There were once great wars and the players errected great monuments of vanity and power. But only shattered lavacasts remains, silent witnesses to an era bygone. The valley of wheat long a myth. There's nobody left to kill, and nothing left to grief, except for the grief that comes upon seeing everything that was in juxtaposition to everything that still is
back in 2015 I used to frequent this minecraft server where me and my online buddies would just goof around in. We called our little gang "lunchmoney", after a brief naming session where someone suggested it as a joke, but it stuck. We were all from south east asia, so our time zones weren't very far apart which meant we could schedule when to play with each other. Other people rarely joined the server so we had it all to ourselves. I remember building huge castles, always with that industrial kinda look to it since I used Iron blocks. One of my friends even got admin perms on the server since he "donated" to the host. We played, 4 times a week for almost a year. But I remember one day the server just.. shut down. I couldn't connect to it anymore, despite trying a hundred times. That's when it all came crashing down. My dumbass didn't ask for any of my friend's socials. We just played at around the same time and talked using the server's chat. Now that the server's gone, I couldn't meet them anymore. In desperation, I joined large servers at around the same time I usually join the old server, hoping to find them. any of them, atleast just one. I never found any of them. It's been 5 years since, I haven't played minecraft in a hella long time, I've made new friends whom I share lots of happy memories with. But everytime I watch a minecraft vid on youtube I'm reminded of the time I've spent on that forgotten minecraft server, with people I knew but at the same time didn't. Building things that will never see the light of day again. I like to imagine that, somewhere, in some random hard drive, someone saved the world just before the server went offline, and now explores an exciting plane with thousands of creations, wondering who the hell would spend so much time making all this stuff That "who" would be me, and the lunchmoney crew. edit 15/10/2021 : ShiRaiTou, Goof(or Goov)Ball, Lololgamer, Haikal0123, KubalaiKK, (Forgot first part of name)Tari, danitdm, Farhadbijak, AGoodMeal, and UmpaK, It's Toostew. I'm desperate. I've lost you that day but I refuse to forget what we went through. The things we built, the stupid jokes, the infinite number of overworld days spent on that server. You guys mean so much to me. I'd give anything to meet you all again. Please. Just one more time. Atleast so I can know how you're doing. If any one of you is out there, please contact me. my discord will always be open, promise. (discord link removed) edit 22/5/22 : After a short lapse, I am continuing the search for my friends. I have not given up yet. edit 28/8/22 : Hi everyone. Toostew again. I came back to this post after someone commented asking about the status of my search, and unfortunately I have to report that I can no longer continue it. I've recently scored very well in my SPM (malaysian college entrance exam) and have gotten a full scholarship for a 2-year International Baccalaureate(IB) program. Because of this, I've decided to focus on my education rather than continue this search which I now believe to be impossible to complete. Though I admit I've once said over a year ago that finding them was the most important thing for me, year-ago-me didn't have a scholarship to worry about. So now, I'm trying put it all behind me. No more looking for answers. No more searching an empty ocean. If my memory serves me right, my minecraft friends definitely wouldn't want this for me, They would've wanted me to focus on myself, and my future, rather than chase ghosts from my past. It's time to look forward. I'm sorry this story ends here, but I truly believe it's for the best. Writing this edit made me tear up (Fuck it, I lied, I cried alot.). All that effort, all that time invested just to learn anything about my minecraft friends, all were in vain. Despite a large part of me feeling great that I've been mostly successful in putting this behind me, a tiny part wishes I could still go back to them. To those days. despite knowing very well it's not possible. atleast for now. All I can hope now is that the rest of the lunchmoney crew are happy, healthy and successful wherever they are. To sum it all up, I can definitely say the hardest part of this journey wasn't finding them, It was letting them go.
That's the sorrowful thing i have read today. I feel you bro. But there is beauty in sadness. Even if you will never find them again, you will live forever in their memory too.
I’m setting myself a reminder for 50 years....reply to me if you want me to remind you too, granted its a slim slim chance that UA-cam is still even around then.
the sad thing is. they exist, the codes of them, the builds, your pets, they are locked away forever... now you only have memories of them, and who knows maybe those memories will be locked away in the abyss of your mind too...
Remember. Everything is changing from worse to better and the opposite. Just try to dont forget about what you love... Ive lost this sense long time ago
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Once a young child craving for more time on his PC. You went to your parents and asked if they could give you a few more minutes to play. You have been doing good at school recently, so they agree to let you play about half an hour before you go to sleep. You get back into that tiny dirt hole you made that contains only a furnace and and a crafting table. Soon the sun will rise up again and you'll be able to get out of your tiny mine safe and sound. Meanwhile, you wait for the iron to finish melting. You mine a few blocks, your inventory gets full and you save a few things on a chest. Sun's up back again, so you can get out. Tons of trees surround you, and on the distance, the biome changes being splited by a river. There's a forest. You go explore and you find a wolf. You check your inventory because you remember you killed a few skeletons back in the mine. Only three, that's probably not going to work, but there's no harm in trying. One, nothing. It wasn't going to be that simple, right? Two, nothing. Only one left. You should probably save that to make bone meal and farm a little. Three... Heart particles pop up, and now you know you've got yourself a new friend. You sit your dog down and think about a name for him. What could it be? "Time's up", says your mom, "come downstairs, dinner's ready". You smell the hot pockets, you love them, remember? Time flies and you go to sleep. You invest hours, and hours in this new world you created. You went to a new dimension recently, and shortly after, you fought a dragon. You wander on and off from your minecraft world onto your COD matches with your friends. Fridays are your favorite days because you get to rent a DVD from blockbuster. You have Domino's for dinner and then play with your friends. Some older kids screaming on that lobby, but you loved to hear those kids argue over a match, remember? Sometimes you come back to that world you created. You made a really big house you're really proud about, but recently you haven't got much time to play. There's nothing much else to do anyways. You have full diamond armor, all enchanted. You've conquered every dimension and made it your own. You even made some farms. Besides, now you have a girlfriend, When did that happen? Your online friends started getting jobs on subway to pay for their education, so you don't play with them as often as you did. >Last seen online 2 days ago. >Last seen online 2 months ago. >Last seen online 2 years ago. You have a job to and you're living on your own. You don't speak to your parents very often. The smell of hot pockets has lost its charm and you don't hear your mom calling you for dinner. When did that happen? Where did those times go? You don't have time to play anymore. You got promoted on your job, you're starting to build your very own life. The memories of that kid who wished to stay awake playing all night long start to fade away as you begin to wish you could sleep longer hours. What happened to you? Everything must come to an end, just be sure to make everything out of every second, so that when the time comes, you rather remember these things with a smile and not with a lingering sensation of "I wish I would have changed this. I wish I would have done that". One day you'll go to sleep, only to never wake up again. >Last seen online, ~~ years ago...
when i first read the original comment, i thought the crafting recipe was 3 Quartz on top, 3 glass on the middle and 3 wooden blocks below. i haven't played Minecraft since 2017. God, its been so long since i played ( ; - ; )
Dream? Speedrun? RNG? MCYT? EpicSMP drama? What, are you okay dude? C’mon, they added chicken spawn eggs, let’s go check it out. Also, Stampy just uploaded
@@gecgec3409 hey, skydoesminecraft just uploaded another cops n robbers vid with team crafted! what do you mean skydoeseverything??? Bashurverse is still a watermelon idk who you mean by Toasty
Before my grandma passed away last year we always bonded over silly things. She was super childish in the funnest way possible. She had been suffering from dementia and didn’t have much time with me left. For about four years we played Minecraft. I know that sounds strange but she was absolutely captivated by it. She laughed every time she would see an animal or flowers. She didn’t really do much outside of look at the animals and scenery but she enjoyed all of it. One thing she always said was how soothing the music was. Sometimes she would just leave my iPad open on Minecraft so she could listen to the music while she knitted. One of the last things to go in dementia is the memories of music. I can’t help but wonder if this is what her mind sounded like while trying to remember the music in the game. Thanks for being my best play buddy Gram Janet :) 1937-2020
What an Amazing grandmother. Or as the kids would say nowadays W grandma. Rest In Peace some grandma that i never have met but I’m sure you were amazing.
"there was a time in minecraft when you didnt need lapis to enchant" I would tell my kids. They won't believe. They never will. To them, my mind is gone. A shadow of the man that raised them and brought forth their life. In my hospital bed I languish. Despite them being by my side, I am alone. Desperately trying to connect. "Roblox used to give out tickets to players everyday for free." When they can't stand anymore of me, they tell me it's nap time. I'm not tired, but i let them have their way. Closing my eyes, I hear their steps slowly fade away. The door gently shuts. I am alone.
None of them believe me when I say how dark the night would get. Seven blocks away from a torch and you’d be absorbed by the darkness. they kept trying to correct me but I know minecraft like the back of my hand, and yet I’m bewildered when I play the game and see colors I don’t recognize. I see blocks and monsters and animals that I’ve never seen before. I see chunks of meat in the corner. I don’t understand. it was all so clear. I tried to find the game I played back in the day but I could never find it. All I have left is a game I don’t even recognize.
I'd give it a cold stare, but ease up and give it some flint and steel. It may be my least favorite block in the game, but I do take them for granted. I should at least show some bit of respect.
Knowing that music is one of the few things dementia patients forget last, and how many of us played and loved minecraft, this video seriously could be a warning of what may come, our last memories being C418’s songs. Dementia is really scary man.
That could be the best thing to have as a last memory. The endless beauty and colorfulness of C418’s music, something none of us will ever forget. The memories its linked to may fade, but the symphony of its melody will be there forever, and with it a generation.
“Hey grandson, what ya playin’?” “It’s this old game called Minecraft, do you know what it is?” “yeah it’s.. uh.. a game where you..” “Grandpa you alright?” “..I just.. can’t seem to remember.”
No. NO. SHUT UP. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER. THREE FINGERS ON FOUR LETTERS, A THUMB ON THE SPACEBAR AND MY PINKY OUT TO THE LEFT. THE MOUSE IS THE WAY TO LOOK. AND THEN- And then you mine for.. What do we mine for..?
The worst part is that with the first song, you immediately know which one it is. As the video goes on its harder and harder to tell, until the end and you have no idea.
gonna burn this into a cd and bury it somewhere, so when archeologists find it 200 years later they can listen to the tunes of the olden age. UPDATE: 10/31/2021 I'm updating you guys on the comments. if a thing happens to this silly little project I did, I'll let anyone who's interested know. Happy halloween UPDATE 7/4/2022 Happy 4th of july! the usb is still working and functional. it's been awhile! hope your all having a wonderful holiday : ) i have plans later to relocate it somewhere more remote, im taking a field trip up to Oregon and i'll see if i can find a nice spot to rehome it.
ahhahadshhsghs im so mad i deleted my first world :/ i had it when i was like 7 but i switched versions and things in the chests were gone so i deleted it like a year after it was made and i only have one screenshot of it :'(
my first was broken. I didn't have a good enough graphics card when i first got the game, so stuff didn't work. Text was all boxes and the world couldn't render.
Your perception of time changes the older you get. 20 years, 40 years, it all starts to blur together at some point. Before you know it, you're old, wondering where the time went.
"stampy...remember stampy joseph?" "granpa..." "he just uploaded a while ago..." "its been 58 years. He's already dead" "58? 58 years?" "yes grandpa" "im going to sleep now... i'll see when he uploads again"
I don’t remember the exact world but I can remember moments throughout my first couple of worlds that make me feel so nice. I remember the first time I played I did the tutorial and was running and jumping around breaking the grass and getting seeds trying to eat them. I also remember in a random world the first time I saw spiders during night. The red eyes scared me so much and I just had sand blocks and built a little 4x4 wall keeping the monsters out. I also remember the first time I made torches and was walking down a dark corridor and getting mad that they weren’t working and when my finger slipped and placed the torch I felt so stupid. I remember being in some jungle biome and it turned day, and I saw skeletons in trees just catching on fire and chasing me. The best part was going to school and talking to all my friends about our experiences and laughing and teaching each other different things. What a beautiful game.
@@tordropzz2828 First world I had I mined for days, got lost, used the last of my wood to put my stuff in it. This happened like 10 times, and eventually I just went looking for that loot. After that, I built a wooden cabin with a brick/lava fireplace. Went down to get the last chest, came back up and the entire thing was burnt down. Started a new world, but somewhere I still have that save from like 2011.
First world was on pocket edition a week after it was released for iOS. It was a creative world and I didn’t know you could fly, so I would just dig down to bedrock and place ladders the way back up.
Pocket edition. Kindle fire. Blasted a massive hole in the ground and built my house around it. It's gone, lost to the ages. Lost to a dead device with a dead application running on a dead cashing system.
First world was an island in the alpha days which i quickly leveled up and made a dirt pyramid in the center,, smelted all the sand to make glass which i quickly broke and my failed landscaping attempts basically created a dangerous. Sea of whirpools where one of the beaches used to be, I was a coward back then and didn't venture deep in the cave system, despite making my base precisely in the main entrance to said cavs( also i was an idiot and didn't think of making my own tunnels instead of exploring said cave system) so i only had leather armor and iron tools. One day tried to explore beyond the small chain of small islands which sorrounded my home to gather more ressources and maybe start expanding, after some success i was planning on returning home but got lost in the way, after crashing on an island at first tought may had been close to my home i was quckly got swarmex and died, only to find myself on a bed i had placed in tbe middle of nowhere and then killed again, after getting blown up againi spawned on some other random point which wasn't my island, after that my n00b @$$ gave up on that world and barely playex minecraft until the Beta 1.8 update, but that's a tale for another day
The hardest part of life is growing up. Not knowing that those moments would shortly become memories. Breaking down every time you remember them. I miss being happy. Depression is so hard sometimes. I miss the way things were. I miss the part of me that was hopeful and had big dreams. I just wanna go back.
Im just 15, and my brother intrintroduced to minecraft when i was at a very young age. I allways loved minecraft it has allways has been a part of my life, i love this game and all the memories i... i just.... want to go back and have the fun of my life just placing tnt blocks and exploding them, i... i... just want to feel free and careless like back then.
Me too.. I want to go back to my first time playing the game. Everything was so mysterious and unknown and a bit creepy as well. Back when me and my friends would play the game on the 360 and we’d make cool stuff and play capture the flag with wool cause there weren’t banners in the game yet. I miss those days
Well youtube is freaking stupid and my comment got yeeted since i said "f*ck" a couple of times, I hope you read what it said, but just in case you didn't: You can pull through this, not being 210% strong all the time is completely fine, you can distract yourself from the things that keep you down, and let me tell you, It's completely okay to feel the way you do, everyone crumbles when they think about how fast time passes, and it's only natural that we feel melancholic about it. You're a trooper and a strong motherf*cker for managing to get as far as you have, i hope and wish that you can find the happines that you deserve soon enough. Keep on keeping on, because just by reading this all the way it shows that you actually care, and I know I'm just a random guy on the internet, but if i can take a couple minutes to write a comment caring about you, then everyone else that you may think that don't care can. I'm proud of you for reading this all the way and i hope you take this to heart. Pick your crown and get your chin up chief, cause you f*ckin' got this :)
I'm 16 now, I've been playing minecraft since I was 9. I remember the first server I went on, I made lots of new friends who were online everyday. But I made my first real bestfriend on there. He introduced me to Undertale. Those years were the worst growing up, but he made them worth while and fun, he gave me a reason to get out of bed and want to live to see the next day. The server had to close, it was a small server so everyone knew each other and it was sad for all of us, but him and I moved to a different server and continued on from there. Then my computer stopped working. I couldn't get ahold of him. I cried endlessly, my depression and suicidal thoughts worsened. He was like a little brother to me, we were so close. Once I got a new computer, I was so excited to see him again. I saw he had been online a few days ago, no biggie, I'll just wait. I waited for days, then months. I found his discord through the website for the old shut down server. We talked, but I soon realized that he had moved on, he found another friend on a server. We last talked on september 15. "Night! Hope to talk to ya tomorrow!" ..He never responded after that. I then lost some of my friends that I've known since 3rd grade, I was almost as close to them as I was to him. My depression got so bad, I had attempted 4 times by then. Years have passed, more attempts, more friends. I'm now on medication for depression and anxiety and have been in an outpatient mental hospital twice. I've gotten better and my last attempt was in 2019. My dog died in a freak accident which was my fault so that caused me to spiral, but I'm still alive so that's a plus. Early 2020 I got into Danganronpa and while role playing, I met this really funny guy. We talked more and more, voice called, video called, played different games, hell he just shot me a message half way through typing this. He's my best friend, I don't know what i'd do without him. He's helped me without even knowing it. But I'm scared, I'm so scared he's going to forget about me, want nothing to do with me, and eventually leave without saying a word. He's super funny, witty, quick on his feet, fun, smart, and overall amazing. I'm not funny, a bit slow in the mind, and my sense of humor is strange and makes people uncomfortable. I almost forget to mention that the old server reopened. A lot is the same, but a lot is different. That would've been fine, but nobody is on. Ever. Not even the owner. I log on and just wander around, "This is where we used to fish" "This is where we used to battle to get into the cake room" and so on. I haven't shared any info about any of this before, so It's nice to get it off my chest. Nobody I've mentioned and nobody I know will find this comment. I don't care if people read this, I just want it out. I want my story out there. Of how Minecraft made my life so much better, and how it ruined it. There are always pros and cons.
You said that old server opened up again. What's its ip and what's the gamemode? I've been looking for a smaller server to play vanilla survival. Even if it wasn't vanilla survival, I'd be more than happy to join you. My discord is MetroplexPrime#6969 if you're interested.
Nighttime. You are riding your horse in the dark, open fields. You spot a river. You dismount and open your inventory You take out the leash to carry your horse across the river, but he is not there You look around. Surely he hasn't gone to far? You Frantically search around until you realize you went in the wrong direction. You look out into the distance, And you see the sllhouette of a village. the warm glow of the windows draws you towards them Suddenly, The village renders out into nothingess. Confused, you approach the village, but nothing is there. just an empty field You look up at the night sky. There are less stars than you remember. You look at your Hotbar. Your Iron sword looks wrong. It's... Stone? That can't be right. You open your inventory. You were sure you had more items. Where's all your loot? You look off into a line of trees in the distance. They start to render into nothingess. You Start running. What is happening to the world? The items in your hotbar become different. You look at the ground beneath you. It is starting to fade into emptiness. You look up at the moon. It too is fading Your memories are fading... You are fading. These were your last fading memories. Memories of an endless and blocky world where the limit is your imagination. But that doesn't matter. What matters is whether you enjoyed it or not And you sure as hell know you did. And it was worth it
This is low key depressing, it makes me think about how long I have left to enjoy my favorite little block game, but it also gives me a feeling of unease
@@A_random_boy i first played minecraft in 2013 so i actually remember more of my first world- it hits harder for me, since i havent played even the basegame minecraft without mods since about 2018
Imagine in like 30 years you log on to your account, and you go to see hypixel and it has 3 players or none. That's the scariest thing ever, everything will be forgotten. There is no saying how long you last in memories after you die.
I remember my first world well, at least the first world I got very affectionate with. It was a Creative world that had a lot of holes everywhere, aswell as TNT Catapults. I also had my house which was a one-story bunker (because it was a flat world three blocks deep I was forced to do it in plain sight), surrounded by a one-block lava river just like an attempted bridge drawbar (pretty decent for a 10 year old). It also had a bedrock covered railway system (it looked like a tunnel) that connected to a town that had been surrounded by a wall of, also, bedrock. That town was one of my best experiences since I created a "nation" with a flag (horizontal with three stripes of purple, white and green / brown, with the face of a villager in the center). They had greenhouses in the crops (surrounded by glass), even a disco with a cake floor (for pogo) and a clock system with lights. Going back to the bunker, it was quite simple but for me it was wonderful. The base was made of bedrock as well as a wall that surrounded the bunker. On those walls I put golems (made of iron and snow), the seconds would melt often so I armed them frequently. Also try creeper-headed houses among other things. Oh and also an airport that was, along with the "nation-village", one of my most ambitious projects that took me several days, even though it was a gigantic one-room room, where you left and there was a big runway. Then the most recent world and the one I tried the most with was, again, a village surrounded by a cobblestone wall (but in survival mode), with a natural harbor and a huge gate. The wall was multi-tiered and usable. Finally, I decorated the corners a bit by putting stairs and tiles to give them a more "natural" look and not so square.
Here's a depressing thought. The electrical signals in your brain, the ones that a blink would miss.. They are *_You._* You do not exist, at least not for more than a second. Your mind tricks you into thinking that You remember the past things You did, but those people were not You. Neither was You from 3 seconds ago. You are gone, yet You are here. The signals in your mindscapes only last for a millisecond. Your memories are not physical things that stay in your head to be accessed at any time, your brain simply conjures it up when it is needed, misguiding You into believing that what You are experiencing now, You have experienced before, in the form of memories. you have experienced these, but *_You_* haven't. They were not You, yet they _were_ you. But still, not the You that you are now. You are new, but not for long. enjoy this existence while You have it, for it soon will all be.. _A Memory._ my first existential-dread-powered comment i'm part of the club now, lol
@@logged-out conciousness is not really properly scientifically explainable at this time. things like conciousness and memory seem to exist only as the result of patterns of particles and reactions but without any definite substance. kinda like how a shadow is a "thing" cause we can see it but its not made of atoms or anything, just an area where light is obscured therefore scientifically its not really classified as a thing. the mind is the same way, its the observed shadow of a biological supercomputer
The song titles read like this is a meme album, and to an extent it probably is, but goddamn this works quite well. With your permission I’d love to turn this into a resource pack. Edit Dec.24: To those asking for this to become a resource pack, I’m still waiting to see if the original video creator would give me permission to use their music. If they say yes, then I’ll happily begin work on the resource pack. Edit Oct.4.2021: Its been a full-year, so I very-sadly do not think I will be getting permission from the album creator. That said, I will attempt to create my own album to go with the resource pack, but I do not know how long this will take me. Wish me luck tho!
“Hey grandpa look at this drawing I made at school!” “That looks nice, now wait a minute.. he looks familiar” “The drawing?” “Yes. I can’t quite think of his name..” “Well, i’m gonna go play outside, see you later grandpa.” “What was his name..” “Ah.. Steve.”
"You need to punch trees to get wood.." "What?" "...with 2 sticks and 3 planks you can make a pickaxe..." "Grandpa what are you talking about?" "...than start to mine for irons..." "Did you take your medicines today?" "...dont get scared by the cave sounds, herobrine cant find you here..." "ok come with me, lets get your medicines"
@@AethernaLuxen "son, do you still have my pc?" "Yeah dad, why?" "Lemme borrow that for a sec." *goes on minecraft* *Sweden plays* *he sees his house and his dog and tears up* *someone joins the game* *they look around* Their nametags reads aa1, it seems familiar. Aa1: Edward? Its been years! The old man finally remembers. Minecraft wasn't the greatest game of all time, it wasn't the next gen experience. It was just fun. And minecraft is the memories you hold on to when the experience is over.
finally, someone mentions it! it's a shame that when people think of c418, they just think of "very relaxing video game music". while i do agree he's really good at that, there are other works made by daniel that carry very contrasting tones than sweden or wet hands, like the nether tracks, or his 2017 album "excursions" the track "the end" hits hard. it genuinely felt like an homage to caretaker. very distorted, unrecognizable noises will be carrying you for most of the track. the few noises that you _do_ recognize are parts of songs from the overworld -- the tracks you've heard the most. they're not anything too obvious, but they're recognizable enough for you to point out. and then it hits you with sweden. again, still very distorted, and legible enough to be recognized. but this time, it's actually somewhat clear. it's actually playing the song. slowed down, distorted and played in a different key. it's genuinely tear-jerking if you listened to it all the way thru. what an amazing piece of work. tl;dr c418 music good
I was listening to this, feeling okay Suddenly I start crying like a child, my roommate didn't know what to do, since I wasn't really an emotional person I suddenly felt a sharp, deep sting of sadness, I... I...I am so proud of ever being a part of this community, thank you for everything you did, I hope I remember why I liked this game so much
I know exactly what you mean, the Minecraft community is so wholesome for the most part, it's so good to see such a big game just being appreciated rather than toxic
POV you're listening to this as one of the last people to have experienced Minecraft. Your memories continue to become fuzzier and fuzzier, but you know for certain that once the last few people like you are gone, Minecraft will be truly, finally, forgotten.
No it won't. As long as the Internet exists, Minecraft can never truly be forgotten. Remember that people still have copies of the original Pong laying around. Someone in the future will lovingly collect and play it like a vintage video game title.
@@aconite72 I wonder how far videogames will advance in the future. Will they make games like minecraft seem like pacman in comparison to other games of the time?
@@sadjoysplode VR is pretty big already. I suppose a few more years and they’ll probably plug straight into your brain and you can experience the game by yourself. But if games develop to that point, we’d have already figured out how the brain works so ... dementia must’ve already been cured. Fingers crossed.
Or in worst case, over half of humanity is wiped out due to global warming and pollution if it’s never solved in the coming decades, and because of that, society and technology is destroyed, then Minecraft’s legacy might end
your dog sat there waiting. In the cozy house made out of planks and cobblestone. Time passes by He is still waiting, right where you left him...faithfully. The house starts to decay, you moved on. But he still has hope. He sat there waiting for you to come back and give him a steak. But its over...with time he realizes that. He sat there forever.
..omfgg Noooooo you just gave me flashbacks to gr33n nooo he was a sheep on an old word i had and he's been sitting in that small dirt hut for two years now...... :(((
I find this oddly comforting. It feels like I’m in a big empty hall, surrounded by the sleeping, protective forms of benevolent creatures far more powerful than I, with a warm fire crackling lazily nearby.
It feels like sleeping in a plane and around you there are newborn gods dreaming up universes and laws of phisics and history. Over the plane near the horizon sits crouched a gigantic stone statue with the proudest look on its face. The face of both a father watching his son become a man in his own right and the face of a mother watchin her kid take their first steps. All is well and it will always be.
What an accurate description of dementia. Yes dementia is VERY NICE AND COMFORTING! Totally not a horrible disease that destroys a person's mind and who they are. :) :):):)
@@pdr_2703 especially in this context where it's a lyricless music, not a song that include some literral meaning transmitted by words. Personally i don't find that the music convey to me fellings related to dementia or mental iliness in general, even if this may be the original song theme. For me it's a mixture of creepy and nostalgic vibes (the liminal space ambiance, like you wander in your city at 4am and there is nobody, the streets you know are empty, and maybe there is fog or snow which is unusual in your climate, or you are at your school/university/office or in some parking lot where it's empty) I feel this same liminal feeling when i join some of my olds minecraft singleplayer worlds. Nowadayw i only play multiplayer on a server with friends, but then, in my early days of Minecraft, it was only singleplayer on some creative or survival worlds. For me this is some nostalgia/liminal space song with maybe some subtle conforting yet creepy undertone (like maybe there is something watching you, something here, but more probably nothing and you are alone you don't know, you are not threatened, it's just... weird, unusual.
"and this is where I built my first home" "But Dad, why is it just a big box?" "well sweetie, I wasn't very good at building back then." "I bet your other worlds look a lot better, daddy." "They were beautiful, sweetheart. They were beautiful."
Making me think about my past... My brother and I used to play Minecraft all the time together, life was simpler, you know? It’s crazy to realize how fast life goes by. He’s moving out of the house soon, and I’ll be ending high school and moving out, too. Just makes me wish I was young again. Although people may never see this, I hope somebody gets blessed with similar memories of their childhood.
Ah. This just made me think of my own past with Minecraft.. My brother is 5 years older than me. My sister is a year and a half older. And I have a twin. We all used to sit and play Minecraft for hours on end, never getting tired of it, always having something new to make. We would stay up all night building villages and kingdoms. I think those were the last good moments of bonding that we all shared. My brother is 21 now. He got kicked out of our house when he was 18. My older sister is 18, about to graduate high school. I still play Minecraft with my twin sometimes. But I really don't know if, or when, we'll all get to play Minecraft together again. I hope we can some day.
Parents now: "Are you really going to waste your whole day playing that game ://" Me in the future: *puts on my headphones with tears in my eyes, joining my son on discord* "come on son, let's find some diamonds"
in the future we should share what made us happy but also respect what makes them happy. This generation complains about our parents wanting us to be a certain way. In the future we don't want to do that. Share what makes you happy and let them share what makes them happy too, you can ask them if they want to play a game you played as a kid, if they say no. dont force them. If they say yes, let them explore show your skills and what you learned and see if you guys can learn anything new together.
soon there will be decade-old worlds, still untouched, the world being placed for decades world being forgotten reals and servers empty forever builds unfinished for forever continuing, this changed my perception of time, centuries later someone will re-find Minecraft and put in a random server and join, finding a world of buildings and towns a world of farms and unfinished paths then they'll make their own world and he'll make the last build, someone will make the last server, the last realm, the last world, the last block. there will be an end but let's make it a happy one.
The abrupt endings of each song hit so hard. It's like enjoying a pleasant memory, and suddenly getting shaken out of it. The memory doesn't even get a chance to slowly fade into black or something, it just quickly slips and falls from the brain.
It's like when you have this genius idea for something but when you go to make it you forget it & never remember it, or by the time you remember it, it's like ages later
the actual everywhere at the end of time is depressing enough, but to have its concept met with something that has a special place in my heart that there's a good chance i won't remember in my final breaths is too much
The Caretaker's music of dementia combined with the unforgettable memories of this nostalgic game is a strange reminder of our own lives, how the best things can fizzle out to a blur.
Let's go to a place where everything is made of blocks, where the only limit is your imagination. Let's go wherever you want to go, venture to the highest mountains, venture down to the deepest caves. Build anything you want, day or night, rain or shine, because this is the most significant sandbox you'll ever step foot in.
I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
This is actually scary because Everywhere at the end of time is made with what a dementia patent would hear in their young days. If someone 60 years from now on wanted to make something that days' dementia patents listened to when they were young, it could very well be the minecraft ost.
That's just scary. You can't stop death, sure. You can repell it by being given medication, staying in a hospital. But you just have to cherish everything you have right in the moment. All be it, a very long moment
@@DoxToDox If you are so afraid of death, I implore you to at least start researching into Christianity. Jesus Christ has defeated death, and you can also defeat death if you trust on him based on his work for you. He paid for your sins against God.
@@SaintPaulus Spread your propaganda somewhere else. I know you see an opportunity since a lot of vulnerable people can be found on this side of UA-cam, but it’s gross.
@@nymphia5767 “ It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the banquet house: since this is the end of every man; and the living man will apply good warning to his heart.” (Ecclesiastes 7:3)
23:34, "All you are going to want to do is get back to that lost world". This could just be referring to the Minecraft world, but it also fits really well under the context of that "world" just being the past. Being young and playing Minecraft, by yourself or with friends, feeling almost like a different world.
this makes me feel an emotion that doesn’t exist yet. it’s wonderful. yet heartbreaking. it feels like the moment i realized i wasn’t really a kid anymore.
I see the player you mean Steve? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
This is just gonna be our version of dementia. Fuzzy memories of playing Minecraft with the boys that slowly turn into confused day dreams, and then nothing.
The scariest and saddest thing is that you're right. I've started making my Minecraft memories back in 2010. They're all fuzzy daydreams now. I'm not sure they're even real anymore
Sometimes videos with comments like this make you step back and realize how many of us all had similar experiences but different ones, all around one game, and this game has engraved itselfs into the souls and hearts of many people, and something about that really hits different, most of us just little kids or adults, but we all played this game and had fun at some point
This genuinely hits very hard for me, when put into the context of the caretakers work and taking something that is a large part of my life I genuinely broke down into tears listening to this, and when I regained my composure I looked at what song was playing and saw "remembering your first world", and when I tried to remember it I couldn't and I only went back to sobbing as I listened through this meme of an album, this isn't just a meme its bringing out what the caretakers message was and making it more real to us, the minecraft community and for me when I try to think of my earliest memories of this game I remember all of the friends that are now gone and how little I can remember playing those worlds. Thank you for making this.
I think I still remember mine...On PE. Year 2013 . Seed 4,0,3?? I'm not completely sure anymore. This was one was special. On the exact block you spawn, if you dig straight down, you'll find 7 iron ore, 4 gold ores, and finally 2 diamounts. I remember building a 2 story high house made completely of bricks. I would never find the exact amount of clay to finish my house no matter where I looked. The world was too small and yet it I felt as it if my home. I remembered what it looked like on each corner of the world. That world is now gone.
I'm so glad I remember the first moments of Minecraft back in 2013. Seed used: Warren (my name lol, I didn't know what a seed was. My name seemed to be a valid input) Biome: snowy tundra (old PE version in 0.7.0) First structure: brick room without a ceiling, with a mysterious glowstone floor (I had a fascination with glowstone)
@@dee23gaming a respectable first time house. I loved glowstone too. I put it on top of 2 fences then tried to cover them with trapdoor to make it seem like it was a latern.
"Hey there, player. You may know me, or maybe you forgot about me when you were too busy growing up. I have waited here all this time for you to come back. To come back and play with the world you generated in, with your dog and your house that you had built for me to live in. You gave me tools, armor-- everything I needed to survive in this land that seemingly keeps on generating forever and ever. I thank you for creating me and all of the adventures me and my friends went through. Please, come back one more time before you fade away forever. I can't bear to lose another player to be lost to time. Just one more minute to play with the world, please? Like you always said when you were saying up late at night, and got caught doing so, like old times. Just, please, play again. You can play for a second, a minute, an hour-- I truly don't care how long you play. I just want to see your face beam with happiness, one more time... One more time before we fade away."
He was a nerdy kid. I guess I was too, but I was too "cool" to admit it. (Despite the lack of friends that I blamed on moving schools a lot). I mean, before then I heard the name before. I was playing ROBLOX. My dad let the neighbor kid in and he came and saw me playing and asked if it was Minecraft, I said no, didn't think about it since. But that nerdy kid in school, Elliot. I just decided to talk to him one day. Turned into a week. And we became friends. We talked about all sorts of video games. Fallout New Vegas had just come out not too long ago but we were both obsessed with Fallout 3. We were in the sixth grade but our parents didn't care what we played as long as it wasn't Grand Theft Auto. I remember him inviting me to his house so that I could help him install some mods for his game. Barely knowing what I was doing myself lol. He started up a game as I was doing that on his other computer, and he looked over at me and asked if I'd ever played Minecraft. I made my first world there. Mined my first stone, crafted my first workbench, and placed my first plank. I spawned in a mountainous area with floating islands. To this day I still prefer cave bases built inside of mountains. The wonder, the joy, the pure sense of amazement that there were floating islands that I could just... build up to. I moved, again, and the small little clique I managed to form I left behind as well, as I have done in the past and have continued to do since. I hope you're doing alright, Elliot.
it's like going inside an abandoned server that used to have so many people but no where to be seen. You see their houses and signs they made. Their dogs just sitting were they left it. You wonder what memories they had in that server while they were still actively playing in there. it's quite sad to think about but it has happened to me.
I've had that happen twice now. It's really sad, I can confirm. The first time I was in a server like that I thought it would last forever. Proved me wrong. I'm now in a different server, though I'm afraid it's getting close to the same end like the other two... Kinda miss my friends.
Its 9 september 2021 , many years will have passed , but the algorithm will once again unite us to remind us that true happiness is not out there, but right here right now! Have an amazing day or night traveler.
Because of how ubiquitous it is to the people born around this time, there very likely will be someone born around now who’s final broken thoughts are of a cute little block game they used to play when they were little.
I kind of want to cry.This gives me a sort of sad, dreading nostalgia. It reminds me of my own mortality, in a strange way, but in a way I can relate to.
@@SaintPaulus religions are too complicated,you don't know if it's real or not,but I think god probably exists but who knows,no one ever came back to tell us.
damn this hit me hard, first time i played minecraft was on xbox 360 about 9 years ago and i played it everyday with my brother, until we just stopped..... I found that 360 like 3 weeks ago and loaded my old profile and saw all my old worlds, just burst into tears and cried for like 10 mins
This would go perfectly with a redstone puzzle map I made.. even without any music it makes you feel as alone and isolated as you can.. it has an eerie and surreal environment, and you feel disconnected from every other room and the minecraft world the further your progress through it
"Trying to remember your first world" This one got me and made me cry. I played my first world with my dad and we had a lot of fun together. I remember that our first house was interresting, it was some dirt blocks above the ground and there was water over it that we never removed, the water was always falling and making water sounds. We also had a house in a near beach with pumpkins over it, I don't remember how to get from one house to another, but I remember the houses. I also remember the first time we saw rain in the game, it was also raining in real life and it was a remarkable memory. For some reason, eventually, I started to play Minecraft alone in other worlds. I still play games with my dad, but I don't even play Minecraft anymore. I don't know what happened to my first world, was it lost during some PC change? What about the other worlds that I played and passed so many hours in? I could try to find my last one in the Files, but... Would I still want to play it? Would the new updates corrupt it in an unplayable mess? In that first lost world, did I replaced the crops from the beach house last time I played? Would I recognize the path to my houses, or to my own mine? I don't even know how my mine looked like. How many diamonds... How many trees... Was there a wolf? Probably not, but I don't know. I don't know anymore. Sometimes I remember some glimpses of that world and it always fills me with happiness and nostalgia. Such a good and weird feeling. But I cannot remember everything, and I wonder how were the memories that I forgot. Thank you for this video, it's beautiful in its own way, like those precious memories that we all hold close to our hearts.
I used to play minecraft with my dad too. We don't play that much together anymore, but I remember the pirate ship and cruise ship we built together, and the house with a shop on the first floor, and how he would farm and fish and I would walk around and collect flowers and seeds :')
I remember my first world......just random blocks everywhere my little kid brain trying to comprehend what power I had in my hands....I was excited when I woke up...my dad waiting for me....and a new game next to me in bed...it was Minecraft: PS3 edition, it was my happiest moemnt in life!
I remember telling my dad to download Minecraft and he download the official (so is one day of playing and before that you have to pay xd) and I remember creating so may worlds to only play one day, I was scared of the loneliness of the game (idk I had like 8 or 9... Even 11) and I really wanted to play with friends (now I can) and now I can finally complete that dream for 9 or 10 yr me.
I don't fear death. If it comes, I am ready to accept it and move on to the next world. But this scares me. If I have one true fear in this world, it's this. Just the thought of becoming a lifeless husk of my former self, clinging to the shattered remnants of my memories, it's just *horrifying...*
Being new to minecraft is one hell of a unique experience. I joined back in 1.6.4, but didn't give survival a fair shake until the glorious 1.7 update came out. I can still remember distinctly the first world I truly played in. I was lucky enough to spawn next to a village. It was incredibly small, only really having 3-4 buildings. There was a single road, in the shape of an L. There was a blacksmith at the bottom of the L, one of those "huts" on the inside corner of the L, and on the outer long side of the L, there were (if I remember correctly) two larger building, a library, and I think the "butcher" (the building with a fenced in back yard) The Village was situated in a wide-open plains biome. The only other biome I remember for sure was the Jungle, which was about 80-100 blocks behind the village (you got a great view from the back of the library and butchers). There are only a few memories I have of this world. I made a small little quarry behind the village "hut" so that I could build my own village house, but out of stone. When digging that quarry, I found my first proper cave, and equipping my freshly made iron pick, I ventured down into the cave. At lava level, the cave began to spaghetti off into other caves, so the lava lake "room" was vast and interesting. I actually found my first Redstone there, although I didn't know what it did. Unfortunately, I didn't find any diamonds in that cave, and hoping to not get lost, I ended that adventure there, returning to the surface to finish my house. The only other memories I have of this world are of a quick playthrough in creative mode. I wanted to experiment with diving into lakes using the jungle trees and their vines. I was a bit disappointed to see the vines in the jungle hadn't grown yet though. I then experimented with eyes of ender, just to see where the stronghold was. The eyes led deep within the jungle and to a picturesque lake. Beneath that lake, surrounded entirely by jungle, was the stronghold. Sadly, this is all I remember of the world. It was on an old computer, that has since died. And even taking the old world files off the hard drive, I'm pretty sure young me deleted the world long ago. I got pretty tired of scrolling through so many world, so I purged most of my new worlds library, unknowingly killing many of my memories, and one of my favorite old worlds with it.
When we get to a age were we slowly forget what minecraft is, but we will still have afound memory of a piano slowly playing while you watch a blocky sunset slowly sink to the bottom of a land made of cubes, while a friend sitting next you only barking with joy.
I remember once when I was little, I used to play Minecraft on my mother’s iPad back in 2011. The first world I made, was beautiful to me. It started out as a small house area, with an imaginary eating area that could be reached by a ladder. By the ladder were a few chests that I used to store stuff. Over the span of a few years, I had made so many different structures, being a bridge connecting from a large ravine-ish looking river structure, that connected to a watch tower with a huge flag next to it, a complex cave maze system to get me places, and a bigger house with a “roller coaster” on top of it. I had used nether reactors in creative mode and had activated them, spawning huge nether rack towers around my built structures. I continued to expand into more land and caves. It was all going great, till my sister let my cousin play on that world I had been working on. My cousin went into creative mode and flew out of bounds of my territory. After I had realized what he had done, I began frantically looking for any sign of what I knew as my territory. I began to cry because all of that work that I had put into that world was now gone. At this period in time I did not know of the existence of commands. I could have easily have used /gamerule keep inventory, then have used /kill to get myself back to my bed back at my territory. Out of frustration I ended up deleting the game, and all the data in it. The world that I once roamed in, was gone. I still think about that world, and all the beautiful memories and adventures I once had in it.
same but i played in abt 2012-13. the first world i remember was like a mountain or some shit and we had this rollercoaster thingy going into teh mountain. havent logged into the world in fucking years but i can still visualize wut the world looked like. the 2nd was when redstone was first added into bedrock lol. didnt know how to fucking use it. also theres his one time where me and my siblings built this huge rollercoaster and i think it went on for atleast 2km. yea lul. i didnt even know where the start was, never will. fucking insane how dis last one was 7 1/2 y e a r s ago. actually maybe closer to 8 idk. im nearly 14 now btw.
Reminds me of the soundtrack for The End. However, I feel like for us gen z folks, this truly captures the horror of what Kirby was trying to emulate while creating the original album. This is what it would feel like if you grew up in the 1930s-40s and listened to Everywhere at the End of Time. It's music that's supposed to be comforting. Supposed to be familiar. But, alas... it's just a burning memory.
This. I understand the impact of the Caretaker, but couldn't 'feel it' quite well emotionally because I have no emotional or nostalgic connection to the music. A game that I've grown up with + the knowledge that one day a masterpiece like this will be forgotten and so will I, now _that_ hits right where the Caretaker wants it to.
The dogs, all the colorful collars, jumping with excitement, finally the player returns to the world. But he doesn't even look at them. *minecraft wolf whimpering*
The dogs bark and whine to the villagers who roam. the player comes in, and disconnects. all light and motion fades from the world indefinitely; holding in a stasis forever.
now i imagine my first minecraft world staying same for years and gonna stay that way for a long time, my chickens in the farm waiting for seeds, my dog sitting in the house waiting for me, my house not getting any upgrades, my irons waiting in the furnace... Not knowing that they are already forgetten... And nobody is ever gonna see them again... They just gonna stay at there... With my childhood....
![All you are going to want to do is get back there - The Caretaker [1 hour]](/img/n.gif)
pov: you're the last guy playing in the oldest anarchy server before its shut down forever
hungary
the 2b2t last server
There were once great wars and the players errected great monuments of vanity and power. But only shattered lavacasts remains, silent witnesses to an era bygone. The valley of wheat long a myth. There's nobody left to kill, and nothing left to grief, except for the grief that comes upon seeing everything that was in juxtaposition to everything that still is
that once almost was Fit, the day 2b2t almost died
@@niga3 why did I laugh. _WHY DID I LAUGH._
“ah, how do you craft that again?”
“...grandpa, who are you talking to?”
This could be me someday and that makes me so sad
“Do you have some iron? My pic broke”
"Have you seen my dog? I haven't seen him in a while"
@@hexes_andjinxes NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
@@firstnamelastname9205 :)
"how many obsidian blocks do you need, I forget"
"grandpa, what are you talking about"
I started a war in the comments lol
@@doggobind w-
@@doggobind wrong
This made me want to cry.
@@doggobind 10
14 if you want corners
back in 2015 I used to frequent this minecraft server where me and my online buddies would just goof around in. We called our little gang "lunchmoney", after a brief naming session where someone suggested it as a joke, but it stuck. We were all from south east asia, so our time zones weren't very far apart which meant we could schedule when to play with each other. Other people rarely joined the server so we had it all to ourselves. I remember building huge castles, always with that industrial kinda look to it since I used Iron blocks. One of my friends even got admin perms on the server since he "donated" to the host.
We played, 4 times a week for almost a year. But I remember one day the server just.. shut down. I couldn't connect to it anymore, despite trying a hundred times. That's when it all came crashing down. My dumbass didn't ask for any of my friend's socials. We just played at around the same time and talked using the server's chat. Now that the server's gone, I couldn't meet them anymore.
In desperation, I joined large servers at around the same time I usually join the old server, hoping to find them. any of them, atleast just one. I never found any of them.
It's been 5 years since, I haven't played minecraft in a hella long time, I've made new friends whom I share lots of happy memories with. But everytime I watch a minecraft vid on youtube I'm reminded of the time I've spent on that forgotten minecraft server, with people I knew but at the same time didn't. Building things that will never see the light of day again. I like to imagine that, somewhere, in some random hard drive, someone saved the world just before the server went offline, and now explores an exciting plane with thousands of creations, wondering who the hell would spend so much time making all this stuff
That "who" would be me, and the lunchmoney crew.
edit 15/10/2021 : ShiRaiTou, Goof(or Goov)Ball, Lololgamer, Haikal0123, KubalaiKK, (Forgot first part of name)Tari, danitdm, Farhadbijak, AGoodMeal, and UmpaK, It's Toostew. I'm desperate. I've lost you that day but I refuse to forget what we went through. The things we built, the stupid jokes, the infinite number of overworld days spent on that server. You guys mean so much to me. I'd give anything to meet you all again. Please. Just one more time. Atleast so I can know how you're doing. If any one of you is out there, please contact me. my discord will always be open, promise.
(discord link removed)
edit 22/5/22 : After a short lapse, I am continuing the search for my friends. I have not given up yet.
edit 28/8/22 : Hi everyone. Toostew again. I came back to this post after someone commented asking about the status of my search, and unfortunately I have to report that I can no longer continue it. I've recently scored very well in my SPM (malaysian college entrance exam) and have gotten a full scholarship for a 2-year International Baccalaureate(IB) program. Because of this, I've decided to focus on my education rather than continue this search which I now believe to be impossible to complete. Though I admit I've once said over a year ago that finding them was the most important thing for me, year-ago-me didn't have a scholarship to worry about. So now, I'm trying put it all behind me. No more looking for answers. No more searching an empty ocean. If my memory serves me right, my minecraft friends definitely wouldn't want this for me, They would've wanted me to focus on myself, and my future, rather than chase ghosts from my past. It's time to look forward.
I'm sorry this story ends here, but I truly believe it's for the best. Writing this edit made me tear up (Fuck it, I lied, I cried alot.). All that effort, all that time invested just to learn anything about my minecraft friends, all were in vain. Despite a large part of me feeling great that I've been mostly successful in putting this behind me, a tiny part wishes I could still go back to them. To those days. despite knowing very well it's not possible. atleast for now. All I can hope now is that the rest of the lunchmoney crew are happy, healthy and successful wherever they are.
To sum it all up, I can definitely say the hardest part of this journey wasn't finding them, It was letting them go.
imagine if all that shit happened to Hypixel
dude this is fucking sad, i hope you can find your friends again
hope you find them!! Do you remember their IGN's?? Maybe you could try to find them on hypixel/cubecraft/mineplex???
That's the sorrowful thing i have read today. I feel you bro. But there is beauty in sadness. Even if you will never find them again, you will live forever in their memory too.
This is a sad story, hope you get your friends back
Me when im 80 reminiscing about loading up my first minecraft world
MLG caretaker when
Why does this feel familiar yet so far from my comprehension
This makes me miss my old worlds in Minecraft ;-;
This is actually how it will go down
oh shit
I felt my heart sink reading that
POV: The nursing home employees attempt to spoon feed you while you babble on about how you couldn't skip the night until beta 1.3
Bruh I chilled
“Back in the ol days of 2010...”
Back in MAH day we had to block out doorways off with dirt and wool cause we didnt have doors
no I can't now I'm crying
I’m setting myself a reminder for 50 years....reply to me if you want me to remind you too, granted its a slim slim chance that UA-cam is still even around then.
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“Yes you CAN fly to the moon! Stampy did it! I saw him!”
“Thats not how it works...”
“But, then how did he do it then!”
holy shit I remember that
...i remeber trying and trying to get up to the moon on ps3... i miss those days :
i remember trying to build a ship and sail it around lol
Built a submarine. That was the day I got depression.
It’s just a burning memory
POV: You are 90 years old and you are trying to remember the crafting table recipe.
Damn that’s... wow
Use 4 planks dumbass
@@1Phire get out
does wheat go on the top or on the bottom?
@@Arigatos no
"One day you will place your last Minecraft block."
When I die 😤
There's always a day when you do something for the last time. And you never know if today's the day. That's what makes it interesting.
And one day you will forget doing so
@@Nobody-907 but what if I purposely do it today and remember it?
@@blankneverlosegaming6374 ...well I cant do some philosophy for everything or what not.
A moment of silence for all the left alone worlds, never to be returned to.
the sad thing is. they exist, the codes of them, the builds, your pets, they are locked away forever... now you only have memories of them, and who knows maybe those memories will be locked away in the abyss of your mind too...
Poético and deep
ps3 Minecraft worlds
@@loreyainclips Actually I visited a 2012 world a few months ago to feed my older brother’s wolves.
you actually made me cry man
It terrifies me to no end that one day I may actually be going through something like this in my head.
agreed
Remember. Everything is changing from worse to better and the opposite. Just try to dont forget about what you love...
Ive lost this sense long time ago
One day you'll place your last block...
is that a one shot profile picture
Stress causes your brain to age faster, so try not to think about it too much :)
I'm really enjoying the Caretaker fan base because of things like this
What is the care taker
@@luiscastanon6031 Creator of this kind of genre.
@@tonkinthehanoian1843 Wait no the other guy
@@luiscastanon6031 Leyland James Kirby
@@luiscastanon6031 yes
"Now, the first thing you want to do is start punching trees, then make a crafting table and a set of tools..."
"Grandpa please, take your medicine"
"Little Jimmy let me feel nostalgia before the pills take it all away again!"
@@pyukyu3334 YEAH TIMMY, WHATS THE DEAL WITH YOU TIMMY
Pip best waifu
Itd be spooky if Timmy disappeared after he took the pills not the music
@@shiron1076 😳
/time set 2010
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/kill
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/kill
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/kill
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/kill
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/kill
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/help
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gosh darn it forget switch on the cheat menu
Spuki profile pic
@@Zawmbbeh bruh
I'll be back in 2030+
I hope the algorithm brings this back around in a few years just so the nostalgia hits as hard as a lemon covered brick to the face...
Your wish is my command
(Showed up in my recommendations)
Better yet let this video show up once a good portion of us are old dudes just to give us that last taste of nostalgia before we pass on
already showed up in my reccomendations right now, but hell yes, i wanna feel that bitter-sweet feeling again
I hope we may see eachother in these long comment sections too.
it happened
*LAST ONLINE: 59 YEARS AGO*
Sad😢
Disk 11 is without discription
Funky Krunch You made me spit out of water. Congratulations!
Nah, its more like stage 4?
Who spells disc like that.
@@snailofkale I haven't seen that spelling be used for years
@@TheRandomizedMedia disk (wrong) or disc?
I really wasn't ready for the existence of the "Caretaker Fandom" but I think that adds to the experience
wait that exists?
@@raestkringkov2851 Seems to from all the vids in my recommendeds
true, I thought it was kinda niche. But it must be in a lotta people's reccomeded
tbh i forgot about it
419th like, so close yet so far
Once a young child craving for more time on his PC.
You went to your parents and asked if they could give you a few more minutes to play.
You have been doing good at school recently, so they agree to let you play about half an hour before you go to sleep.
You get back into that tiny dirt hole you made that contains only a furnace and and a crafting table.
Soon the sun will rise up again and you'll be able to get out of your tiny mine safe and sound.
Meanwhile, you wait for the iron to finish melting.
You mine a few blocks, your inventory gets full and you save a few things on a chest.
Sun's up back again, so you can get out.
Tons of trees surround you, and on the distance, the biome changes being splited by a river.
There's a forest.
You go explore and you find a wolf.
You check your inventory because you remember you killed a few skeletons back in the mine. Only three, that's probably not going to work, but there's no harm in trying.
One, nothing. It wasn't going to be that simple, right?
Two, nothing. Only one left. You should probably save that to make bone meal and farm a little.
Three...
Heart particles pop up, and now you know you've got yourself a new friend. You sit your dog down and think about a name for him.
What could it be?
"Time's up", says your mom, "come downstairs, dinner's ready".
You smell the hot pockets, you love them, remember?
Time flies and you go to sleep.
You invest hours, and hours in this new world you created.
You went to a new dimension recently, and shortly after, you fought a dragon.
You wander on and off from your minecraft world onto your COD matches with your friends.
Fridays are your favorite days because you get to rent a DVD from blockbuster. You have Domino's for dinner and then play with your friends.
Some older kids screaming on that lobby, but you loved to hear those kids argue over a match, remember?
Sometimes you come back to that world you created. You made a really big house you're really proud about, but recently you haven't got much time to play. There's nothing much else to do anyways. You have full diamond armor, all enchanted.
You've conquered every dimension and made it your own.
You even made some farms.
Besides, now you have a girlfriend,
When did that happen?
Your online friends started getting jobs on subway to pay for their education, so you don't play with them as often as you did.
>Last seen online 2 days ago.
>Last seen online 2 months ago.
>Last seen online 2 years ago.
You have a job to and you're living on your own.
You don't speak to your parents very often.
The smell of hot pockets has lost its charm and you don't hear your mom calling you for dinner.
When did that happen?
Where did those times go?
You don't have time to play anymore. You got promoted on your job, you're starting to build your very own life.
The memories of that kid who wished to stay awake playing all night long start to fade away as you begin to wish you could sleep longer hours.
What happened to you?
Everything must come to an end, just be sure to make everything out of every second, so that when the time comes, you rather remember these things with a smile and not with a lingering sensation of "I wish I would have changed this. I wish I would have done that".
One day you'll go to sleep, only to never wake up again.
>Last seen online, ~~ years ago...
Owch
That was wild to read.
Cringe
This...feels...rather depressing, but reassuring.
your still making people cry after 2 years o7
"Grandpa, we just finished putting up solar panels on your roof"
"Oh thank you, i never learned the crafting recipe for those..."
“3 glass blocks on top
3 nether quartz
And 3 wooden slabs,
Now I remember”
I think that might be something you can mod in.
when i first read the original comment, i thought the crafting recipe was 3 Quartz on top, 3 glass on the middle and 3 wooden blocks below. i haven't played Minecraft since 2017. God, its been so long since i played ( ; - ; )
@@day_7987 it’s alrighty mate
@@day_7987 My link!!! ☹
(No wonder you never responded)
Anyways, you can craft solar panels with Industrialcraft, and do you know about Nuclearcraft?
in 40 years, you will be the uncle telling horror stories about trees with no leaves, mobs with full white eyes, random endless tunnels and pyramids.
Didn't know that you're a time traveller, Osama Bin Laden.
BRICK pyramids?
Very inspir- Wait a minute.
thank you bin Ladin, very cool.
@@bensoncheung2801 no, sand dumby, did you never watch hours of herobrine videos as a kid like a normal person? 😒
hey, you finally woke up... huh? netherite? what are you talking about, lets go, we have to test run the multiplayer mode
Rising lava, can you survive?
Dream? Speedrun? RNG? MCYT? EpicSMP drama? What, are you okay dude? C’mon, they added chicken spawn eggs, let’s go check it out. Also, Stampy just uploaded
@@gecgec3409 If I had a wish rn, than it's exactly this
@@gecgec3409 hey, skydoesminecraft just uploaded another cops n robbers vid with team crafted! what do you mean skydoeseverything??? Bashurverse is still a watermelon idk who you mean by Toasty
@@daveroll6463 I miss it bro... I miss it so much...
Before my grandma passed away last year we always bonded over silly things. She was super childish in the funnest way possible. She had been suffering from dementia and didn’t have much time with me left. For about four years we played Minecraft. I know that sounds strange but she was absolutely captivated by it. She laughed every time she would see an animal or flowers. She didn’t really do much outside of look at the animals and scenery but she enjoyed all of it. One thing she always said was how soothing the music was. Sometimes she would just leave my iPad open on Minecraft so she could listen to the music while she knitted.
One of the last things to go in dementia is the memories of music. I can’t help but wonder if this is what her mind sounded like while trying to remember the music in the game.
Thanks for being my best play buddy Gram Janet :)
1937-2020
83 years, my great grandmother was 91 when she passed.
I’m… literally…. Not…. Sobbing…. My…. Eyes…. Out…..rn…… 😭😢😞 God bless her
I cried
:(
What an Amazing grandmother. Or as the kids would say nowadays W grandma. Rest In Peace some grandma that i never have met but I’m sure you were amazing.
"there was a time in minecraft when you didnt need lapis to enchant" I would tell my kids. They won't believe. They never will. To them, my mind is gone. A shadow of the man that raised them and brought forth their life. In my hospital bed I languish. Despite them being by my side, I am alone. Desperately trying to connect. "Roblox used to give out tickets to players everyday for free."
When they can't stand anymore of me, they tell me it's nap time. I'm not tired, but i let them have their way. Closing my eyes, I hear their steps slowly fade away. The door gently shuts. I am alone.
70 years from now people will still ask to re add tix
I believe you, but you won't believe the time I built a nether reactor a few blocks outside of my house.
None of them believe me when I say how dark the night would get. Seven blocks away from a torch and you’d be absorbed by the darkness. they kept trying to correct me but I know minecraft like the back of my hand, and yet I’m bewildered when I play the game and see colors I don’t recognize. I see blocks and monsters and animals that I’ve never seen before. I see chunks of meat in the corner. I don’t understand. it was all so clear. I tried to find the game I played back in the day but I could never find it. All I have left is a game I don’t even recognize.
@@awfullygenericname6783 and when it generated that eyesore- y’know what I’m talkin about.
oof... 😔😔😔😔
Everyone's gangsta until gravel block asks if you have a lighter
I'd give it a cold stare, but ease up and give it some flint and steel. It may be my least favorite block in the game, but I do take them for granted. I should at least show some bit of respect.
It bares a bit of resemblance to a plain stone block, though who am I to judge. He's chilling and that's what matters.
@@NamMyohoRengeKyo-d9u you take them for *granite*
@@danteezy945 ba dum tsss
Punch it with a shovel ... Preferably in iron why.... I'm not sure why
Knowing that music is one of the few things dementia patients forget last, and how many of us played and loved minecraft, this video seriously could be a warning of what may come, our last memories being C418’s songs. Dementia is really scary man.
"Life and death are easy, it's the transition between the two that's difficult."
more alzheimer than dementia but yea i agree
That could be the best thing to have as a last memory. The endless beauty and colorfulness of C418’s music, something none of us will ever forget. The memories its linked to may fade, but the symphony of its melody will be there forever, and with it a generation.
@@Electirc actually, it's been proven that music can bring up memories that happened while listening to that music. So we will never forget this.
I just noticed that the block on the cover is floating. As if it was an item
“Hey grandson, what ya playin’?”
“It’s this old game called Minecraft, do you know what it is?”
“yeah it’s.. uh.. a game where you..”
“Grandpa you alright?”
“..I just.. can’t seem to remember.”
No. NO. SHUT UP. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER. THREE FINGERS ON FOUR LETTERS, A THUMB ON THE SPACEBAR AND MY PINKY OUT TO THE LEFT. THE MOUSE IS THE WAY TO LOOK. AND THEN- And then you mine for.. What do we mine for..?
oh shit. this comment actually shocked me to my core. fr
Why must you hurt me like this
No no no no no no no
That.. Uh.......
That hurt
The worst part is that with the first song, you immediately know which one it is. As the video goes on its harder and harder to tell, until the end and you have no idea.
dementia
i was able to identify every one except for the last one, though i think it was Concrete Halls or whichever Nether track had the ghasts in it.
The last one is disc 13
i know alol the songs and their names :)
@@varillusion6316 i was just gonna fucking say that
gonna burn this into a cd and bury it somewhere, so when archeologists find it 200 years later they can listen to the tunes of the olden age.
UPDATE: 10/31/2021
I'm updating you guys on the comments. if a thing happens to this silly little project I did, I'll let anyone who's interested know. Happy halloween
UPDATE 7/4/2022
Happy 4th of july! the usb is still working and functional. it's been awhile! hope your all having a wonderful holiday : )
i have plans later to relocate it somewhere more remote, im taking a field trip up to Oregon and i'll see if i can find a nice spot to rehome it.
and they will develop paranoia lmao
Holy heck I'm gonna do that and also hide a vid of me playing it and put em somewhere in my basement or attic for the next generation to find
You inspired me I will actually do this and film it for my channel
@@isaacshultz8128 same, Imma sub to you if you do it
*golden age
"I see the player you mean"
"Yes be careful. It has reached a higher level now"
xopiwwd lol
Level 7 with description
meta of the meta
what does this mean
@@luxaslolete When you beat the ender dragon it shows you a dialog
"I BEAT THE DRAGON I ACTUALLY DID IT!"
"Grandpa, please calm down. Please you should meet your grandkids"
Why is my son annoying? and why wouldn't the kids like to hear about me finally killing the Ender Dragon?
POV: After 70 years of playing minecraft you finally beat the ender dragon
this is what plays beyond the far lands.
Beyond the far lands There are the abandoned seeds of Old players That they will not see each other again
Beyond the Farlands is only a tangled mess of memories from a better time ultimately fading into obscurity
Corner farthest lands*
to be honest, i dont know what made me cry more, the music or the comment section...
maybe a mix of both
ikr TvT
*b o t h*
@@alexross915 stop, your giving him more depression than he already has...
there's always time to stop
You think your nostalgia for this game is bad now? Give it a couple decades, it only gets more severe.
@Mateus B. damn imagine showing your kids your first minecraft world you used to play with friends, at the age of 60
ahhahadshhsghs im so mad i deleted my first world :/ i had it when i was like 7 but i switched versions and things in the chests were gone so i deleted it like a year after it was made and i only have one screenshot of it :'(
my first was broken. I didn't have a good enough graphics card when i first got the game, so stuff didn't work. Text was all boxes and the world couldn't render.
Your perception of time changes the older you get. 20 years, 40 years, it all starts to blur together at some point. Before you know it, you're old, wondering where the time went.
@@Webberjo yeah there's some sort of logarithmic effect when it comes to perceiving time. Like 9 to 18 feels just as long as 18 to 36.
"stampy...remember stampy joseph?"
"granpa..."
"he just uploaded a while ago..."
"its been 58 years. He's already dead"
"58? 58 years?"
"yes grandpa"
"im going to sleep now... i'll see when he uploads again"
:’(
i dont want to think about this but now i am
okay that hurts
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That felt like i was an old man
This hits me
WHAT, HI
Don’t just stand there and take it, do something
not as hard as my dad with alzheimer's
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nice
say no to dostic abus
Pov: you died in hardcore minecraft and you're standing there speechless
POV: why did you spend 9999 hours building the house of your dreams in the hardcore world 😂😂😂
oh my fucking god this is so real my harddrive will corrupt and so will my Minecraft worlds
@MarioBlox64 I actually forgot for a while when you said this
oh god I remember making a backup of savefolder and just starting from that.
“Trying to remember your first world” hit different :/
I don’t remember the exact world but I can remember moments throughout my first couple of worlds that make me feel so nice. I remember the first time I played I did the tutorial and was running and jumping around breaking the grass and getting seeds trying to eat them. I also remember in a random world the first time I saw spiders during night. The red eyes scared me so much and I just had sand blocks and built a little 4x4 wall keeping the monsters out. I also remember the first time I made torches and was walking down a dark corridor and getting mad that they weren’t working and when my finger slipped and placed the torch I felt so stupid. I remember being in some jungle biome and it turned day, and I saw skeletons in trees just catching on fire and chasing me. The best part was going to school and talking to all my friends about our experiences and laughing and teaching each other different things. What a beautiful game.
@@tordropzz2828 First world I had I mined for days, got lost, used the last of my wood to put my stuff in it. This happened like 10 times, and eventually I just went looking for that loot. After that, I built a wooden cabin with a brick/lava fireplace. Went down to get the last chest, came back up and the entire thing was burnt down. Started a new world, but somewhere I still have that save from like 2011.
First world was on pocket edition a week after it was released for iOS. It was a creative world and I didn’t know you could fly, so I would just dig down to bedrock and place ladders the way back up.
Pocket edition. Kindle fire. Blasted a massive hole in the ground and built my house around it.
It's gone, lost to the ages. Lost to a dead device with a dead application running on a dead cashing system.
First world was an island in the alpha days which i quickly leveled up and made a dirt pyramid in the center,, smelted all the sand to make glass which i quickly broke and my failed landscaping attempts basically created a dangerous. Sea of whirpools where one of the beaches used to be, I was a coward back then and didn't venture deep in the cave system, despite making my base precisely in the main entrance to said cavs( also i was an idiot and didn't think of making my own tunnels instead of exploring said cave system) so i only had leather armor and iron tools. One day tried to explore beyond the small chain of small islands which sorrounded my home to gather more ressources and maybe start expanding, after some success i was planning on returning home but got lost in the way, after crashing on an island at first tought may had been close to my home i was quckly got swarmex and died, only to find myself on a bed i had placed in tbe middle of nowhere and then killed again, after getting blown up againi spawned on some other random point which wasn't my island, after that my n00b @$$ gave up on that world and barely playex minecraft until the Beta 1.8 update, but that's a tale for another day
The hardest part of life is growing up. Not knowing that those moments would shortly become memories. Breaking down every time you remember them. I miss being happy. Depression is so hard sometimes. I miss the way things were. I miss the part of me that was hopeful and had big dreams. I just wanna go back.
I want to go back too, just to relive it all one more time. Now I dread what’s to come, and my hopeful eyes now only see uncertainty
same. depression fucking sucks man, but we'll get through this.
Im just 15, and my brother intrintroduced to minecraft when i was at a very young age. I allways loved minecraft it has allways has been a part of my life, i love this game and all the memories i... i just.... want to go back and have the fun of my life just placing tnt blocks and exploding them, i... i... just want to feel free and careless like back then.
Me too.. I want to go back to my first time playing the game. Everything was so mysterious and unknown and a bit creepy as well. Back when me and my friends would play the game on the 360 and we’d make cool stuff and play capture the flag with wool cause there weren’t banners in the game yet. I miss those days
Well youtube is freaking stupid and my comment got yeeted since i said "f*ck" a couple of times, I hope you read what it said, but just in case you didn't:
You can pull through this, not being 210% strong all the time is completely fine, you can distract yourself from the things that keep you down, and let me tell you, It's completely okay to feel the way you do, everyone crumbles when they think about how fast time passes, and it's only natural that we feel melancholic about it.
You're a trooper and a strong motherf*cker for managing to get as far as you have, i hope and wish that you can find the happines that you deserve soon enough.
Keep on keeping on, because just by reading this all the way it shows that you actually care, and I know I'm just a random guy on the internet, but if i can take a couple minutes to write a comment caring about you, then everyone else that you may think that don't care can.
I'm proud of you for reading this all the way and i hope you take this to heart.
Pick your crown and get your chin up chief, cause you f*ckin' got this :)
That feeling when you had so many single player worlds that they all blend together
POV: You're 80 years old screaming "Herobrine's gonna get me" in public while your son is embarassed and your grand children's scared of you
"And the Player in the long dream dreamt of listening to echoes of what he heard in his short dreams."
"You, you are the Player."
"You've ALWAYS been The Player..." :-)
"Wake Up."
"And the universe said for the final time to the player, I love you."
I'm 16 now, I've been playing minecraft since I was 9. I remember the first server I went on, I made lots of new friends who were online everyday. But I made my first real bestfriend on there. He introduced me to Undertale. Those years were the worst growing up, but he made them worth while and fun, he gave me a reason to get out of bed and want to live to see the next day. The server had to close, it was a small server so everyone knew each other and it was sad for all of us, but him and I moved to a different server and continued on from there. Then my computer stopped working. I couldn't get ahold of him. I cried endlessly, my depression and suicidal thoughts worsened. He was like a little brother to me, we were so close. Once I got a new computer, I was so excited to see him again. I saw he had been online a few days ago, no biggie, I'll just wait. I waited for days, then months. I found his discord through the website for the old shut down server. We talked, but I soon realized that he had moved on, he found another friend on a server. We last talked on september 15. "Night! Hope to talk to ya tomorrow!" ..He never responded after that. I then lost some of my friends that I've known since 3rd grade, I was almost as close to them as I was to him. My depression got so bad, I had attempted 4 times by then. Years have passed, more attempts, more friends. I'm now on medication for depression and anxiety and have been in an outpatient mental hospital twice. I've gotten better and my last attempt was in 2019. My dog died in a freak accident which was my fault so that caused me to spiral, but I'm still alive so that's a plus. Early 2020 I got into Danganronpa and while role playing, I met this really funny guy. We talked more and more, voice called, video called, played different games, hell he just shot me a message half way through typing this. He's my best friend, I don't know what i'd do without him. He's helped me without even knowing it. But I'm scared, I'm so scared he's going to forget about me, want nothing to do with me, and eventually leave without saying a word. He's super funny, witty, quick on his feet, fun, smart, and overall amazing. I'm not funny, a bit slow in the mind, and my sense of humor is strange and makes people uncomfortable. I almost forget to mention that the old server reopened. A lot is the same, but a lot is different. That would've been fine, but nobody is on. Ever. Not even the owner. I log on and just wander around, "This is where we used to fish" "This is where we used to battle to get into the cake room" and so on. I haven't shared any info about any of this before, so It's nice to get it off my chest. Nobody I've mentioned and nobody I know will find this comment. I don't care if people read this, I just want it out. I want my story out there. Of how Minecraft made my life so much better, and how it ruined it. There are always pros and cons.
hey. if you ever wanna talk my discord is adatcat#3697. you seem really nice!
You said that old server opened up again. What's its ip and what's the gamemode? I've been looking for a smaller server to play vanilla survival. Even if it wasn't vanilla survival, I'd be more than happy to join you. My discord is MetroplexPrime#6969 if you're interested.
@@metroplexprime9901 milkywaycraft.net and it's survival :)
@@VexatiousPunk I'll definitely take a look. My username is the same on MC as well. Add me on discord if you want. :)
Your comment hitted me so hard.. I hope you are happy and you are doing well now.
Please stay safe!
Nighttime.
You are riding your horse in the dark, open fields.
You spot a river. You dismount and open your inventory
You take out the leash to carry your horse across the river, but he is not there
You look around. Surely he hasn't gone to far?
You Frantically search around until you realize you went in the wrong direction.
You look out into the distance, And you see the sllhouette of a village. the warm glow of the windows draws you towards them
Suddenly, The village renders out into nothingess. Confused, you approach the village, but nothing is there. just an empty field
You look up at the night sky. There are less stars than you remember.
You look at your Hotbar. Your Iron sword looks wrong. It's... Stone? That can't be right.
You open your inventory. You were sure you had more items. Where's all your loot?
You look off into a line of trees in the distance. They start to render into nothingess.
You Start running. What is happening to the world?
The items in your hotbar become different.
You look at the ground beneath you. It is starting to fade into emptiness.
You look up at the moon. It too is fading
Your memories are fading...
You are fading.
These were your last fading memories.
Memories of an endless and blocky world where the limit is your imagination.
But that doesn't matter. What matters is whether you enjoyed it or not
And you sure as hell know you did. And it was worth it
Read this while 'Memories of old worlds fading' played. :(
this gave me goosebumps
...Damn
ew minecraft
O my fucking god that was very deep... It hurts me somehow
This is low key depressing, it makes me think about how long I have left to enjoy my favorite little block game, but it also gives me a feeling of unease
it makes me think about how long I have left in general idk
This is almost worse then the original everywhere at the end of time because it hits you with things that are from your own personal past
Yeah, it dosent simulates nostalgia from the 1920, is from 2010
@@A_random_boy i first played minecraft in 2013 so i actually remember more of my first world- it hits harder for me, since i havent played even the basegame minecraft without mods since about 2018
Imagine in like 30 years you log on to your account, and you go to see hypixel and it has 3 players or none. That's the scariest thing ever, everything will be forgotten. There is no saying how long you last in memories after you die.
at least theyll have released Hytale by then.
@@Willimann LMAO FR
25, I can tell you that the things you loved and cherished, if not taken care of, will die.
"there is no saying how long you last in memories after you die" that fucking destroyed me thanks
@@mossb4816 its true, our presence is so miniscule that once our close social circle dies, we will most likely be forgotten and never remembered.
pov: trying to remember your first several worlds from only 5-10 years ago and realizing memory is a cruel joke even when you are only 23
ITS U
I remember my first world well, at least the first world I got very affectionate with. It was a Creative world that had a lot of holes everywhere, aswell as TNT Catapults. I also had my house which was a one-story bunker (because it was a flat world three blocks deep I was forced to do it in plain sight), surrounded by a one-block lava river just like an attempted bridge drawbar (pretty decent for a 10 year old). It also had a bedrock covered railway system (it looked like a tunnel) that connected to a town that had been surrounded by a wall of, also, bedrock.
That town was one of my best experiences since I created a "nation" with a flag (horizontal with three stripes of purple, white and green / brown, with the face of a villager in the center). They had greenhouses in the crops (surrounded by glass), even a disco with a cake floor (for pogo) and a clock system with lights.
Going back to the bunker, it was quite simple but for me it was wonderful. The base was made of bedrock as well as a wall that surrounded the bunker. On those walls I put golems (made of iron and snow), the seconds would melt often so I armed them frequently.
Also try creeper-headed houses among other things. Oh and also an airport that was, along with the "nation-village", one of my most ambitious projects that took me several days, even though it was a gigantic one-room room, where you left and there was a big runway.
Then the most recent world and the one I tried the most with was, again, a village surrounded by a cobblestone wall (but in survival mode), with a natural harbor and a huge gate. The wall was multi-tiered and usable. Finally, I decorated the corners a bit by putting stairs and tiles to give them a more "natural" look and not so square.
*16, almost 17.
Here's a depressing thought.
The electrical signals in your brain, the ones that a blink would miss.. They are *_You._* You do not exist, at least not for more than a second. Your mind tricks you into thinking that You remember the past things You did, but those people were not You. Neither was You from 3 seconds ago. You are gone, yet You are here. The signals in your mindscapes only last for a millisecond.
Your memories are not physical things that stay in your head to be accessed at any time, your brain simply conjures it up when it is needed, misguiding You into believing that what You are experiencing now, You have experienced before, in the form of memories. you have experienced these, but *_You_* haven't. They were not You, yet they _were_ you. But still, not the You that you are now. You are new, but not for long. enjoy this existence while You have it, for it soon will all be..
_A Memory._
my first existential-dread-powered comment
i'm part of the club now, lol
@@logged-out conciousness is not really properly scientifically explainable at this time. things like conciousness and memory seem to exist only as the result of patterns of particles and reactions but without any definite substance. kinda like how a shadow is a "thing" cause we can see it but its not made of atoms or anything, just an area where light is obscured therefore scientifically its not really classified as a thing. the mind is the same way, its the observed shadow of a biological supercomputer
The song titles read like this is a meme album, and to an extent it probably is, but goddamn this works quite well. With your permission I’d love to turn this into a resource pack.
Edit Dec.24: To those asking for this to become a resource pack, I’m still waiting to see if the original video creator would give me permission to use their music. If they say yes, then I’ll happily begin work on the resource pack.
Edit Oct.4.2021: Its been a full-year, so I very-sadly do not think I will be getting permission from the album creator. That said, I will attempt to create my own album to go with the resource pack, but I do not know how long this will take me. Wish me luck tho!
thatd be sick. get this mans to the top of the comments
would be so damn cool if the textures looked as forgotten as the songs
get this man to the top we need this pack
ok but i think you shoudlnt change anything but distort the textures a little
maybe some alpha textures... like cobblestone and so on
“Hey grandpa look at this drawing I made at school!”
“That looks nice, now wait a minute.. he looks familiar”
“The drawing?”
“Yes. I can’t quite think of his name..”
“Well, i’m gonna go play outside, see you later grandpa.”
“What was his name..”
“Ah.. Steve.”
Outside?!?!?! Wait I’m from the future
"You need to punch trees to get wood.."
"What?"
"...with 2 sticks and 3 planks you can make a pickaxe..."
"Grandpa what are you talking about?"
"...than start to mine for irons..."
"Did you take your medicines today?"
"...dont get scared by the cave sounds, herobrine cant find you here..."
"ok come with me, lets get your medicines"
Timmy I thought we were going to play Minecraft to day.
Wait who’s Timmy? Wait I never had children…
grandpa already forgot stone tools...
"pa, what's mind craft?"
"minecraft, son."
"sorry."
"never thought I would ever hear that name again."
"why's that?"
"lemme tell you a story."
"I remember there being a long story with friends and new experiences, but I don't remember much anymore"
@@AethernaLuxen "son, do you still have my pc?"
"Yeah dad, why?"
"Lemme borrow that for a sec."
*goes on minecraft*
*Sweden plays*
*he sees his house and his dog and tears up*
*someone joins the game*
*they look around*
Their nametags reads aa1, it seems familiar.
Aa1: Edward? Its been years!
The old man finally remembers. Minecraft wasn't the greatest game of all time, it wasn't the next gen experience. It was just fun. And minecraft is the memories you hold on to when the experience is over.
but just if you will remember everything you have now in your head, so fucking sad
"Stories are where our memories go when they're forgotten."
"...Maybe some of them don't end up being stories. Sometimes they're songs."
"There was once a dwarf and a spaceman.."
The song "The End" by C418 is quite similar to this and is an official Minecraft song
I did first think about that when I heard the original Caretaker stuff! That track is actually awesome though!
I tried to make one based on it, but it's not possible to do a lot: "The End" is a track that is already lost in time
The End is probably partially responsible for this
I especially love when the part where the song eventually lights up and plays Sweden epically like THIS IS the final fight.
This is where you wake up.
finally, someone mentions it!
it's a shame that when people think of c418, they just think of "very relaxing video game music". while i do agree he's really good at that, there are other works made by daniel that carry very contrasting tones than sweden or wet hands, like the nether tracks, or his 2017 album "excursions"
the track "the end" hits hard. it genuinely felt like an homage to caretaker. very distorted, unrecognizable noises will be carrying you for most of the track. the few noises that you _do_ recognize are parts of songs from the overworld -- the tracks you've heard the most. they're not anything too obvious, but they're recognizable enough for you to point out.
and then it hits you with sweden. again, still very distorted, and legible enough to be recognized. but this time, it's actually somewhat clear. it's actually playing the song. slowed down, distorted and played in a different key. it's genuinely tear-jerking if you listened to it all the way thru. what an amazing piece of work.
tl;dr
c418 music good
“All these moments will be lost, like buckets of water in a vast ocean...”
"I've seen things you can't imagine... Landscapes of cubes... Rectangular clouds... Pixel rains...
All these moments will be lost, like..."
@@SprazzyGazoozle like ghast tears in lava
@@kentuckybruce6816 like my diamonds into lava when I sneeze and hit q accidentally
Like netherite in a cactus..
Time to mine…
I was listening to this, feeling okay
Suddenly I start crying like a child, my roommate didn't know what to do, since I wasn't really an emotional person
I suddenly felt a sharp, deep sting of sadness, I...
I...I am so proud of ever being a part of this community, thank you for everything you did, I hope I remember why I liked this game so much
I know exactly what you mean, the Minecraft community is so wholesome for the most part, it's so good to see such a big game just being appreciated rather than toxic
lmao love the stammering and ellipses in-text for effect
"granpa, stop tilling the grass, you can punch the tall grass for seeds."
POV you're listening to this as one of the last people to have experienced Minecraft. Your memories continue to become fuzzier and fuzzier, but you know for certain that once the last few people like you are gone, Minecraft will be truly, finally, forgotten.
what a terrible day that would be. here's to hoping minecraft's legacy is eternal
No it won't. As long as the Internet exists, Minecraft can never truly be forgotten. Remember that people still have copies of the original Pong laying around. Someone in the future will lovingly collect and play it like a vintage video game title.
@@aconite72 I wonder how far videogames will advance in the future. Will they make games like minecraft seem like pacman in comparison to other games of the time?
@@sadjoysplode VR is pretty big already. I suppose a few more years and they’ll probably plug straight into your brain and you can experience the game by yourself.
But if games develop to that point, we’d have already figured out how the brain works so ... dementia must’ve already been cured. Fingers crossed.
Or in worst case, over half of humanity is wiped out due to global warming and pollution if it’s never solved in the coming decades, and because of that, society and technology is destroyed, then Minecraft’s legacy might end
your dog sat there waiting.
In the cozy house made out of planks and cobblestone.
Time passes by
He is still waiting, right where you left him...faithfully.
The house starts to decay, you moved on. But he still has hope.
He sat there waiting for you to come back and give him a steak.
But its over...with time he realizes that.
He sat there forever.
delete this bro
i never cried so much reading a comment...
..omfgg Noooooo
you just gave me flashbacks to gr33n nooo
he was a sheep on an old word i had and he's been sitting in that small dirt hut for two years now......
:(((
I find this oddly comforting. It feels like I’m in a big empty hall, surrounded by the sleeping, protective forms of benevolent creatures far more powerful than I, with a warm fire crackling lazily nearby.
It feels like sleeping in a plane and around you there are newborn gods dreaming up universes and laws of phisics and history. Over the plane near the horizon sits crouched a gigantic stone statue with the proudest look on its face.
The face of both a father watching his son become a man in his own right and the face of a mother watchin her kid take their first steps.
All is well and it will always be.
@@NOOB-ps8km that sounds like the description of a rimworld sculputre lmfao
What an accurate description of dementia. Yes dementia is VERY NICE AND COMFORTING! Totally not a horrible disease that destroys a person's mind and who they are. :) :):):)
@@thebrownbanana7863 music is subjective :)
@@pdr_2703 especially in this context where it's a lyricless music, not a song that include some literral meaning transmitted by words.
Personally i don't find that the music convey to me fellings related to dementia or mental iliness in general, even if this may be the original song theme. For me it's a mixture of creepy and nostalgic vibes (the liminal space ambiance, like you wander in your city at 4am and there is nobody, the streets you know are empty, and maybe there is fog or snow which is unusual in your climate, or you are at your school/university/office or in some parking lot where it's empty) I feel this same liminal feeling when i join some of my olds minecraft singleplayer worlds. Nowadayw i only play multiplayer on a server with friends, but then, in my early days of Minecraft, it was only singleplayer on some creative or survival worlds.
For me this is some nostalgia/liminal space song with maybe some subtle conforting yet creepy undertone (like maybe there is something watching you, something here, but more probably nothing and you are alone you don't know, you are not threatened, it's just... weird, unusual.
"and this is where I built my first home"
"But Dad, why is it just a big box?"
"well sweetie, I wasn't very good at building back then."
"I bet your other worlds look a lot better, daddy."
"They were beautiful, sweetheart. They were beautiful."
ua-cam.com/play/PL58JCGcjvzzD_NwAf4Mi45bue80jvMz5H.html
horror
Meanwhile I’m still making boxes
They all were
Making me think about my past...
My brother and I used to play Minecraft all the time together, life was simpler, you know? It’s crazy to realize how fast life goes by. He’s moving out of the house soon, and I’ll be ending high school and moving out, too. Just makes me wish I was young again. Although people may never see this, I hope somebody gets blessed with similar memories of their childhood.
i saw this to say the least
Ah. This just made me think of my own past with Minecraft.. My brother is 5 years older than me. My sister is a year and a half older. And I have a twin. We all used to sit and play Minecraft for hours on end, never getting tired of it, always having something new to make. We would stay up all night building villages and kingdoms. I think those were the last good moments of bonding that we all shared.
My brother is 21 now. He got kicked out of our house when he was 18. My older sister is 18, about to graduate high school. I still play Minecraft with my twin sometimes. But I really don't know if, or when, we'll all get to play Minecraft together again. I hope we can some day.
@@wizardlizard55555 If you can make it your first world. I can't though, the old account is lost to time.
Parents now: "Are you really going to waste your whole day playing that game ://"
Me in the future: *puts on my headphones with tears in my eyes, joining my son on discord* "come on son, let's find some diamonds"
Idk bout it chief
Discord will NOT live for another 20 years at most, but if you'd wish to introduce your son to minecraft; archive your favorite version.
You're making a mistake, your parents expecting you to live their youth is what made them so boomery, don't do the same, listen to what he listens to.
@@likira111 that'd require someone to not be self-absorbed at which point it's a bit hard to imagine them having a kid honestly
in the future we should share what made us happy but also respect what makes them happy. This generation complains about our parents wanting us to be a certain way.
In the future we don't want to do that.
Share what makes you happy and let them share what makes them happy too, you can ask them if they want to play a game you played as a kid, if they say no. dont force them. If they say yes, let them explore show your skills and what you learned and see if you guys can learn anything new together.
“It’s me dad!”
“What, who are you? This is a private server.”
soon there will be decade-old worlds, still untouched, the world being placed for decades world being forgotten reals and servers empty forever builds unfinished for forever continuing, this changed my perception of time, centuries later someone will re-find Minecraft and put in a random server and join, finding a world of buildings and towns a world of farms and unfinished paths then they'll make their own world and he'll make the last build, someone will make the last server, the last realm, the last world, the last block. there will be an end but let's make it a happy one.
There are already decade-old worlds. I had some on my old PC. My brother uses that PC now, and he deleted all of them. I felt so betrayed.
The abrupt endings of each song hit so hard.
It's like enjoying a pleasant memory, and suddenly getting shaken out of it.
The memory doesn't even get a chance to slowly fade into black or something, it just quickly slips and falls from the brain.
It's like when you have this genius idea for something but when you go to make it you forget it & never remember it, or by the time you remember it, it's like ages later
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it's like getting woken in the middle of a nice dream
the actual everywhere at the end of time is depressing enough, but to have its concept met with something that has a special place in my heart that there's a good chance i won't remember in my final breaths is too much
This. This is our caretaker.
The Caretaker's music of dementia combined with the unforgettable memories of this nostalgic game is a strange reminder of our own lives, how the best things can fizzle out to a blur.
Let's go to a place where everything is made of blocks, where the only limit is your imagination. Let's go wherever you want to go, venture to the highest mountains, venture down to the deepest caves. Build anything you want, day or night, rain or shine, because this is the most significant sandbox you'll ever step foot in.
I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
o7
@@r.m.p.5683 Whatttt
@@AnimeniacSimey old credits for Mc
@@theyoungconservative7316 Fr? Deep af.
For a split second
Maybe even less than that
I remembered what it was like to be a child
And now
It's gone
It's a burning memory
GOTTEM
@@deathole7 how does it matter, how my pick breaks?
@@peterdinkler4950 that world was such a sacred thing to me
@@deathole7 do not go gentle into that good night.
This is actually scary because Everywhere at the end of time is made with what a dementia patent would hear in their young days. If someone 60 years from now on wanted to make something that days' dementia patents listened to when they were young, it could very well be the minecraft ost.
That's just scary. You can't stop death, sure. You can repell it by being given medication, staying in a hospital. But you just have to cherish everything you have right in the moment. All be it, a very long moment
@@DoxToDox If you are so afraid of death, I implore you to at least start researching into Christianity. Jesus Christ has defeated death, and you can also defeat death if you trust on him based on his work for you. He paid for your sins against God.
@@SaintPaulus Dont make a religious thing outta this, come on :/
@@SaintPaulus Spread your propaganda somewhere else. I know you see an opportunity since a lot of vulnerable people can be found on this side of UA-cam, but it’s gross.
@@nymphia5767 “ It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the banquet house: since this is the end of every man; and the living man will apply good warning to his heart.” (Ecclesiastes 7:3)
23:34, "All you are going to want to do is get back to that lost world". This could just be referring to the Minecraft world, but it also fits really well under the context of that "world" just being the past. Being young and playing Minecraft, by yourself or with friends, feeling almost like a different world.
this makes me feel an emotion that doesn’t exist yet. it’s wonderful. yet heartbreaking. it feels like the moment i realized i wasn’t really a kid anymore.
I sat here looking at my on my screen trying to reply to but I’m feeling like I’m gonna cry because I feel like I
nostalgia? cause same
the fact that it could be us, sitting on a asylum's chair trying to remember your favorite games and friends
Dude once I turned 18 the world felt heavier no joke
Sadness and fear, mixed together with nostalgia
I see the player you mean
Steve?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
*a m a z i n g*
Looks like somebody finally beat the ender dragon
y'know? I wasn't ready for existential dread today, but I think I needed it. Thanks.
Dangit you stole my idea.
Thank you.
This is just gonna be our version of dementia. Fuzzy memories of playing Minecraft with the boys that slowly turn into confused day dreams, and then nothing.
The scariest and saddest thing is that you're right. I've started making my Minecraft memories back in 2010. They're all fuzzy daydreams now. I'm not sure they're even real anymore
i just teared up rn
Dementia: MINECRAFT EDITION
@@itsken8010 the last update of minecraft
If notch gets dementia I will actually cry, he wont even die knowing he made the greatest game on earth
Sometimes videos with comments like this make you step back and realize how many of us all had similar experiences but different ones, all around one game, and this game has engraved itselfs into the souls and hearts of many people, and something about that really hits different, most of us just little kids or adults, but we all played this game and had fun at some point
This genuinely hits very hard for me, when put into the context of the caretakers work and taking something that is a large part of my life I genuinely broke down into tears listening to this, and when I regained my composure I looked at what song was playing and saw "remembering your first world", and when I tried to remember it I couldn't and I only went back to sobbing as I listened through this meme of an album, this isn't just a meme its bringing out what the caretakers message was and making it more real to us, the minecraft community and for me when I try to think of my earliest memories of this game I remember all of the friends that are now gone and how little I can remember playing those worlds. Thank you for making this.
I think I still remember mine...On PE. Year 2013 . Seed 4,0,3?? I'm not completely sure anymore. This was one was special. On the exact block you spawn, if you dig straight down, you'll find 7 iron ore, 4 gold ores, and finally 2 diamounts. I remember building a 2 story high house made completely of bricks. I would never find the exact amount of clay to finish my house no matter where I looked. The world was too small and yet it I felt as it if my home. I remembered what it looked like on each corner of the world. That world is now gone.
a sovietwomble pfp?
I'm so glad I remember the first moments of Minecraft back in 2013.
Seed used: Warren (my name lol, I didn't know what a seed was. My name seemed to be a valid input)
Biome: snowy tundra (old PE version in 0.7.0)
First structure: brick room without a ceiling, with a mysterious glowstone floor (I had a fascination with glowstone)
@@dee23gaming glowstone was basically the only light source that was a full block, back then glowstone floors were acceptable, now it's...ugly
@@dee23gaming a respectable first time house. I loved glowstone too. I put it on top of 2 fences then tried to cover them with trapdoor to make it seem like it was a latern.
"I guess it's not necessary to mine 4 extra obsidian blocks....."
“hey grandpa, what are you talking about?”
I'm laughing at the thought that it took him 70 years to figure that out
Imagine starting minecraft and when you click singleplayer there are a lot of worlds you apparently played
"Hey there, player. You may know me, or maybe you forgot about me when you were too busy growing up. I have waited here all this time for you to come back. To come back and play with the world you generated in, with your dog and your house that you had built for me to live in. You gave me tools, armor-- everything I needed to survive in this land that seemingly keeps on generating forever and ever. I thank you for creating me and all of the adventures me and my friends went through. Please, come back one more time before you fade away forever. I can't bear to lose another player to be lost to time. Just one more minute to play with the world, please? Like you always said when you were saying up late at night, and got caught doing so, like old times. Just, please, play again. You can play for a second, a minute, an hour-- I truly don't care how long you play. I just want to see your face beam with happiness, one more time... One more time before we fade away."
;--;
BRo You GOT ME cRyin AT WORK
@@Nocreep4u ork is work, not youtube you FOOOOOOOLLL
Got me crying at job too
Sike I play minecraft everyday
He was a nerdy kid. I guess I was too, but I was too "cool" to admit it. (Despite the lack of friends that I blamed on moving schools a lot). I mean, before then I heard the name before. I was playing ROBLOX. My dad let the neighbor kid in and he came and saw me playing and asked if it was Minecraft, I said no, didn't think about it since. But that nerdy kid in school, Elliot. I just decided to talk to him one day. Turned into a week. And we became friends.
We talked about all sorts of video games. Fallout New Vegas had just come out not too long ago but we were both obsessed with Fallout 3. We were in the sixth grade but our parents didn't care what we played as long as it wasn't Grand Theft Auto. I remember him inviting me to his house so that I could help him install some mods for his game. Barely knowing what I was doing myself lol. He started up a game as I was doing that on his other computer, and he looked over at me and asked if I'd ever played Minecraft.
I made my first world there. Mined my first stone, crafted my first workbench, and placed my first plank. I spawned in a mountainous area with floating islands. To this day I still prefer cave bases built inside of mountains. The wonder, the joy, the pure sense of amazement that there were floating islands that I could just... build up to. I moved, again, and the small little clique I managed to form I left behind as well, as I have done in the past and have continued to do since. I hope you're doing alright, Elliot.
Why can’t you just text him?
@@HUMAN-fq5ff This was ten years ago, neither of us had a phone at the time.
_youtube is just trying to make me cry now, damn_
and he did
someone’s gonna correct them with they just feeling it
it's like going inside an abandoned server that used to have so many people but no where to be seen. You see their houses and signs they made. Their dogs just sitting were they left it. You wonder what memories they had in that server while they were still actively playing in there. it's quite sad to think about but it has happened to me.
I've had that happen twice now. It's really sad, I can confirm. The first time I was in a server like that I thought it would last forever. Proved me wrong.
I'm now in a different server, though I'm afraid it's getting close to the same end like the other two...
Kinda miss my friends.
@@LKnotOK im so sorry
@@redshuttleredacted6422 what for?
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
- Dr. Seuss
Is- Is it, too much to ask, for both?
But how do you know it happened?
Wait... i.. i dont remember..
@@julesramos9561 "guys im so funny!!! I made an insensitive joke, mocking people who have dementia!!!!!!! why aren't you guys laughing yet???"
@@paintball7797 shut up
Its 9 september 2021 , many years will have passed , but the algorithm will once again unite us to remind us that true happiness is not out there, but right here right now! Have an amazing day or night traveler.
Because of how ubiquitous it is to the people born around this time, there very likely will be someone born around now who’s final broken thoughts are of a cute little block game they used to play when they were little.
I kind of want to cry.This gives me a sort of sad, dreading nostalgia. It reminds me of my own mortality, in a strange way, but in a way I can relate to.
That's what makes it sad,the fact that nothing is eternal :/
The fact that this music feels nostalgic to me, and then distorted into a sad tune that repeats that those days are gone
@@VIXANDRE1498 God is eternal, and Jesus Christ has shown us that we can have everlasting life through him.
@@SaintPaulus religions are too complicated,you don't know if it's real or not,but I think god probably exists but who knows,no one ever came back to tell us.
Yeah.... this perfectly describes this album.
I feel like someone is stabbing my heart knowing in a few decades all my memories of playing xbox 360 splitscreen will be lost
Oh, I feel that. Such great memories.
damn this hit me hard, first time i played minecraft was on xbox 360 about 9 years ago and i played it everyday with my brother, until we just stopped.....
I found that 360 like 3 weeks ago and loaded my old profile and saw all my old worlds, just burst into tears and cried for like 10 mins
OUCH
This would go perfectly with a redstone puzzle map I made.. even without any music it makes you feel as alone and isolated as you can.. it has an eerie and surreal environment, and you feel disconnected from every other room and the minecraft world the further your progress through it
Eu entendo a sensação
Do you have a download for it or is it lost forever except in memories
"All you are going to want to do is get back to that lost world"
To this day... I'm still trying to get back to 2012.
"Trying to remember your first world"
This one got me and made me cry. I played my first world with my dad and we had a lot of fun together. I remember that our first house was interresting, it was some dirt blocks above the ground and there was water over it that we never removed, the water was always falling and making water sounds.
We also had a house in a near
beach with pumpkins over it, I don't remember how to get from one house to another, but I remember the houses. I also remember the first time we saw rain in the game, it was also raining in real life and it was a remarkable memory.
For some reason, eventually, I started to play Minecraft alone in other worlds. I still play games with my dad, but I don't even play Minecraft anymore. I don't know what happened to my first world, was it lost during some PC change? What about the other worlds that I played and passed so many hours in? I could try to find my last one in the Files, but... Would I still want to play it? Would the new updates corrupt it in an unplayable mess?
In that first lost world, did I replaced the crops from the beach house last time I played? Would I recognize the path to my houses, or to my own mine? I don't even know how my mine looked like. How many diamonds... How many trees... Was there a wolf? Probably not, but I don't know. I don't know anymore.
Sometimes I remember some glimpses of that world and it always fills me with happiness and nostalgia. Such a good and weird feeling. But I cannot remember everything, and I wonder how were the memories that I forgot.
Thank you for this video, it's beautiful in its own way, like those precious memories that we all hold close to our hearts.
I used to play minecraft with my dad too. We don't play that much together anymore, but I remember the pirate ship and cruise ship we built together, and the house with a shop on the first floor, and how he would farm and fish and I would walk around and collect flowers and seeds :')
Yeah, I remember playing it too. It's really a relief for me since I uploaded my world in dropbox at that time...haha
it is entire universe 😭
I remember my first world......just random blocks everywhere my little kid brain trying to comprehend what power I had in my hands....I was excited when I woke up...my dad waiting for me....and a new game next to me in bed...it was Minecraft: PS3 edition, it was my happiest moemnt in life!
I remember telling my dad to download Minecraft and he download the official (so is one day of playing and before that you have to pay xd) and I remember creating so may worlds to only play one day, I was scared of the loneliness of the game (idk I had like 8 or 9... Even 11) and I really wanted to play with friends (now I can) and now I can finally complete that dream for 9 or 10 yr me.
I don't fear death. If it comes, I am ready to accept it and move on to the next world. But this scares me. If I have one true fear in this world, it's this. Just the thought of becoming a lifeless husk of my former self, clinging to the shattered remnants of my memories, it's just *horrifying...*
Being new to minecraft is one hell of a unique experience. I joined back in 1.6.4, but didn't give survival a fair shake until the glorious 1.7 update came out. I can still remember distinctly the first world I truly played in.
I was lucky enough to spawn next to a village. It was incredibly small, only really having 3-4 buildings. There was a single road, in the shape of an L. There was a blacksmith at the bottom of the L, one of those "huts" on the inside corner of the L, and on the outer long side of the L, there were (if I remember correctly) two larger building, a library, and I think the "butcher" (the building with a fenced in back yard)
The Village was situated in a wide-open plains biome. The only other biome I remember for sure was the Jungle, which was about 80-100 blocks behind the village (you got a great view from the back of the library and butchers).
There are only a few memories I have of this world. I made a small little quarry behind the village "hut" so that I could build my own village house, but out of stone. When digging that quarry, I found my first proper cave, and equipping my freshly made iron pick, I ventured down into the cave. At lava level, the cave began to spaghetti off into other caves, so the lava lake "room" was vast and interesting. I actually found my first Redstone there, although I didn't know what it did. Unfortunately, I didn't find any diamonds in that cave, and hoping to not get lost, I ended that adventure there, returning to the surface to finish my house.
The only other memories I have of this world are of a quick playthrough in creative mode. I wanted to experiment with diving into lakes using the jungle trees and their vines. I was a bit disappointed to see the vines in the jungle hadn't grown yet though. I then experimented with eyes of ender, just to see where the stronghold was. The eyes led deep within the jungle and to a picturesque lake. Beneath that lake, surrounded entirely by jungle, was the stronghold.
Sadly, this is all I remember of the world. It was on an old computer, that has since died. And even taking the old world files off the hard drive, I'm pretty sure young me deleted the world long ago. I got pretty tired of scrolling through so many world, so I purged most of my new worlds library, unknowingly killing many of my memories, and one of my favorite old worlds with it.
Craftaker - Everywhere at the End of Mine
Craftaker - An Empty Bliss Beyond This Cave
This... THIS is the most bizarre crossover I've ever seen. Top of the list.
When we get to a age were we slowly forget what minecraft is, but we will still have afound memory of a piano slowly playing while you watch a blocky sunset slowly sink to the bottom of a land made of cubes, while a friend sitting next you only barking with joy.
I remember once when I was little, I used to play Minecraft on my mother’s iPad back in 2011. The first world I made, was beautiful to me. It started out as a small house area, with an imaginary eating area that could be reached by a ladder. By the ladder were a few chests that I used to store stuff. Over the span of a few years, I had made so many different structures, being a bridge connecting from a large ravine-ish looking river structure, that connected to a watch tower with a huge flag next to it, a complex cave maze system to get me places, and a bigger house with a “roller coaster” on top of it. I had used nether reactors in creative mode and had activated them, spawning huge nether rack towers around my built structures. I continued to expand into more land and caves. It was all going great, till my sister let my cousin play on that world I had been working on. My cousin went into creative mode and flew out of bounds of my territory. After I had realized what he had done, I began frantically looking for any sign of what I knew as my territory. I began to cry because all of that work that I had put into that world was now gone. At this period in time I did not know of the existence of commands. I could have easily have used /gamerule keep inventory, then have used /kill to get myself back to my bed back at my territory. Out of frustration I ended up deleting the game, and all the data in it. The world that I once roamed in, was gone. I still think about that world, and all the beautiful memories and adventures I once had in it.
same but i played in abt 2012-13. the first world i remember was like a mountain or some shit and we had this rollercoaster thingy going into teh mountain. havent logged into the world in fucking years but i can still visualize wut the world looked like. the 2nd was when redstone was first added into bedrock lol. didnt know how to fucking use it. also theres his one time where me and my siblings built this huge rollercoaster and i think it went on for atleast 2km. yea lul. i didnt even know where the start was, never will. fucking insane how dis last one was 7 1/2 y e a r s ago. actually maybe closer to 8 idk. im nearly 14 now btw.
"Slash time set null"
"Back there enderman"
"Gamemode 3 chunk nullification"
"*Removed Player"
"Farland regression onto @&e0"
"11"
Camaraderie at pickaxe length.
Love these titles!
bruh the last one breaks me lmao
I’m so confused at all the comments I just wanna go to sleep
“Farthest Lands Beyond”
“World Corruption Stage 2”
“Horrific Euclidean Geometry Optifine”
“Biome Degredation”
“Score &e0”
Reminds me of the soundtrack for The End.
However, I feel like for us gen z folks, this truly captures the horror of what Kirby was trying to emulate while creating the original album. This is what it would feel like if you grew up in the 1930s-40s and listened to Everywhere at the End of Time. It's music that's supposed to be comforting. Supposed to be familiar. But, alas... it's just a burning memory.
extremely well said. listening to this in full is really what made me fully "get" the caretaker, and man it hit like a ton of blocks
This. I understand the impact of the Caretaker, but couldn't 'feel it' quite well emotionally because I have no emotional or nostalgic connection to the music. A game that I've grown up with + the knowledge that one day a masterpiece like this will be forgotten and so will I, now _that_ hits right where the Caretaker wants it to.
Damn, well said
Kirby?
@@TristanLackey James Kirby (AKA The Caretaker)
The dogs, all the colorful collars, jumping with excitement, finally the player returns to the world. But he doesn't even look at them. *minecraft wolf whimpering*
The dogs bark and whine to the villagers who roam. the player comes in, and disconnects. all light and motion fades from the world indefinitely; holding in a stasis forever.
@@Zawmbbeh Pain
thats why you shouldnt tame dogs. Tame kitties instead. They meow a lot and demand attention.
now i imagine my first minecraft world staying same for years and gonna stay that way for a long time, my chickens in the farm waiting for seeds, my dog sitting in the house waiting for me, my house not getting any upgrades, my irons waiting in the furnace... Not knowing that they are already forgetten... And nobody is ever gonna see them again... They just gonna stay at there... With my childhood....
pls stop this kind of comments 😭😭
@@MiroslavOstapenko what did you expect from a caretaker-based video comment section