Published Nov 29th, 2013, 11/29/13 1:26 am
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Steve isn't just the skin you start off with in Minecraft.
Steve was THE first Minecraft player. He was a real-life, average type of person looking to make a little extra money, so he agreed to test an advanced virtual reality machine now hidden from the public. What we know as "Minecraft classic" was the basic virtual world created to host the test subject, Steve. This is his story.
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What a weird place... How did these people manage to make everything out of cubes? Including me, for the most part. Where is everyone? Or anything at all besides dirt and trees? Maybe if I look around I'll find something...
It took about 10 minutes to walk and search everywhere, and it's already night. There's nothing really to this world, just dirt, trees, sand, and the whole place is surrounded by water. I'm getting kind of bored, but I know that I'll be sucked back up into the real world soon. I'm walking around this island until they get me out, there's literally nothing else to do. The sun came back up... And it's gone again... The sun came back up... And it's gone again... How much time has really passed? When do I ever get out of this terrible place?! It's already been at least 20 of these "days"... What's become of the real me in the real world? Am I ever getting out of here?!
Anxious.
I punched a tree in frustration, and surprisingly it broke, I picked it up, and was able to put it wherever I wanted. And the same goes for the rest of this world's "blocks". I've actually started building things this way and it's becoming quite amusing, and even fun. If only there was someone to share it with...
I can't shake that terrible feeling that something is watching me, waiting behind me and watching me work. But of course it's only my imagination, no one else is, or ever could be, here with me.
I've built and built and built for days on top of days until there was nothing else to build, and then I've built more... I don't care.
I just want out, to feel the real world again... I don't even remember what time feels like. There's no point in doing anything anymore. Why build... Why move. Why should I even think?
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This was Steve's last thought. Ever since, he has been nothing but a husk, an avatar in which players can interact with Minecraft. Despite the many new changes and upgrades, Steve has never responded to nor cared about his world, as he has been driven so insane buy his imprisonment...
Steve has never ever interacted with Minecraft's players,
I think.
Steve was THE first Minecraft player. He was a real-life, average type of person looking to make a little extra money, so he agreed to test an advanced virtual reality machine now hidden from the public. What we know as "Minecraft classic" was the basic virtual world created to host the test subject, Steve. This is his story.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What a weird place... How did these people manage to make everything out of cubes? Including me, for the most part. Where is everyone? Or anything at all besides dirt and trees? Maybe if I look around I'll find something...
It took about 10 minutes to walk and search everywhere, and it's already night. There's nothing really to this world, just dirt, trees, sand, and the whole place is surrounded by water. I'm getting kind of bored, but I know that I'll be sucked back up into the real world soon. I'm walking around this island until they get me out, there's literally nothing else to do. The sun came back up... And it's gone again... The sun came back up... And it's gone again... How much time has really passed? When do I ever get out of this terrible place?! It's already been at least 20 of these "days"... What's become of the real me in the real world? Am I ever getting out of here?!
Anxious.
I punched a tree in frustration, and surprisingly it broke, I picked it up, and was able to put it wherever I wanted. And the same goes for the rest of this world's "blocks". I've actually started building things this way and it's becoming quite amusing, and even fun. If only there was someone to share it with...
I can't shake that terrible feeling that something is watching me, waiting behind me and watching me work. But of course it's only my imagination, no one else is, or ever could be, here with me.
I've built and built and built for days on top of days until there was nothing else to build, and then I've built more... I don't care.
I just want out, to feel the real world again... I don't even remember what time feels like. There's no point in doing anything anymore. Why build... Why move. Why should I even think?
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This was Steve's last thought. Ever since, he has been nothing but a husk, an avatar in which players can interact with Minecraft. Despite the many new changes and upgrades, Steve has never responded to nor cared about his world, as he has been driven so insane buy his imprisonment...
Steve has never ever interacted with Minecraft's players,
I think.
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This is from an actual tweet of Notch's.
That's what they want you to think...
Great work, as usual.