewn around your body. At this point it's hard to remember why I'm doing this, but if anything I'm determined not to give up. More tomorrow!