Photo: Where’s me knotted hanky? Ice cream anybody?
I’m not a fan of compute games despite owning a PS3. I’ve not played Grand Theft Auto 5 for many months now, and tend to stick to reading about games and gaming rather than actually playing them.
But I decided to stick my big toe into Minecraft, a hugely popular game – particularly amongst the younger generations – in which you have to survive in a randomly generated and blocky world.
It’s completely open – you can construct magnificent structures, buildings, statues – whatever you want – to show off your building and mining skills. Or you can play in survival mode in which you have to become all Bear Grylls-like and have to build a home, kill animals to eat and clothe you; to fend off attacks from monsters and villagers and everything else in-between.
To do this requires mining material: from wood, coal, charcoal, stone, sand, wool, etc. You then prepare the raw material and craft it into useful objects such as hoes, pickaxes, etc. And from that you can build beds, fires, houses, and so on.
My early attempts have been slow progress. It’s taken me three nights to figure out how to make a bed (and that was mainly thanks to the lack of sheep to make wool for the bedding – I had to trek all the way across the island to find the little buggers). I’ve plenty of raw meat and eggs, but nothing to make fire.
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I’m currently living in the open (which isn’t recommended in survival mode, but thankfully I’m playing on the “peaceful” difficulty level which means that no monsters come out at night to attack me) and living off the land. Although I am now sick of eating raw lambchop.
It’s a massive, massive challenge and I can see why it appeals to all ages – but I’ve a feeling that it’s going to take me some time to learn to survive.
I will survive.
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(Actually, no – I don’t fancy my chances and will more than likely die after 3 days).
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