Minecraft: Being Steve
Hi. Hi, I’m Steve. I don’t know what I remember, but this notebook will contain my story.
It is visible from the topmost tree, which, in all directions, borders the ocean. This tiny island feels like a prison. This prison is where I and nature are the only prisoners. There were no other materials than trees, animals, dirt and sand. They were the only means of freedom. Wood was the only material that allowed me to build a boat, which allowed for me to take a two-day trip. It is a small island that is beautiful. There are apple trees here that give off saplings every day, so I believe trees have the upper hand in this area. Because of its small size, I can only stay for a few days. I know that I have no other choice but to flee. Because this island is so colorful and full of flowers, it’s almost impossible to leave. In my journey to madness, the animals keep me company. I’m alone. Mr.Cow, my favorite companion, knows everything and when it should be said. As I left, my eyes were fixed on Mr.Cow, as if I couldn’t turn my back.
It has been weeks since I arrived in this place with its vast amount of land. Steve Farms is where I live now, according to the sign at the gate. My feelings of ineptitude and helplessness increase as I spend more time in this enormous world of blocks. I didn’t want to live in bricks. My farm was made of bricks.
Although I’ve learned many important survival techniques, I still feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. It is more like a puppet.
I’ve been staring at the forest for a long time. Because movement is impossible, I now know who I am. I am a marionette. To a real person who makes life decisions. In my struggle for survival, they have to control every movement of mine. I am fortunate to have a soul that made good decisions. I’m their virtual home.
My soul will tell me what to eat. They want me fight when I need to. They decide where and what I do. This is the only way I can do it.
Is this a cave where I should go? I’ll go. How do I stop myself? That is not what I want. It must end, even though it is not what I want. A zombie approaches. This is the end.
Hi. Hi, I’m Steve. I don’t know what I remember, but this notebook will contain my story.
