So I set up a new world in Minecraft, I set it to Survival and Peaceful. Survival means I have to gather materials; Creative gives you everything you could possibly want. Peaceful means no monsters, but there’s still lava and suffocation and drowning. Exciting, but not too exciting, yeah? And wolves and bears will kill your ass, if you antagonize them, so don’t.
ANYWAY, I set up the world, go into it, and start gathering my materials.
Why is it that some worlds are boring and some worlds hold my interest for months? I ran through about half a dozen worlds in May before I found one the one I’m enjoying now. It isn’t the biome — the landscape and climate — because … long story, but it just isn’t.
I mean, who could not love landscape that looks like something out of Krazy Kat?
Part of it is my own self: if I like the house I build, I like the world a lot more than if I don’t like the house.
Here’s a house I never much got into. I wanted to build it up in the air because it was up in the air. I made the bridge out of glass so it would look invisible from a distance, but there was nobody to see it — or not see it — but me, so who cares? Eh? Who cares, eh?
I call it my Fibonacci house. Can anybody tell me why? Anyone? Anyone?
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about some kinda dishes. Do you know what they’re for? ‘Cause I don’t.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: How does your character feel about their house?