Yapping About Minecraft (and Roleplaying)

My sibling has Minecraft world that all of us in the house live in. It has sprawled into a somewhat bustling little town on the edges of an ocean, which means we are beset by fiendish creatures from both land and sea, but the view is killer.

I've exiled myself once from this little village of which my sibling is the mayor because of crimes committed against me by our mutual friend's boyfriend. I've built a wizard tower and a stable, but my crowning achievement is the pet cemetery and the accompanying funeral home.

It was just the cemetery for a while, but after expanding into some dirt on the edges of my house, I now have a beautiful reception area and office where I admit my fellow village people to book their beloved animal's funerals with me.

We kill our pets a lot, and it's a whole thing when we do.

The entire concept is built on dramatics. I quested for snow in the early days of the world and along the way picked up a chicken in my boat. We were to return as heroes, and he was my beloved shipmate and companion.

Unfortunately, greed took hold of my higher faculties and possessed me to alight on a sunken ship in search of treasure. I parked my boat too close to it and was summarily blown up by a creeper, along with my feathery friend.

Thus, the pet cemetery sprang into existence.

There's not much narrative point to this. I've just been having a lot of fun making my loved ones fill out paperwork, build graves inside the blackstone walls of the cemetery, and don my black leather armour to hold the actual funerals itself. I trapped a llama to be my receptionist, her name is Gladys, and together we write anonymous romance novels about the wandering trader.

The pockets of joy that can burst in your soul just to roleplay that you're a silly little cowboy with a graveyard and a designated smoking area outside your office window.

It's great. I like it a lot.