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Date of upload: Nov 28, 2020 ^^
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We played, we tried
We laughed, we cried
We succeeded, we died
We respawned and thrived
From the zombies, to the endermen
From the skeletons, to the pigmen
From the spiders and creepers
And from those annoying griefers
From the biome of jungle to sands
To the mushrooms and other obscure lands
From the snow and ice
To the swamps which never looked too nice
From the moments with friends we’ll cherish
From a time we hoped Herobrine would perish
From the great animations
To the Youtube sensations
Along with those musical incantations
I thank Mojang for creating my childhood
Much better than just ‘good’
I think I speak for everyone here
When I say this is not game of the year
It’s the game of the century
As it offered us plenty
And these memories will never leave
Just like the thought of first playing as Steve
So I say close your eyes
And listen to the music with surprise
As your memories of Minecraft where once apart
But now can be fixed like a broken heart
In order to find your memories core
You must go back to the world of Minecraft once more
And defeat the Ender Dragon one last time
As the sweet sounds of your childhood begin to chime
One last thing, for me to say
Which would be, have a nice day
Also for you to never forget this game
Nor the journey that came
As apart of that journey was the end
Quite literally, not pretend
Just like this poem, which I hope you all read
As I would love it if this poem and this game is remembered once I’m dead.
This isn’t mine but wanted to spread these beautiful words
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It funny how nearly a whole generation grew up playing this game. To others, it may seem silly of how we cry whenever we hear the songs playing from it. But to us, it reminds us of the good days. It almost seems as if we have all grown up to quickly, and this is the only thing that we remember playing from our 'child hood'. Thanks Mojang, for everything.
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To everyone who's studying with this music:
Checklist:
• A bottle of water, at least 1 liter. Your brain works better if it has enough water and drinking helps you to concentrate💧
• Your charger. You sometimes don't even notice that your device's battery is going down, so better have it plugged in all the time🔋
• Your headphones. You will be able to focus more with headphones, because it blocks background noises. Also, if it's a late-night study session, you won't wake up anyone🎧
• a tea or coffee. Coffee keeps you awake, green or black tea can make you feel more awake as well.☕
• Your study/work stuff: your laptop/tablet/phone, a few pens, paper, or whatever you need.⌨
•Anything else you could need, what about a heating pad, a blanket, a good lamp, or your pet so you have a study buddy 🐈
Reminder: After an hour, you should stand up and walk a bit around. Better stop the music or put on different music for the break. Open your window, even if it's cold outside. Fresh air will make it better, trust me.
You could also lay your head down on your desk for ten minutes and listen to a podcast. Or, if you have to read a book, listen to the audiobook of it. You can also listen to the audiobook while doing another thing, that's even better than listening to music while reading the book.
I hope y'all had a good day, if not, that's okay too. Remember to take care of yourself and try to get some sleep tonight 😴🧸
( This comment isn't originally mine, but I think it can help a lot of people :) )
If I could can this be pinned? If not it's fine :D
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We all started from a block, we were too young to play seriously so we went to the villages to destroy everything, when we grew up we started playing on multiplayer servers: Hunger Games, Bedwars, creative, buildbattle.. We stayed in front of the computer all day in those hot August months where the only worry was not to die of boring. Complaints from our parents telling us we needed to hang out more, but we had our friends on discord that we met online. Now we have grown up, we no longer have time to play, we think about our future, work, girlfriend and grades at school. Yet before I go to sleep I sit on the bed and still think about that creeper who destroyed my house..
(sorry for my english, I'm Italian)
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~Subtitles~
…
00:00 - Nostalgia hits you
4:10 - Memories flood back
5:51 - You remember your first world
10:44 - Your first time finding diamonds rushes into your thoughts
14:43 - Your base, your humble little house
20:06 - Your first time in the nether
24:03 - You prepare for the end
25:21 - You find the portal
28:45 - “I see the player you mean.”
“Y/N?”
“Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.”
“that doesn’t matter, it thinks we are part of the game.”
“I like this player, it played well, it did not give up.”
“It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.”
“That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.”
“Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.”
“They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players, witches and warlocks. And players dreamed, they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.”
“What did this player dream?”
“This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of Fire and Water. It dreamed and created. It dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.”
“Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?”
“It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled] in the [scrambled].”
“It cannot read that thought.”
…
“No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.”
“Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?”
“Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates a worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes it’s sad creation for reality.
To cure its sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.”
“Sometimes when they are deep in their dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds of reality, and their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them speak the word they fear.”
“It reads our thoughts.”
“Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.”
“And yet they play the game”
“But it would be so easy to tell them.”
“Too strong for this dream z to tell them how to live is to prevent them from living.”
“I will not tell the player how to live”
“The player is growing restless.”
“I will tell the player a story”
“But not the truth”
“No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.”
“Give it a body again.”
“Shush… sometimes the player reads lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; words into meaning; meaning into feelings emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and it realized it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive.
And sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player. WAKE UP.
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@herooske
2 years ago
still crying while listening to it...
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