Another one of my lil’ minecraft dudes died today – just now, actually. He carelessly fell down a hole and died from fall damage. It was a really deep hole. He was wearing a full set of diamond armor with an enchanted sword that he put 37 levels into. Because he had just dug that hole, his falling down it could have been avoided if he’d only shown the appropriate due care around such a dangerous thing. Because he died and because he was hardcore, his world died with him.
His world was called “Winslave’s Paradise” and it was made with a seed of the same name. It was named after another hardcore guy who died in a different game, Terraria, before ever getting to enjoy his existence. He, Winslave, spawned in a world in Terraria with no idea how to play. It was a dark night and he was beside hungry zombies that ate him alive. Where Winslave died, a tombstone was left. Because he died right beside the spawn, his tombstone was the first thing every subsequent character saw – a reminder of an event none of them knew enough to care about. It was the tombstone that marked the death of someone who never really lived. In Winslave’s memory, a paradise was built for him in minecraft. All of the useless blocks collected in deep dark dangerous caves- gold, extra iron, pumpkins, TNT, lapus lazuli dye, whatever, were built into the walls of a great cave in Winslave’s memory. Despite Winslave dying in another world, he would be remembered here. It started with gold and blue dye but then it was everything: sheeps’ wool and the dyes needed to color them with every color, every different kind of leaf, grass, wood, vines, flowers: everything.
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