Sunday, August 29, 2010
Well, though I'm not at all experienced with blogs and I have no idea what I'm doing, I suppose this is where I bring you up to speed as to what this is all about, why I've made it, etcetera. From the tender age of three I've never really liked people, and I've always liked cake. Nothing against people, but presented with the choice of enjoying a 'cold' beer in a room filled with sweaty neanderthals, all hooting for the other neanderthal with the football, and sitting quietly at home enjoying cake, I'd much rather have the cake. This blog will basically be addressing situations I've recently been getting into, and finding a way to show that although the situation may seem appealing, cake is far superior. Moving forward with that in mind, I've recently been hearing a lot about a game called minecraft, and so I decided to try it out and see what all the hype was about. All was well and good for the first hour, I had a nice little castle on a nice little hill overlooking a nice little pit of hades full of creepers. So me being me, I killed them and proceeded to harvest their innards in order to produce some TNT. This was not a well thought out plan, as I had not taken time to gauge how it was a good idea to be producing high explosive and storing it in a basement (Without the prior knowledge that I wouldn't be able to pick it back up again to move it). Now, if my avatar had insurance, the premiums would be insane. That nice little castle on a nice little hill overlooking a pit it now a pit full of LAVA. That and while all the pigs I kept in a separate part of the basement burned, I didn't even get any bacon. If my avatar's little block-ridden face could cry, I'd think it would have at least doused half the pit. Now I live in a ix by six hole in the ground with one torch and no pigs. It's like I'm russian.