Why can I not stop playing? I do not understand.
I played this for 5 hours last night. All I did was dig a huge underground hall. I filled up 8 double chests with ore. Then used that ore to start making a castle on top of the underground hall. Oh, and I made a cake. Because who doesn't love cake. Which almost didn't happen. But more on that later.
I didn't want to stop either. If not for that small part of reason in the dark corners of my grey matter whispering "its 3 am, and you work in 5 hours, turn it off, for the love of all things holy, turn it off", I might have never stopped.
I want to not like this game. I want to play other games I have, so many countless games that I want to play. But I can't bring myself to do so. I never understood the appeal of this game. And honestly I still don't. But yet here I am, waiting for the hours to count down so I can go home and turn it on again. Sitting here thinking of things to add to the my "construction project". Like, how I can move that spring next to my underground hall into the hall and create a pool. And do so without flooding a particular area. I could go on and on, but you get the idea. Or maybe you don't. Maybe unlike me you have already gone through this phase of minecraft and have come out the other side, hopefully in one piece. Or maybe you don't like the game and just don't play it. In which case I ask you this; why are you even reading this? Why are you lurking in a forum for a game you don't like? You already know there is nothing for you here. You should move along. And quickly before the creepers see you.
And I have a complaint about the game. Why are the animals so mentally challenged? Why are they all drawn to the water? Fighting and struggling to escape their watery deaths. Which never seem to come to fruition. They also seem to love the concept of destroying wheat. I can not plant and grow wheat without a chicken, or sheep, or pig, or even a cow jumping up and down on it. Why? Why must they do this. I just wanted to bake a cake. Which I eventually did. But that one cake cost lives eight pigs, four cows, three sheep and fourteen or so chickens. All for a single cake. Seems unnecessary I know. But they had to pay for their crimes with their lives. That is the law of the land. A land I am now calling Nowheatland. I wonder if I can change the name of my game to that. Something else to ponder while life slowly passes until Minecraft begins again.
I guess with all that now said I am more wondering if it is just me. Or are others out there that feel this way. A compulsion to play with no idea why. Digging and building. Digging and building. Oh look, its almost 3PM, I should start looking for my Emerald Nuts. Don't want Robert Goulet showing up and messing with my stuff. He is worse than a creeper. I will say that once more. Robert Goulet is worse than a creeper.
I wonder if they also have the power to keep Minecraft at bay? Probably not. Just wishful thinking in my part. 3 hours til Minecraft!