I've been playing Minecraft a lot lately (when I'm not porting our newest game to Windows and iPad), and I will have several things to write about this truly fascinating game. For example, my nine year old daughter is addicted to it, and I thought her first experience with it was telling.
Here is a brief summary of my daughter's initial Minecraft session:
Starts game at spawn point.
Walks a long way from spawn point.
Builds most of a house.
Tries to make the roof of the house by placing a block of sand directly above her.
The block of sand falls onto her.
She suffocates.
She respawns at the start point.
She can't figure out where her house is.
She cries.
Walks a long way from spawn point.
Builds most of a house.
Tries to make the roof of the house by placing a block of sand directly above her.
The block of sand falls onto her.
She suffocates.
She respawns at the start point.
She can't figure out where her house is.
She cries.
So what have we learned? First, that Minecraft is truly an educational game, punishing lack of foresight with an almost Eve-like intensity. It has much to teach about planning and forethought, and it delivers its lessons in the most painful way possible. Nothing educational can have value without the possibility of crushing failure.
Second, this would be a great bit of ad copy:
Minecraft - It makes little girls cry.
Third, after she went to bed, I logged in and spent a minute finding her house again. This made me a hero with a ludicrously small amount of effort. That justifies the twenty bucks spent on the game right there.
More to follow, once I figure out how to make a cake.
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