Jason Parkinson

I like Minecraft. Like any toy or game we bought for the kids (of which I have 5 of), I help them play. Seems a harmless enough game, encouraging almost, all is good. There are post nuclear war lessons in survival going on in this game. Hippie harmony civilisations on a new world. Resource based (anyone swap,a pumpkin for 5 wheat type thing), no monetary quagmire, global manipulation or super rich omnipotence. All is good. As this too is my philosophy. In a nutshell, a game I'm more than happy to let Mojang take (x) percent of the responsibility of raising my kids in. An environment he created and I condone. . . . , and all is good.

So, why is it that my kids are crying? I never opened a train set or box of Lego or toy garage or anything I was given by my parents that during playing I was crying about. Maybe someone in passing accidentally or devilment caused a minor delay in the imaginary 02:30 departure from London to Timbuktu or delayed the opening of the Lego town fire station by 20mins or so (muuuuuuuum!), thats ok we can fix it also it has recourse. Small one may be but you can stand up to this clumsy interloper, this vandal and challenge them. Better still, mum can challenge them. You got dad (who is superman) the top trumps of all the top trumps in your back pocket. Don't make me get dad out. I think you can see where I might be going with this. What is the worst enemy on minecraft? Creepers, dragons, lava. Another player is the answer. No doubt. From an inadvertent command block on an unsupported mod, to a deliberate bucket of lava on a neighbours wooden house, another player is the worst enemy on minecraft. . . . and my kids cry. Like the three little pigs we shall build with obsidian, we are griefed and they cry.

So hey, tekkits is born and the binary world turns. Server protection aside, we have force fields and yeah we shall build them two deep for we have been tricked by griefers who say they are our allys, who set home here, then come back with others when we are offline and break our stuff and make the kids cry (we are getting to the point now). So we know our minecraft in this house, we know what other players are like. there is no naïveté here in playing minecraft. My boys recently built a house, a factory and a quarry. 2 pet golems a three deep force field around it. All day they played this game and by bedtime with thoughts of the things they had done and would go on to do in that place they witness two donators enter their house and smash the hell out of it all. And the kids cry.
So what is the point? Not my point, I know what my point is. I mean what is the point in this game at all. You teach us to live in love, sharing in a universe of , . . . . blah blah LSD hippie dogma Ender dragon diatribe. You give us the power to stop griefers ie;a forcefield, then take it away. Worse than anything you take it away for MONEY! You are teaching kids that all the effort and skill and perseverance in the world doesn't amount to anything compared to having money. Sick of watching my kids cry. This game is worse than any other game that I can think of and going in completely the wrong direction. Donators are the most awful bastardisation of this once beautiful game.