Getting back into Minecraft has been a tense experience at times. When I force myself to “rough it” for a few in game days is when the games takes on a whole new genre: survival legos. Fighting my through storms, caverns, and the catacombs of the damned without letting myself stock up on chickens from the infinite chicken machine*, shit just feels more real. It’s always fun to stop aiming the filet mignon cannon** right at my mouth and rely solely on my instincts to survive.





*The infinite chicken machine is a machine that automatically and perpetually births and drowns chickens.





**Does not exist.