I've lost Curtiss. A month or so back I created a Minecraft server to goof around on since then I'm afraid Curt is now more pixel than man. So far his only complaint about the game is that when he walks around without anything in his hands, it looks like his Minecraft-self has an erection. To be fair he's right, but it didn't sound like it really bothered him. I have to walk around with a pickaxe at all times now, but I often see his character on the tallest hill overlooking his creations hands empty as if to shame God himself.
I can't un-see it
The thing that surprised me most about the game is you can beat it. I had no idea that the world's greatest sandbox game had an ending. This fact also took Curt by surprise, as soon as I told him about it the ever present gaze of his stiff digital member turned to beating the dragon at the end of the game. The poetry of this metaphor wasn't lost on me.
Like most of my gaming accomplishments, I'm an observer watching Curt methodically tear this game apart. I'm hoping to pull Eli into this world too if for no other reason than to watch The-Mad-King-Curtiss burn the world down to win at any cost. Thank sweet Jesus there are digital endeavors to keep that unwholesome gaze of his from the real world.
Yeah it is...
yeah it is.