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I was bored, and I decided to remake the Minecraft's credit screen. Not sure if I did the best job, but, you know..
Minecraft Is Not Just A Game
The player is awake now.
We knew of it, don't act surprised,
But does he have to go now? The light binding him together is fading. He's seen the monsters of life, and the darkness night gave him. The light he saw has faded. He's almost as smart as us.. In fact, he hears now. He hears our light, soft voices drifting from the seas. Somehow, he hears when we whisper for the monsters to spare him.
Yes, he hears every whisper. He can now even dress himself, and make clothes. He can hunt, and explore his "world". He thinks it is a game, and has played it ever since he found the "light".
The light has made him stronger. He's gotten more advanced, and even makes what he calls "mods" for this world. He chats with the other players, but doesn't realize the truth. He doesn't realize he doesn't need the light anymore, but he keeps it.
The light made him mature, and he sees no difference in age. He understands the light well, and actually uses it to get away from his mental illnesses. The player likes the light, and the light likes the player. He asks himself, "What is the light?" It doesn't realize who he's talking to. Tell him the truth, but not all of the truth.
Wake player. I'm going to tell you a story now.
The Earth of this world was carved out of the light, and the other vast land. The light was bits of knowledge, bits of knowing- and discovering. The light was there, and not there. The light was believing anything was possible. The light was made to question the existence of the Earth, and without knowing, it attracted "players".
The light named itself, a name.. Actually, I cannot remember the name of it. The "players" were tested on their skills, and they couldn't just meet the light. The light put the player through tests: mentally, and physically. Most players became known as "builders". They helped build the light up, and created a society.
Let's fast-forward 1,000 years after this "society" was created. The light wanted the players to know more, and created "redstone". The light expanded technology, and began to communicate face-to-face with the players.
Let's fast-forward 42 more years. The light wanted the players to have other friends. The light created animals: cows, chickens, and sheep. The light created a wolf, and a squid. The players killed these animals, and the light wanted protection for the animals.
The light created a group called "griefers". They destroyed anybodies building or anybody who dared to kill the animals. The griefers became known as outlaws, but many people became griefers. The griefers was now known to make damage to the light. The griefers defended themselves, and, that started the war against the light.
Yes. The war was divided into groups: Griefers, Engineers, Builders, Fighters, and Artist.
The Griefers worked to save the light. The Engineers worked to expand the light. The Builders worked to build up the light. The Artist? They're a new story.
The Artists made the light anew. The Artist worked on finding how the light worked, they made things in the light, and made new lights.
The Artists made three five lights in total: The Moon, The Sun, The Nether, The End, and The Overworld. The Artists sacrificed themselves into the light, to-
Do not tell him of that. He does not need to know he's been lied to.
I will have to, so he can let the light go. They sacrificed themselves to create you, player. They shaped the world, they made the Internet, they made "The Pyramid of The Sun" to "The Pyramid of Giza." They made Pangaea, they made the continents. They made war, yet they allowed us to speak. Some of them became corrupt, like Hit-
Don't speak his name. We can't let the player understand all of the lies.
Anyway, the good Artists made a new piece of the light, and named it.. I cannot remember..
The Artists made this new light possible. A piece of light shifted, and shaped into a almost perfect world. The light discovered it's power.. And, they let the light go.
They let it go just like you should have.
Please smile player.
I know all of these things everybody has told you are lies.
Please go back to sleep, player. You'll hear the meaning of the world.
Let go of the light.
Thrive on believing, because.. I think I remember the name of the light:
The light's name was Life. Let go of Life, and become reborn into a new Life. Leave your old one, for a better one.
See you again, player.
Bye player, you have no use for us anymore. We're the very artists that made Life, and we had to be reborn, too. Our names? Earth and Sun. We have high hopes for you, and we'll see you later, in the galaxies.
Minecraft Is Not Just A Game
By: acs26
The player is awake now.
We knew of it, don't act surprised,
But does he have to go now? The light binding him together is fading. He's seen the monsters of life, and the darkness night gave him. The light he saw has faded. He's almost as smart as us.. In fact, he hears now. He hears our light, soft voices drifting from the seas. Somehow, he hears when we whisper for the monsters to spare him.
Yes, he hears every whisper. He can now even dress himself, and make clothes. He can hunt, and explore his "world". He thinks it is a game, and has played it ever since he found the "light".
The light has made him stronger. He's gotten more advanced, and even makes what he calls "mods" for this world. He chats with the other players, but doesn't realize the truth. He doesn't realize he doesn't need the light anymore, but he keeps it.
The light made him mature, and he sees no difference in age. He understands the light well, and actually uses it to get away from his mental illnesses. The player likes the light, and the light likes the player. He asks himself, "What is the light?" It doesn't realize who he's talking to. Tell him the truth, but not all of the truth.
Wake player. I'm going to tell you a story now.
The Earth of this world was carved out of the light, and the other vast land. The light was bits of knowledge, bits of knowing- and discovering. The light was there, and not there. The light was believing anything was possible. The light was made to question the existence of the Earth, and without knowing, it attracted "players".
The light named itself, a name.. Actually, I cannot remember the name of it. The "players" were tested on their skills, and they couldn't just meet the light. The light put the player through tests: mentally, and physically. Most players became known as "builders". They helped build the light up, and created a society.
Let's fast-forward 1,000 years after this "society" was created. The light wanted the players to know more, and created "redstone". The light expanded technology, and began to communicate face-to-face with the players.
Let's fast-forward 42 more years. The light wanted the players to have other friends. The light created animals: cows, chickens, and sheep. The light created a wolf, and a squid. The players killed these animals, and the light wanted protection for the animals.
The light created a group called "griefers". They destroyed anybodies building or anybody who dared to kill the animals. The griefers became known as outlaws, but many people became griefers. The griefers was now known to make damage to the light. The griefers defended themselves, and, that started the war against the light.
Yes. The war was divided into groups: Griefers, Engineers, Builders, Fighters, and Artist.
The Griefers worked to save the light. The Engineers worked to expand the light. The Builders worked to build up the light. The Artist? They're a new story.
The Artists made the light anew. The Artist worked on finding how the light worked, they made things in the light, and made new lights.
The Artists made three five lights in total: The Moon, The Sun, The Nether, The End, and The Overworld. The Artists sacrificed themselves into the light, to-
Do not tell him of that. He does not need to know he's been lied to.
I will have to, so he can let the light go. They sacrificed themselves to create you, player. They shaped the world, they made the Internet, they made "The Pyramid of The Sun" to "The Pyramid of Giza." They made Pangaea, they made the continents. They made war, yet they allowed us to speak. Some of them became corrupt, like Hit-
Don't speak his name. We can't let the player understand all of the lies.
Anyway, the good Artists made a new piece of the light, and named it.. I cannot remember..
The Artists made this new light possible. A piece of light shifted, and shaped into a almost perfect world. The light discovered it's power.. And, they let the light go.
They let it go just like you should have.
Please smile player.
I know all of these things everybody has told you are lies.
Please go back to sleep, player. You'll hear the meaning of the world.
Let go of the light.
Thrive on believing, because.. I think I remember the name of the light:
The light's name was Life. Let go of Life, and become reborn into a new Life. Leave your old one, for a better one.
See you again, player.
Bye player, you have no use for us anymore. We're the very artists that made Life, and we had to be reborn, too. Our names? Earth and Sun. We have high hopes for you, and we'll see you later, in the galaxies.
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