On Old Minecraft ServersOn one of the old podcasts the gang talks about discovering old buildings in a server they purchased for Minecraft. I though I'd share my own experiences.

I played on a server once with only two rules: no whining and no hacking.

You could troll and grief to your heart's content. If the game code allowed you to do it, you were welcome to, and in many cases you were celebrated for destruction. I loved touring that world, despite it's harsh and cruel nature.

The world was not pretty, to be sure, but everything had some untold history. Despite the pro-griefing policy, there were skeletons of massive structures that had eventually reached their end by TNT or lava or even an exce...

On Old Minecraft ServersOn one of the old podcasts the gang talks about discovering old buildings in a server they purchased for Minecraft. I though I'd share my own experiences.

I played on a server once with only two rules: no whining and no hacking.

You could troll and grief to your heart's content. If the game code allowed you to do it, you were welcome to, and in many cases you were celebrated for destruction. I loved touring that world, despite it's harsh and cruel nature.

The world was not pretty, to be sure, but everything had some untold history. Despite the pro-griefing policy, there were skeletons of massive structures that had eventually reached their end by TNT or lava or even an excess of furnaces in some cases (buildings packed from floor to ceiling with furnaces).

I wonder how they managed to even build structures to such an immense height. How powerful that the builders that that they could create such an affront to griefers? If they were so powerful, what had caused them to fall? Spending nights in these buildings (I was something of a scout, who scavenged and pillaged rather than gather my own resources) away from the monsters was actually a bit creepy. Looking out at the ruined world, all at once dead, but still completely alive.