That's great! That reminds me of a similar situation that I was in. Here's #4, then!
4. Grand Theft Minecraft
A while back, I discovered multiplayer. I looked at a list of servers and chose one at random, then joined it.
I'll admit, it was pretty cool. There was a main town with teleporters leading to various locations. I went through one that looked cool, and after making my way out of the spawn, which was made of obsidian and had an iron gate that could only be opened from the outside (I went through the door when it was opened for someone else), I ended up in a pretty awesome town. When I first visited the town, I was just looking around (I was fairly new to Minecraft) when some jerk ran up to me and said something along the lines of "Get the hell out of here". When I asked him why, he said something like "Because it's exclusive, you idiot" and killed me. Naturally, I was pissed, and a plan began to formulate in my head. It was time for some payback.
I went back through the same teleporter and promptly asked if someone could let me out of the spawn. The one nice guy in the entire town let me in. Little did he know that he was dooming the town forever by doing so.
I typed in a quick "thx", laughed an evil laugh, and got to work. First, I set my home to just outside the town wall. Then, I gathered cobblestone and, making sure that nobody was looking, blocked off all the doors of the houses. As a final gesture, I built a very tall 1X1 tower of cobblestone in the middle of the town square. I smiled as I realized that no one had seen me commit the act, and I sat back, admiring my handiwork. But that was just the beginning.
A few days later, a friend who also played Minecraft came over to my house with his laptop. He laughed when I told him what I had done to the town, and in a moment of incredible deviousness, I said "Hey... What if we took it even further?"
It was nighttime. All was quiet. I waited patiently in the shadow of a tall building near the entrance to the town for my friend to log on. Finally, I saw him name appear within the spawn. I dashed over to it and opened the gate. Then, we got to work.
You see, blocking off the door of the house that the guy who had killed me lived wasn't enough. I wanted to see him squirm. So, me and my friend first made the front of the house completely flat by replacing the cobblestone that I had used to cover up the door with smooth stone. Then, we went in through the back entrance, hollowed out the interior, and filled it with water until the renovated floor was covered in source blocks. Next, we sealed up the rear entrance and put a sign on the front saying that it was another player's house. Satisfied with our modifications, we left the town and built a hidden lair outside of its walls. Then, we came up with yet another idea.
What followed was a chapter of my history playing Minecraft that I would like to forget, although I won't lie by saying that it wasn't also one of the most memorable experiences I've had playing Minecraft.
Come night, me and my friend would steal anything of value from the citizens of the town who had been so unkind to me. Eventually, we accumulated almost a dozen chests full of loot in our secret lair. One day, I stole some things from the person who killed me. Once I teleported back to the lair, the victim of the act began yelling at an admin that I had stolen his stuff. I knew that the admin could teleport to me at any second and find hundreds of stacks of stolen items, so I stored the things I had just stolen as fast as I possibly could. I then sprinted out of the hideout and ran as close to the town as I possibly could. Just as I was far enough away from the lair that the admin wouldn't beable to find it, he teleported to me and asked me to kill myself so he could see my inventory. I happily did so, and all he found were the items that were actually mine. I breathed a sigh of relief, and teleported back to the lair. A few minutes later, me and my friend had to leave.
When I tried to log back onto the server, I saw that I had been banned. I smiled, though, when I thought of the look on the face of whoever found us out when they discovered a dozen chests full of their and other players' items. But this would not stop me. Now that I had had a taste of stealing and griefing, I wanted more.
A few days later, my friend emailed me with a suggestion for a server on which to resume practicing our old ways. The server was called Kiwike.
I logged on as soon as I made it on the whitelist with the full intent of destroying the server. But what I found was something more than just a server that was created to be destroyed. I made friends there, and I couldn't bring myself to grief and steal on the server. I wrote an email to my friend after playing on the server for half an hour. This is what it said:
I tried out Kiwike, and it instantly became my favorite server. I don't think I'd have it in me to grief it. It's casual and fun, not to mention it has awesome
towns. I even donated ten dollars to it to help it out and get premium rights. However, you should help us build an underwater city, New Rapture, on Friday night. I highly recommend that you play on the server; it's awesome. But we definitely have to find another server to grief.
-Christian
I never did try to find another server to grief. Kiwike cured me. It made me realize that Minecraft multiplayer was about creating as a community, not destroying and taking what other people had worked to make or get.
Didn't expect the story to go there, did you?
. Too bad it wasnt legit, so me and Cilph burned it in lava! Fun to laugh at 3 butthurt e-fags,
Oh, the good old days when we used to prowl around..