Now that I’m a highly paid writer for a high quality gaming site, I have certain expectations placed upon me. No longer can I simply run free amongst the mists of my magical glade, allowing the spray of water from the nearby river to coat my voluptuous body with a fine sheen. No longer can I sing along with the birds that make their homes amidst the foliage of my grove. No, now I must produce a certain amount of content for this site.
So why the blue hell can’t I stop playing Minecraft?
Minecraft is fun, certainly. In its digital, blocky world, I can explore a never-ending world of unknown treasures. I can build any number of wonders, from a floating castle to as many mystical glades as I so choose. I can run around and slaughter pigs and chickens, because slaughtering local wildlife is how you play every game.