July 15th or something, 2011. A day I won't forget for a long time. My brother,character name Kupobird, introduced me (same name) to Minecraft. I remember dying. A lot. And then the week after he left, I was lost. Left to wonder how to play alone. And that's how this entire story started.


The Everlasting City of Fargo was an accident, an accident of nature, similar to man. I stood on top of the beds at the server spawn point, believing I was sleeping, but MinecraftWiki said otherwise. I then decided I needed my own spot to discover the game itself, a small cliff near a beach over near the mountains. I dug a small room. 3x3 with a workbench and a furnace. And stood in a corner with my sword, believing that monsters could spawn at any time and not limited to my 25 block radius. Yes, before I grew a brain, I was stupid.

After getting wood and wool to make a bed and the smarts to sleep and have tools, I realized I was a legitimate person in a free build server. Everyone had commands like /item, /time, /picknose, and I had only /help, /helpop, /list, /motd, and one other command I never used. I accidentally experienced creepers exploding near my yard, leaving holes. I filled all the holes but one, The Mine of Destiny I later called it.

I was poor. I had only enough food to cure a wound, then I'd have to go get more (1.7.3, there was no hunger). Oftentimes I had to just wing it, and get blessed enough to see the occasional cow, until I went fishing along the beach and exploring beyond the Nyan Cat on the mountain.

After mining Iron and becoming a somewhat success, I went from bring logs for charcoal into using whatever I got from that mine to my advantage. The bedrock layer was oddly hollow though, someone had beat me to it but left everything. That mine meant something, something I never learned.

The server owner, Scarlet90, was nice to me. He treated me like I was a person and I respected him. He gave me the obsidian to create a nether portal, which I hid in my house. In the back, down my hallway, behind the glass. I also recieved some fire to create chain armor out of, which I later realized was crap.

I then built the keystone for the town. My Private Dock. It was meant to be a room where I went fishing and parked my boat, but something happened. I decided to use my cobblestone from the mine to make a restaurant where it stood, and I did. The wheat farm of mine nearby was used to give me bread, and the restaurant to give me a business.
Then, I decided I'd build an airship away from town. Say about a map's worth of distance. But then Demonflesh, a regular, gave me operator powers. The airship finished myself, and my town boomed, one resident and five houses, an office building, a hotel, enclosures, mossy cobblestone roads, and a better Epic Cave (my house).

The rest was spontaneous. I invited my best friend, shadowshadepie, to the server. We then got to work doing a lot of stuff. The town was then build out of two people doing normal stuff.

"It wasn't supposed to be this easy. It wasn't supposed to go so fast."~Catherine Donohue, These Shining Lives by John Logan.