I hate shipwrecks in Minecraft bc they imply that there is/was some form of intelligent life in Minecraft before the player…… It’s clearly not villagers bc they can’t even build a village properly…… Who are these mysterious ship builders and where did they go…..
actually the more i think ab it the more beautiful and lonely the world gets. i developed this interpretation after mineshafts where added but even before that, the temples buried by sand? trapped caverns in jungles? even in other worlds, fortresses in hell itself now only guarded by skeletons? houses in the end only accessible by portal after defeating the dragon? all relics of a past race thats been mysteriously wiped. the villagers dont know perhaps, they see you and assume your one of them. different perhaps, your nose is much to short and face much to squished, your language garbled complexities they have yet to decode, but thats fine to them. you have things they want and they have things you want. perhaps they will one day, long after you get tired of this world, uncover those past relics as well. perhaps they will recognize the stories passed down, perhaps they will lament not trying to understand you, to find the missing pieces of the race before them now entirely gone.
or something like that. im v tired
Makes you wonder though… If you’re the last of this species, how did you survive? Did whatever radiation that mutated the monsters of this world mutate you, too? After all, you have the ability to respawn after death, and save and load versions of the world. Was this an ability everyone had, or is it new and specifically yours? How long will it take them to identify you as a deity - one who cannot die, who does not age, who comes and goes and tears down or builds up the world as they please…
And then you have to ask, are you a god? Perhaps not in adventure mode, of course, but in creative (and even survival), you kind of are.
In creative, there is no end to what you can summon destroy and do. You don’t need to eat or heal, you can fly, you can do anything. You can trade with the villagers and you can kill them in one hit, then spawn in more with an egg, of all things.
In survival, you’re more limited, forced to deal with objects that already exist or creating new ones by natural means. Still, though, you cannot die permanently, you can pick and choose what you want the world to remember, and you can work for days, weeks, or months without even looking at a bed. To the villagers, you are a god.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but it’s interesting to think about what you look like in Minecraft through an outside perspective. We, as players, hold a horrible and wonderful power in our hands that honestly doesn’t mean a thing, in real life or to us. But perhaps in another world, far off and unknown, it means everything.
But even in survival, you can just put on wings and learn to fly almost instantly. You can take ender pearls and learn to teleport as soon as you get them. You have all the powers of all the mobs who try to attack you and more. Even only with some decent armour and no potions, you can swim in lava for a few seconds, enough to save you most of the time. You can crush diamonds and shape them with your bare hands, carry 1.2 million tonnes of gold on your person and eat spider eyes and zombie flesh with only slight discomfort. There’s all the evidence needed and more to see that you’re definitely mutated and quite possibly an immortal.
And think about this, the civilization that existed before us has been to hell. How else do you explain horse armour and flint & steel in the nether fortress chests? They rode on horses into a land guarded by skeletons and large monsters that throw fireballs at you.
Fuck there’s even more of this is the notes
Keep going through the notes, these people are on galaxy brain mode
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