Minecraft is a sandbox game where you design whatever you want to, with whatever you gather. Wood? Check. Forest? Check. One (not so) giant wooden cock and balls in the middle of a forest?
To put it simply; generate a world, break blocks, place blocks creatively and usefully. Essentially it's Legos. Except if those legos were half the size of a person. And you never stepped on them barefoot then proceeded to weep in pain for several agonizing moments.
I avoided this game like the plague for the first few weeks I had known about it.
This game, which seemed so simple and uneventful, annoyed me. That is, before I actually played it.
My friends raved about it endlessly in the few moments I would see them between their day long binges of excavating new caves they found in their world.
|It's like a gateway drug. Except it's just a gateway.|
Oh how much there is to it.
Punch trees to get wood. Make Planks out of wood. Make sticks out of planks. Make a workbench. Make an axe out of sticks and planks, using the workbench. Eventually make picks, get stone, make stone picks.
It just keeps going.
This game has many layers to it, many many more layers than I thought at first glance. Kind of like a cake. Except you can't eat it.
|The Cake: Not a lie?|