MarketPlace: the History It Holds.

I awoke to a quiet stir that Saturday morning, and rolled out of my bed, only to greet the unwelcoming dusty floor with a less than wanted, "Thump!" However, the jolt of a physical alarm clock was not to be really experienced tell later that morning, when I signed into Minecraft. It had been a week of homework projects, history assignments and graded English papers, and this was finally my escape, the place where I felt I belonged. Yet, when I longed onto my newly 'Favorited' server, JRCraft, my house was a busy line of hungry customers. My own house felt foreign. I had to find my friend, now currently my foe, and question him as sharply as I was questioned on my last history project. When I finally survived the line of players crowding the new shop called the, "CreedShop," I found my friend who responded as such, "I just stayed up all night building this shop, and now I making a three thousand dollars a day." I felt intimidated, I thought I was the one who had shown this server to my friends, and now they are functioning without me, that is what felt like the, "Thump," of the morning. I decided to be sensible and be happy for my peers, after all, they had lost a nights' worth of sleep. So, I went along with their bragging and pockets pouring of money. I asked whether I could somehow help in the shop, "Creed," which I mentioned was the faction we shared amongst ourselves. At first I thought I was just having trouble accepting this, but then the bragging turned into power. My friend started contacting the server founders and started to upgrade to higher known positions, while I stayed as just a, "member."

Soon my friend moved into other Minecraft related topics, forgetting his shop, stocked full of supplies, and now without to much competition I started thinking about founding my own institution, full of supplies and hungry customers. I began gathering supplies, with the help of my siblings, and my friend, who spent some time everyday just helping me step by step. I found a abandoned ice biome, which nobody seemed interested in. However, I sure was, it was practically heaven for crafting a gigantic shop. With a flat land I began building. I decided that I would constuct using a favorite architectural style of mine, asian architecture, featuring the concept of pagodas. I remember one morning on a Sunday, when I started placing the first blocks, never did I anticipate it would be the beginning of something that would become my most prized accomplishment in Minecraft. I crafted in walls, which stood tall full of sheer wood and sand, and a stripe of wooden planks here and there. Soon the bottom floor was done, completed with a ceiling.

However, I began encountering other problems entangling me into series of traps. I was absolutely dirt poor. How would I get supplies for my pagoda with the little amount of time I had, due to football, and basketball practices, and nothing but the skin I wore? I started gathering items, and selling them ferociously to stores, I got a job inside the came collecting sand. Slowly and steadily I gathered the money.

TO BE FINISHED.