4/17/2023 0 Comments Minecrafty of mymind![]() ![]() I was instantly lost in ancient memories of the game, memories I didn’t even know I had. I had never cared much for the soundtrack of “Minecraft,” but when I first heard the mellow piano arpeggio of C418’s “ Wet Hands” fade in on my most recent playthrough, I was immediately transported from soulless, resource-gathering gameplay to another realm, one far beyond the menial tasks (both in the game and in real life) that kept me tethered down to this temporal dimension. Frustrated and disappointed, I closed the game for what remains, to this day, the final time.Įven though I was disappointed by the gameplay of “Minecraft” during my last playthrough, something else unexpectedly captivated me: the music, composed by Daniel Rosenfeld (a.k.a. I pushed the game to its limits I broke it, and it broke me. By attempting to load into the Nether Dimension, I tanked the game’s graphical performance and allowed a low-level enemy to kill me before I could even see it. I sped through the beginning of the game with ease, but my playthrough ended abruptly - not because I made a mistake in the game, but because I pushed the technical capabilities of my underpowered laptop too far. It’s hard not to compare this lackluster experience to my Herculean memory of my younger self, whose existence was largely defined by overcoming the game’s various obstacles. Despite the amount of time that had passed since I last played “Minecraft,” I still remembered exactly how to progress, which incidentally made my achievements feel trivial. Yet, for as much as I remember loving it, the gameplay didn’t captivate me like it once did. The game was a huge part of my childhood, so I was hoping to recapture a piece of my youth. It had been at least a year since I had played or thought about “Minecraft,” and on that day, I was eager to jump back in. But during my cursor’s brief virtual transit across the screen, it passed by a familiar face, somehow unchanged in the years since we’d first met: the “Minecraft” launcher icon. Given the state of the world in 2021, that commute was, of course, entirely virtual, and consisted merely of moving a cursor from the big red “Leave Meeting” button on Zoom to the power down button on the Windows start menu. ![]() About a year ago, I ran into an old friend during the commute home from one of my classes. ![]()
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