My boys (40-something and 11) have been sucked into Minecraft.
My writing nook is situated in such a way that I get to hear their conversations as I facebook twitter play plants vs. zombies work on my next novel.
Some overheard snippets of their conversations:
Preston: “Why don’t I have anything?”
Joe: “You have to punch a tree. That starts your industry.”
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Preston: “This is a nice house.”
Joe: “It’s just a room. With a trunk. And a duck.”
Preston: “I made that duck.”
Joe: “It’s a nice duck.”
(5 minutes later.)
Joe: “ACK!”
Preston: “What?”
Joe: “The duck pushed me into the lava!”
I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you...
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Preston: “Look at me. Now look at Joe. Now look at me. I’m on a pig.”
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Joe: “Why do you have a bed on the very edge like that?!?”
Preston: “I live on the edge!”
Joe: “Well, don’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed.”
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Preston: “Oh no, the pig is here!!!”
The pig knows what you did...
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Preston: “Did you find lava today?”
Joe: “Yes.”
Preston: “Lucky. I found lava the other day, but there was a chicken…” (quiet angsty mumbling) “…stupid chicken.”
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P’s friend C: “Where are you?”
Preston: “In my treehouse.”
P’s friend C: “Cool. That’s a big tree. Be careful! That jockey skeleton can totally get into your house.”
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Preston: “I’m going to blow this lava up.”
Joe: “Why?”
Preston: “To see if it makes it go away.”
(30 seconds later)
Preston: “IT JUST MADE MORE LAVA!”
"MY GOD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?"
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So basically, Minecraft is a game in which you can ride around on nefarious pigs, punch trees to get stuff, skeletons are short guys that ride racehorses that can climb trees, and birds are a-holes who will push you into lava. (Much like in real life I might add. Birds are evil, y’all.)
And then there’s this:
This house is not a home...
G4 is totally going to hire me to be a stand-in for Morgan Webb now. After all we’re both brunette, totally hot, and geeky. Well, two out of three ain’t bad.
