This world is MINE! (Part 2)
So, I’m mining in Minecraft, which is what I’m supposed to be doing anyway. I take a sword, a few pickaxes and nine porkchop, which is supposed to drive away hunger for the next week until my wheat finally grows. I’m sixty blocks beneath the surface, and I begin a new mine-shaft in an attempt to find bedrock, in order to begin the laborious process of resource hunting.
I begin my spiral shaft down, down, down into the deep I go, when suddenly, my all attentive sisters shout, “Look, red light!”
I look closer, and begin mining towards the light, which a fortunate glitch allows to shine between the blocks of stone that surrounds me like a tomb.
Suddenly, as a block of stone crumbles beneath Steve’s strokes, we finally see it; sizzling at our feet is a large pool of lava. I begin mining around the obstacle, for I can see redstone shining, tempting my dwarfish instinct to mine it. I finally mine my way around it, when I suddenly emerge into the arms of a zombie! I strike furiously with my pickaxe, and the evil monster falls dead at my feet.
(Skeleton): Quiet! (Creeper): I didn’t know I was supposed to be quiet. I’m just not supposed to be seen by those we creep. (Skeleton): Here he comes!
At last, I’ve found a rich treasure of gold, emerald, diamonds, redstone, iron, and coal all waiting for me to mine it. After two or three trips into the cavern, resulting in multiple, very exciting and short clashes with creepers, a very dangerous encounter with “baby zombies”, and a stupid spider, I was finally laid low by lava. I hate that stuff. Hours of playing had been wasted. But, at least, I knew not to try that careless mining method again. A lesson that I need to learn every time I play almost.
Once again, I was faced with the choice: do I quit? Do I look for my stuff, which I’d probably never find? Or do I build a new house and hope for my luck to change. Well, I took the latter course. I now have a beautiful stone walled, wood roofed house with an attic to spare. The only problem is the witch that lives ten sprinting moments away from my house. I haven’t found her yet, but she has it coming to her.
Minecraft is a challenging game that takes a lot of patience, a lot of skill, mental endurance, and bravery (yes, you do get very, very scared playing). And, you do learn some lessons from it. The above story is real. That was me playing Thursday, August 22, 2013.
At least, its a game. I get to respawn, unless I’ve picked Hardcore mode (which I haven’t played yet). But, what about the lessons I learned and continue to learn from playing Minecraft?
For one, patience is the key. It seems to take forever to find bedrock, let alone diamonds or other ore (besides coal). Second, always be on the alert. There never isn’t a time in Minecraft you aren’t in danger. The danger levels vary, depending on day or night, whether or not you are in a shelter, etc; but you need to admit, you are still in danger. Thirdly, always balance the benefit with the downsides. I could mine straight down, and it would bring me to bedrock faster, but what about the ultimate consequences? I could plunge into lava or a cavern, a million other things could happen. Is it worth it?
That brings us to the ultimate lesson: risk takers must take the risk they face with wisdom, not just knowledge. I take risks every time I move in Minecraft, every time that pickaxe starts moving, every time I engage an opponent. I know about the risks like the back of my hand, but I’m still learning how to react to those risks wisely.
Be ye crafty, be ye courageous, but remember, its not all gold and diamonds.