Cheese7710
Well-Known Member
Hello all. It's been a while since I've actually told any tales or made any blogs besides my comical tale of Eric the Cleric, so this time I decided I would share a more serious tale. Next month will be my 4 year anniversary being a member of Team9000, and these almost 4 years have been filled with many tales of romance, depression, hope, anger, and, the scariest of all, delving into my own mind. But for the sake of time, I will try to just stick to what is related to Team9000 unless it is relevant to the story.
The tale begins in Minecraft 1.1. I was late to the game of Minecraft, just starting that February, and decided to try online play. I passed through many servers that were way to overwhelming, and then I found one that looks simple enough to actually enjoy, my first team9000 servery (not the first server, though). I remember making a house just to have it robbed, joining a town that heavily taxed me, making a gigantic cobblestone wall, and, finally, making the town of Solaria.
After a bit, I was going through some rough relationship stuff, and stopped playing. When I got back on, the server was wiped due to some sort of hack attack I believe (may be wrong). Although I didn't join right away, as I was sad about the loss of all of my work, I eventually joined theGurw's community project (Though I forgot the name, I remember having a nice little house on a hill with an ocean view). About this time, I had hit another depression, and stopped playing.
Now, to let everyone know, I loved hanging out with everyone, but I had an issue with being a part of towns. I always felt like I was just a peasant compared to such amazing builders who had huge towers, sculptures, iron farms, and so much more, as my abilities were lacking.
The next time I really got into minecraft was with StTheo's Server (I remember TheGurw also having a server, but I think my depression made me not so active on it). I loved StTheo's server, as I actually started to leave a mark on the world with my town Phoenix (which was never completed). I loved the friends I had made on this server, and it was a really good time.
Then my life started to change very rapidly in a lot of bad ways...I became a legal adult, and was burdened with responsibilities I had never had before. I had to get a job, which I got fired from, start college, where I went from top of my class to an idiot compared to my classmates, and I had lost the first girl I was actually planning on proposing to...I was in a bad slump, so I stopped playing.
The next server I was an active member on was our current server now, where I joined Tsysin for a bit, but wandered and made a humble home once one of my friends had started to play also in real life. I showed her how to do a lot of things, and she had helped me by keeping me happy with pleasant conversation and epic in game adventures despite my rough time.
Which brings me to now. I'm still fighting depression quite a bit, but some of my friends have been helping me through this time. I haven't been on since my friend lost access to their minecraft account and later their computer being damaged. College continues to overwhelm me some, and now that my brother moved away as well as most of my friends, I've been in a rough spot.
I don't want anyone to worry about me though, as it's not all bad. I got a new job, have learned to try to enjoy the single life, and I've been working towards getting my grades up in college. Maybe one day I'll get back on again...maybe I'll finally make something great, something that will make others become filled with awe. And maybe someday I will achieve my life dream of making my own video game for others to play and love.
(I apologize if this seems rather gloomy. How I remember things and how I see the world is dependent on my mood, and at the moment I'm not in the greatest mood. I want everyone to know that I'm fine)
The tale begins in Minecraft 1.1. I was late to the game of Minecraft, just starting that February, and decided to try online play. I passed through many servers that were way to overwhelming, and then I found one that looks simple enough to actually enjoy, my first team9000 servery (not the first server, though). I remember making a house just to have it robbed, joining a town that heavily taxed me, making a gigantic cobblestone wall, and, finally, making the town of Solaria.
After a bit, I was going through some rough relationship stuff, and stopped playing. When I got back on, the server was wiped due to some sort of hack attack I believe (may be wrong). Although I didn't join right away, as I was sad about the loss of all of my work, I eventually joined theGurw's community project (Though I forgot the name, I remember having a nice little house on a hill with an ocean view). About this time, I had hit another depression, and stopped playing.
Now, to let everyone know, I loved hanging out with everyone, but I had an issue with being a part of towns. I always felt like I was just a peasant compared to such amazing builders who had huge towers, sculptures, iron farms, and so much more, as my abilities were lacking.
The next time I really got into minecraft was with StTheo's Server (I remember TheGurw also having a server, but I think my depression made me not so active on it). I loved StTheo's server, as I actually started to leave a mark on the world with my town Phoenix (which was never completed). I loved the friends I had made on this server, and it was a really good time.
Then my life started to change very rapidly in a lot of bad ways...I became a legal adult, and was burdened with responsibilities I had never had before. I had to get a job, which I got fired from, start college, where I went from top of my class to an idiot compared to my classmates, and I had lost the first girl I was actually planning on proposing to...I was in a bad slump, so I stopped playing.
The next server I was an active member on was our current server now, where I joined Tsysin for a bit, but wandered and made a humble home once one of my friends had started to play also in real life. I showed her how to do a lot of things, and she had helped me by keeping me happy with pleasant conversation and epic in game adventures despite my rough time.
Which brings me to now. I'm still fighting depression quite a bit, but some of my friends have been helping me through this time. I haven't been on since my friend lost access to their minecraft account and later their computer being damaged. College continues to overwhelm me some, and now that my brother moved away as well as most of my friends, I've been in a rough spot.
I don't want anyone to worry about me though, as it's not all bad. I got a new job, have learned to try to enjoy the single life, and I've been working towards getting my grades up in college. Maybe one day I'll get back on again...maybe I'll finally make something great, something that will make others become filled with awe. And maybe someday I will achieve my life dream of making my own video game for others to play and love.
(I apologize if this seems rather gloomy. How I remember things and how I see the world is dependent on my mood, and at the moment I'm not in the greatest mood. I want everyone to know that I'm fine)
