Archive for January, 2011

I have fallen in love with Minecraft.

Me, head-over-heels for a game with no story. No character development. No stunning character designs. None of the things that normally attract me to a game. And yet, somehow, it’s managed to woo me, leaving me swanning about like a sixteen-year old girl.  I don’t understand. How could this happen? To me, of all people, the avowed cynic, the skeptic, the first with a crushing comment or cruel word?

There’s nothing else for it, but to write poetry. Love poetry. Horrible, horrible purple prose declaring my love of Minecraft. Okay, I’m not very good at poetry. But when one is in love, one must write poetry. To do otherwise would be to deny one’s love, and that’s like not being in love at all.

Ode to Sunrise

It’s not morning until something is on fire
–ancient Minecraft Proverb

Sunrise with thy glorious gradients,
promise us of the sunblock’s radiance.
reds merging from the dark purple of night,
I watch it rise, and prepare to take flight.

I was exploring far when night did fall,
no weapons had I at my beck and call.
A torch, a compass, cuttings from a tree,
these were the tools available to me.

Digdig, digdig, there was no other choice,
Unless by my own petard I wanted to be hoist.
I had sanctum on the side of the hill,
but for one block I forgot to refill.

Sounds of destruction came from all around!
The spider’s slurp, the creeper’s fsss abound
A hideous groan, and then! Twang! Twang! Twang!
My sanctum was breached, and I would be claimed.

When o’er the horizon, a golden line
peeped, and covered the land with its soft shine.
My enemy stopped his deadly assault
I watched until the flaming corpse did halt.

I ran away fast, I ran away strong,
Never did the trip to my base seem so long!
But in the end, with the sun hanging high,
I reach it safely, and let out a sigh.

Sunset with thy glorious gradients,
remind why we need daytime’s radiance.
Reds merging into the dark purple of night,
I watch it set, and prepare to fight.



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Better late than never, right?

But first, an examination for how I did with my resolutions last year:

I, the guilt party, do henceforth solemnly swear to make a concerted effort to write on a steady basis.
I was doing all right until, you know, I stopped in October-ish. So this past year more has been written for just me than I think I’ve ever really done before. Not too bad. All in all, I’d give myself a B- on this one.

I will stop giving head-space to other people’s storylands and expand on my own.
Actually did a decent job this year on this one. My D&D campaign actually has back story! And my own stories are better for it, as well.

I will push my boundaries, and sometimes I will fail, but I will learn something from having gone further than I’ve ever gone before.
This year I picked up some new hobbies, including some things I swore I would NEVER EVER do. Good job, me!

I will actually get off my butt and exercise .
Sword club counts as exercise, right? I go for lots of walks (especially when working on my other resolution on developing my own stories), and even run sometimes. Exercise! Healthy living!

I will change the world, in small mysterious ways.
Uhm, maybe? I don’t even know what I meant by this one, so… probably did not succeed.

My resolutions for the new year?
1) Start and see a new project through to completion. I don’t know what it will be yet, but I’ve been itching to work on something different for a while.
2) Get better at fighting hand-to-hand/grappling
3) Figure out new and better ways to DM my ever-growing hoard.
4) Make one really awesome costume this year, instead of just talking about it like I always do.
5) Get caught up to the current timeline with the campaign summaries on this blog (this one will probably not happen).
6) Failing number five, I will at least try to post more often here. Given my current track record, this could be as often as TWO times a month.

Any of my faithful readers have any resolutions you’d care to share?

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