@@mileskimasktheslumpgod I wrote one as well, and though it took only about 15 minutes, I was pretty proud of what I'd written. Which brings up the question: how about starting it again?
I found it about a year or two ago. I’m thinking about using this video to make a 10 hr version. I’m going to see if I can get the RUclips channel’s permission first though since he is the one who came up with this version.
It’s been 17 years since the Great Pandemic. I remember when it began; when our homes became the lifeline through which we could do naught but wait; when the very connections that made humanity something more than a collection of individuals were tested, like a great wave threatening a skyscraper.
@@cattyclove Today changed. The world began to become more agressive 6 years ago. We had to shoot our neighbors. They were infected. I was the only survivor in Lakeview Street. Millitary forces got in at 2033. Some set up zones. Some fought off these ‘zombies.’ Nobody rescued us. The Millitary promised they’d protect us. They left us. The cities are abandoned. Everyone I know is dead or infected. I left the city. Where am I now? *Home.*
this song is the embodiment of loneliness and sadness. it feels like a reminder of what was, the good, the bad, and everything in between. despite hearing this few times in actual Minecraft or outside of it it has a sense of nastolgia, a sense if mystery. what it personally reminds me of is when I was a kid, happy playing only Minecraft, when I didn't need to care about anything when it was so simple, and the sense of nastolgia kicks in here with the deserted and forgotten sound of the song itself. all I can think of when I hear this is "I wish I could go back"
I still own my tutorial world from over 4 years ago. Almost all of the buildings were either militarised by my friends or destroyed by my friends during 2016-17. For some people, I'm the missing friend. I still go onto the world once every few months, and my friends have almost joined a few times.
I need to stay awake. Every time I drift off I can feel myself begin to dream. The day that I'm alone. Walking some old road in a forgotten city with the loudest silence you've ever heard. No wind, no people, no animals, not even the sound of your footsteps seems to get far. The eeriness of silence creeps up on you until its wormed into my ears and the subtle sense of doom forms at the back of my mind. I look up at the rusted skyscrapers painted against a clear blue sky. There's something about them that feels familiar. Maybe it's the rust or the architecture. In the distance - clouds. A beautiful light blue sky with streaks of a setting sun casting a fading glow on the once proud buildings. Looking down there are trees so it seems there's still some kind of life here. And that bridge up ahead. Where have you seen it before? Remember. Remember what it was like before - before it all went to hell. Before the war. Before the government failed. Before school was cancelled. Before you never got to see your crush for the last time. Before you knew your mom was sick. Before you were. Before you knew what sadness, depression, loss, and pain were. Before you were awake. Its cruel isn't it? To be born with such innocence and purity for it to be slowly destroyed right before your eyes. To be burdened with all the world's politics, morals, news, and savagery. When you were just a young adult sitting in your room listening to a melancholy version of a song you had heard countless times before. The anthem of your childhood. Listening to a sad version of a sad song thinking about times when you were very and truly happy. The time when you didn't make your mom cry because you yell at her and the biggest problems were who was the fastest on the playground. Back when you noticed when the birds were chirping and when waking up at 6 in the morning on a Saturday was the best thing ever. And now you're here. Listening to a corrupted version of a song which stabbed us right through the soul and left its mark on us as some of the best moments in our lives. Just like how our lives have been corrupted. We are in high school. The best parts of our lives. But it's not. It is nothing like what people said it would be, or what the movies showed us it was. We've been lied to, betrayed by the people who want to be progressive and make our lives better. We are miserable and we come to music like this in order to tailor it to our current situation in order to help us remember and apply those feelings to now. What is the meaning of all anyway? I so desperately want there to be one but every time I try I can’t find one that satisfies me. And the idea that you create your own meaning seems like a cop out to me. I am so tired. Tired of having to care about so much and not have any of it mean much to anybody else at all. I do not want to dream anymore. I don't want to be baited and teased with good memories and ideas when there is no good left anymore. But I'm dozing and I can't stop.
Woah... Although I like depressing stuff, I also like how 4:00 starts to sound a little hopeful, like there is still beauty in the world even if it's tired, empty, and lonely. It only feels dead. It rots from the inside and there is no personality, but it still holds up. It still goes on with good things frozen in time: photos, music, and even if our loved ones pass on, family is a concept, a feeling, that doesn't rot or rust. Beauty is something you find, it isn't just there.
How long have I carried you now? Days? Weeks? You stopped talking some time ago. I tried not to notice, but I did. I dare not look down; for the abyss of your gaze is one I would have no choice but to dive in. Are you looking at me? From my arms or from somewhere else, are you looking? I swear I can almost feel your eyes upon me, a presence lingering in my periphery only noticed by the earliest primal senses. Or it could be my imagination, a figment created to distract from the obvious, the fact I do desperately try to avoid. We must all go quiet some day, but not you, you are just tired. Tired. I am so very tired. I wish I could stop walking but I see nowhere comfortable to sit, no chairs, no stools not even a stump. All is barren, another fact I wish to avoid, but alas my vision proves this just from its basic function. There is nothing. Down to the dirt. The birds haven’t chirped and the bees haven’t buzzed for longer than I care to remember. From before I met you. Yet though the earth is barren, the sky as always, isn’t. Billions of sparkling lights incomprehensible distances away. Many may be dead already as their light reaches us. See the constellations and wonder if there is a god, see what the universe is. See that we did nothing wrong, as somewhere out there we can be seen by someone else. And I hope our earlier light reaches them. I hope they see just how well we did till this point. But now the sky brightens, a dull blue washing over like rising water, the abyss becoming darker and darker while the water takes its own colour. I think it’s time we watch the sun rise, don’t you? And with the thought my legs sink from beneath me, my arms, jelly. And without looking I lay you down next to me on the cold, hard dirt. You know I think I remember this view, I think we’ve been here before. I hope so, the familiarity is the closest thing to home we have at the moment. Look at the mountains around us, the grandeur of the monoliths that stood before the end and even after it. There may be no life but the earth still exists. I hope this is the same place. It’s been so long since I have been here. As the sky becomes lighter so do I. I suppose it is time to lie down. And so I lie next to you, I dare not to look at the abyss. But I do. And you are beautiful. Beyond my broadest imaginings you are still the most beautiful. As the sun rises and my skin burns I remember the words you said the last time we were here. The words ended my life, and rebirthed it all at once. I love you.
Zokorox [8B8T.xyz] thats honestly one of my favourite comments of all time because I am actually home-schooled. Also I kinda just do string-of-thought writing so it was basically just fluid with the song on repeat for inspiration.
When i was younger, me and my friends from middle school had a SMP world to play in. There was a city that had our seperate houses and streets to connect to each other. The lights were made with burning netherack. The streets were made with gravel. The houses were made of wood and wool. It was a nice server to connect and, not only play minecraft, but to also socialise in. We would talk about homework needed to be completed, our middle school crushes, and even friends who we would invite to the server. That was about 8 years ago, back in 2012. A few of those people are in good places in the world. One of my friends went on into their next chapters in life. He got married and theyre thinking about having a child. Another one of my friends are in the process of getting a Doctorate Degree in university. Im very proud of them. However, not every story is a happy one. One of my friends moved across the country and i havent heard from him since. Another one of my friends went to prison. And lastly, the two saddest ones. One of them is missing and it seems they will never find him. And, one of my greatest friends, is no longer with us. I think he committed suicide when i was in high school. But I wonder if I could go back to experience this server one more time, if things could be different. And if things would be better. Moral of the story is: Never take friendships for granted. And always remember, nothing lasts forever. Ive learned the hard way.
The original got deleted because of monetization,the original uploader had some problems with this so he just deleted the original,he uploaded another version 5 days ago but its not the same pitch and speed.
@@sirgrem2988 well i dont think he ever did money on this because the music wasn't created by him,but there is some chances that the youtube bot didn't detected the music,and by the time,he earned some money out of it,until the creator found out and striked the video (or just asked for demonetization)
@@Nebu3 nah the copyright was "Remember? (Nightime Burnout Remix)" which is a remix which contains minecraft ost and it's honestly such a massive dick move to copyright it
I can still remember my world on my PS3 waiting sitting their while I cry to go back to the day I first got Minecraft for ps3 it was truly a great experience thank you
_After years of staying away from Minecraft, you finally return to the multiplayer server you and your friends used to go on all the time_ . . . *The only things left on the server are remnants of buildings, which have been griefed and destroyed throughout the server's inactivity.* *The City, one of the central parts of the server, has been reduced to rubble. Many of the buildings which you and your friends worked on are gone. There's nothing but the frames and bare skeleton of skyscrapers. Giant holes in the sides of shops and schools.* _You press TAB to see if anybody is on the server with you. . ._ *_But nobody's here._*
Everyone else has moved on. I walk out into my simple wheat field. Harvesting, replanting, retilling soil trampled by drowned exiting the river in the night. I return to my house, a simple crumbling tower built at the time to imply a grander story, now just reflecting the state of this once shared realm. I craft my bread, stash the extra seeds haphazardly in a chest, I've never been much for organization. I can see the silent base, made by an old friend ive lost contact with after highschool, from my window as I top off my food bar. I go mining for hours, making sure I have more diamonds than anyone else. But really, I'm just hoping that today, of all days, maybe someone else will join the game.
I saved one of the comments from the old video, which I thought was interesting. Don't remember who made it, but here's what I could salvage: You've been walking for quite some time now. Days? Weeks? Barely even matters anymore. Just you, wandering through the long destroyed city of ██████. You're fairly certain this was your home town, actually. You even recognize a few buildings, like that old cafe you and your pals would hang out at during the weekend, or the school you went to for a year before get transferred. There's still those giant loudspeakers on nearly every street. Government installed them to warn the populace of the raids. Not that they would do much good, mind you. By the time the speakers started up, half the city was usually in ruins by then. Still, they insisted on building them all over. You always wondered why the people fighting them didn't get that money, but it's not like that would have stopped 'em. You stop by an old park and set up camp there. Twilight is upon you, and who knows if they'll come for you again tonight. You lie down, and close your eyes. You can't sleep, but just laying down is more comfort then most people get these days. If there are people these days. The speakers start making noise. Probably just an automated message. But you don't recall machines sending out messages on them. The static continues for a minute or two, and then you hear a tune. You remember this music back when you where a kid, playing some sandbox game on your parent's PC. What was it? "Miner Raft"? "Minecraft"? Yeah, Minecraft sounds right enough. At first, you just sit there, enjoying the music. Nostalgia hits you, but not like a hard punch that makes you cry. Crying attracts attention, anyways. It's more of just a montage of memories that make you smile. But, considering your circumstances, you don't smile too hard. And then common sense hits you like a metal pipe clashing against your skull. The loudspeakers are transmitting something. There is a PERSON transmitting this music, right in the city's military radio station. You run. You were never a very social person, but it's been a long time since you've even remembered another person. It could have been a few months, or you could have been living like this for decades. Doubt starts to rush through your head. What if this is one of them? What if it's a bandit who's just playing this to get attention? What if they're dead by the time you get there? You don't consider these scenarios. By now, you've already reached the bunker where this person is transmitting the music. All that's left between you and what may be the only other human left on Earth is just an unlocked steel door. You open the door.
BlitZAtom You inspired me to write my own poem It’s been 20 years since your beautiful game was destroyed by Fortnite and everyone is living in Fortnite now your the only true Minecrafter left and the game has lost tons of it glory thanks to updates so you live in your old world in your old dad’s iPad you played with when you were little and you hear this song and then a bunch of nostalgia hits you but then you feel a beautiful feeling you haven’t felt in years...Happiness you see the sunset in your old world and your no longer sad and your suffering is gone now all of a sudden the year is 2012 you found home again and before you sleep you lay in bed at the end of the day knowing the glory you achieved and what the Fortniters are missing out on and you feel special again in years so the next day you decide to finish your childhood home you never got to finish but suddenly your old long lost childhood friends join your game and now your happy together watching captain sparkles, the diamond minecraft and other classic minecraft youtubers and now you and your friends live together and are happy agin the end (Edit) all of a sudden Fortnite has lost it’s power and now your world is full of people feeling nostalgia so mankind has returned to its former glory no more suffering no more corruptions and everything is just right you don’t feel sad you’re happy now and so is everyone else except for Karens and the people that messed up our glorious world (they went to hell for everything they did so now everything is right again)
Walking through the streets of an abandoned city, hoping to find people, food and water. But there is no one left except you, and the city's speakers are playing this song with their last battery before they go silent forever..
iirc, the reply thread for this comment continued the story ending with the main character finding another man who kept the music going for other potential survivors.
If anyone is wondering where the picture is from: It's from a product on a 3D Model website. 3drt.com/store/environments/megacity-construction-kit.html It's the 31st picture :)
You hear the soft synth keys as the speakers transmit them. This city. It’s alone. Except for you. You can hear the keys through the speakers although you don’t know where the speakers are. Every single tiny window and building was once inhabited. Nobody knows why or how the city is abandoned, but something to guarantee you chills is the fact that you are the only one in the city.
@@SouthTea it is....... nuclear fallout has a massive effect on the area. It radiates the whole area till it is nothing but small skeletal remains of once beautiful skyscrapers, and now? Rust covered towers with only so many hazards your body can handle before it succumbs to the damages that are dealt. Trees......oh Lord, the trees.....all that green you see every weekend before having some coffee ☕? G O N E
i think of minecraft liminal spaces, like a world built with childhood friends that has long since been abandoned, or an untouched mineshaft deep in a cave, or getting lost in the long corridors of a nether fortress. the old block textures for added nostalgic effect. and finally the realisation that it's just you in a minecraft world that goes on for millions and millions of blocks and that it will never be fully discovered.
“Dad?” “Yes son?” “Please could I just have 15 more minutes - 10 more minutes?” Your father looks at your screen. He sees your half complete house, oak wood walls and cobblestone flooring, with two furnaces and a crafting table nestled in to the corner. He looks as you switch in to third person view, the beard (or smile? you didn’t know) which was now a part of your childhood, with the cyan shirt and the blue jeans. You pick up your white xbox 360 controller again. You’ll have to charge the batteries tonight - don’t forget. You walk over to your pet dog, named “Grimm” - it wasn’t a skeleton dog like you had hoped for. Nevertheless, he was your pet. You feed him one cooked steak - you always thought he like the cooled food better - recently made in the glowing furnaces in the corner. The rain slowed outside as dusks watercolor blue washes over the cloudless sky. It was a crisp summer night. School was starting soon; you should really get into the habit of going to bed earlier. Your dad sits down beside you, and you feel the weight of the couch shift as he leans slightly forward, engaged in the world of blocks and colors as much as you are. “Your dog, whats his name?” He asks, pointing to the white tamed wolf on the screen, with the traditional red collar. You remind yourself to look for some bonemeal. White suits him. “Grimm. Its just from a guy I watch online. He makes videos about this game.” You respond, looking at him for a while before opening your oak door, and walking out on to the hill in front of you. To your north, a birch forest, to your west, a huge desert (you found a temple there once)! and to your east and south, a plains biome, with a village, its gravel paths reaching along the lush green grass. Your dad smiles. “So, whats the objective of this game anyway?” “Its up to the player to decide. I mean, there is a boss or whatever, but I don’t play with the monsters on. I’m scared they’ll hurt my dog.” Your dad continues to watch you for a few minutes as you do your simple tasks - farm the wheat, craft the wheat in to bread, do a few simple trade with the villagers. He asks you a few more questions (“What happens if your tools break?” “Can you upgrade your tools?” “Can you give your dog armour?” “Have you shown your mom your house?”) Soon enough the 10 extra minutes have passed. There is a glimpse of night in the minecraft sky, long shadows being casted from the oak trees that surround your small house. But night outside has fell long ago. Has it been longer than 10 minutes? You don’t really care. Your father doesn’t mind either. “As long as you’re in bed early tomorrow.” He says, as he walks upstairs with you, watching you brush your teeth before bed, and giving you a hug, before you dream of your minecraft world, bright, boundless and bountiful.
I got Minecraft the day it came out when I was little. I played it night and day. I listened to Minecraft music. I watched stampy and dan. Sometimes pat and Jen. I played terraria on my iPod. Life was good. Life was simple. Now I come back as a 16 year old young man. And wish, wish that I’d never had grown up. Wished life could have just kept going the way it was. My dad helped me with homework every night. My mom was always kind and calm. We ate supper every night as a happy family. Now I come back years later, sitting on my bed home alone listening to this song. Crying, and wondering.. Where did it all go.
In the echo of silence, I walk streets once alive with laughter, now haunted by memories of voices that drift like ghosts. Buildings stand, hollow sentinels, their windows empty eyes watching over forgotten dreams. Rust gnaws at metal bones, the skeletal remains of progress, now resigned to quiet decay. I wander through a market square, where the hum of life once pulsed. Stalls now vacant, their wares scattered, lost to time. I touch a faded sign, recall the scent of fresh bread, the chatter of friends meeting. A swing hangs idle in the park, chains creaking in the wind. Children's laughter echoes faintly, a distant melody in the breeze. I sit on a bench, carved with initials, symbols of love, now abandoned. Sunlight filters through cracked glass, painting fractured rainbows on the ground. I close my eyes, embrace the warmth, a fleeting moment of connection to a world that was, and will never be. In this hushed desolation, every step reverberates with the past. I am a ghost among ruins, clinging to fragments of what was, searching for solace in the whispers of bygone times.
Not only does this music think of the fun times we had in Minecraft but also makes us remember all the good times we had with people in our lives. The life we used to have as a child. Friends and families who have moved on from your life, the times playing at the beach at a young age with your bestfriends. The times when you were enjoying your ice cream that mom bought for you on a hot summer day as a child. When you used to think that living a young, energetic yet simple life would last forever, thinking that the stresses of being a grown up and being an adult, working 40 hours a week would never come. Back when the world was a colorful place in our innocent little sparking eyes, full of hope and wonder. But here we all are. Growing up hurts. Nostalgia hurts because deep down, we never want to grow up. As our innocence fades, and as the clock rotates forward, the pain grows so much more.
I find it very comfortable to sit and waiting for something to happen whether it be your final moment or enjoying the things you do when you're in desperation of something.
I just made a reupload myself before stumbling upon this. Thank you, I'm happy to know that I wasn't the only one trying to bring back the original. you even included the original image! I could not find it so I went with a different one. I'm glad to see we didn't lose this masterpiece
The happiness of one’s memory, not ours, not for us. But yet we see it, such music play in way with images displayed for us to watch, for there only lays dread, sadness, loneliness, and nostalgia. It gifts us our forgotten memories, for what we notice around us. We are grateful for it. And if not a happy memory it is, it will be only fear. We think, imagine, remember, the forgotten places and images from reality now only as only evidence of it existing, are its pictures in our minds.
How many more series of lives will we go through...? How many more times would I have died and forced to start anew...? Thoughts that ran thousands of times before as I wandered around this abandoned city people used to call home... What was this severs name again? 2b2t...? Yeah, sounds about right...to me anyway I kept wandering around to see what might have been even left if this world...seeing older build of destruction that might have been more complex and comprehending than my own builds in general. Then I saw what was left of my old home. My dog, rose200, wasn’t here..I remembered that she died during a wave of zombies attacked my house, so her grave might be nearby... I only remember her favorite color being blue. Oh if I wished she could see the blue sky take place in the shining lights of the morning... I sighed, placing my hands in my pockets Nope, those days aren’t the same anymore... I stepped inside, hearing the wood creaking beneath my paw. I saw no life within the house anymore except for the small jingling of my cat’s bell collar... “Xp?” I whispered, coming towards the black cat sitting up top of my furnace. I softly pet her, feeling her soft somewhat presentable purring Then, a loud *slam* came from outside, making me freak out and pull out my sword I immediately ran outside with no second thought, seeing no one in my way or view. I couldn’t help but to press the “tab” button that was beside me. I wasn’t sure why it was there, but it allowed me to see the presence of others in the world .... No ones here other than me... I heard another slam, making me turn around behind me to see someone in a doge skin with a hula skirt on I tilted my head before they turned over to me “Hello? Hello, is that you red?” The dog person spoke up. “RedVgaming, is that you?” “Y-yeah...?” I stuttered “Howdy, been a wile since I’ve last seen ya, huh?” “I....I guess? Who are you..? The dog raised its paw towards me “It’s me! PebbleRebel! You remember right? I’m the one who helped you build your whole town here!” “P-pebble? B-but I saw you die! You never respawned- I thought *he* killed you off” “He did...he did red...he took our town into ruins...KikiTheComedyKid, Crimzonkiller, Mightyduck, Rachel, MagnusBlock....they all missed you when you stopped coming...when our world was destroyed and rest...” “I don’t understand, why are you here?!?” The dog looked behind and away from me, seeing a giant gaping hole where my house originally was “I have to go now....there taking me away” “What do you mean *there* taking you away?” “Your not suppose to be here....goodbye old friend” Before I could say another word, tnt set off and blew me to smithereens, making the title screen of “you died” pop up, giving me my score as well All I could do was spectate or leave, not that the spectate button was working anyway I left, but it pulled up a screen to a white room with a door I walked up to it, slowly opening the door *RedVgaming left the sever*
Putting me in this scenario I would think of how people felt the need to forget this place, just to leave everything behind, to start completely fresh when they had eerything in the world. It would make me feel left behind God damn my heart XD
i still remember the first time i loaded up that tutorial world and rebuilt that dilapidated oak house that would be at the start that was 7 years ago already
Minecraft truly holds a special place in my heart. when I was around 6-7 I got an Xbox 360 and Minecraft I and my brother fought a lot and Minecraft helped us calm down that was when life was a lot simpler and I didn't really understand what was going on in my life. my parents separated when I 3 years old and my dad was in a bad state for years and when he got the Xbox 360 my life was great now I realize how I should have cherished every moment I cry about my dad every night because of how much I love him I also cry because I want to go back, back to when I could just play Minecraft. I know the smell of cigarettes is not good but there is a certain type of cigarette that reminds of when I was back then, it was a nostalgic smell. I used to play the mashup packs on Minecraft oh good I want to go back. I play Minecraft now it's not the same, I wish time went by slower so I could be there and I wish I knew how much I loved my dad then so I could tell him. almost every day on the bus to school I nearly cry because I listen to Minecraft music. it's hard to explain my level of love for Minecraft but I did my best to try. I love you dad
You walk through this desolate world, coast to coast, but you do not know why. You walk the trails of tears from the valleys of the east to the old empire of the west. Yet nothing is heard. Your feet bleed and ache but you keep walking the trail. You have sufficed through it all. The blood storms, The dust tornados, the hellfire springing up from the dust, the boiling rivers and oceans, the forming of gourges that sound like a million cries of the suffering and the damned from the dephs of hell. Yet you move on. Maybe you do it out of hope that there is a flicker of light, somewhere in this desolate wasteland, someone waiting to embrace you and say "welcome home." or maybe you have gone crazy. Your mind filled with voices of spirits and ancestors of the past, telling you to move on. But whatever the reason, you push on. The world has fell into such silence, the only thing you hear is the wind blowing that is leading nowhere and the distant screams of the beasts that feast on the hatred and the disitruction of the world you once called home. The only things that stand are shells of strongholds, monuments, and towering citadels of years past, before the deluge of fire. But for some reason or another, you still walk, you partake on this pilgrimage and will for many years to come and you never stop. You never utter a word, because there are no ears to hear it, but you still speak volumes. The world may be forever empty, spinning around a star, that falls into the universe and the universe falls into the void, and the void falls into infinity. But the universe cries out to you "i love you my child" but you cannot hear it. We are the universe, we have no true physical form, for we are everything, we are the heart beating in your chest, the blood flowing through your fingers, we are you. You won't understand. It is beyond your own comprehension. A forbidden knowledge that the so called "men of the cloth" once sought out. But this knowledge killed them. But don't dwell on that, we do not wish to lead you a stray from your path. But know as the universe, we created you from dirt and the material of life. We formed you in our image. We carried you with such happieness and love. And now we cry out to you and say "we love you." and we are so sorry you haved suffered so much due to our neglect. Don't give up, something is waiting for you. But we will not tell what it is. But for now you can finally rest. We made a song for you child, listen closely and let it fill you with warmth and comfort, Let it fill you with determination, listen and feel love once again. Listen to the subwoofer lullaby. . . . Hope you all enjoyed my little poem, who ever you are, have a wonderful day, and godspeed to you.
@@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc that my friend, is for you to decide. Its your destiny, its your pilgrimage to partake in. And i have faith in you. I may not know you, i may never hug you, but despite that, i love you. You are loved. I belive in you, Godspeed friend.
Thank you! I've been looking for this specific video for so long. For whatever reason, the image has such a crazy nostalgic effect on me. It takes me back to the early 2000s, where a scene such as the one shown in the video could easily pass for an out-of-bounds area in some post-apocalyptic video game. My much younger and naiver self thought that these areas went on infinitely and that if you could just somehow get past the invisible barriers, you could just pick a direction and explore them forever.
It’s been 5 years since the deadly outbreak. I roam the desolated streets in fear of the “monsters” that terrorized me. It was 2 years ago the last time I saw one. The city had speakers that protected us. Making loud noises to distract the monsters. For two years this melody has played. It’s burned into my brain, and i’ve grown tired of it. The sky is beautiful in this chilly fall. The streets dirty and beaten. The trees still growing and thriving. I search for my family. It’s been 5 years. They are most likely dead or long gone. I’m the last one in this city. I need to head north. That was where the sanctuary was at the beginning of the outbreak. Food is running short, and I am surprised i’ve even made it this far. I wonder if they can hear this song in the north. Oh who am I kidding i’m wasting time. *I need to keep moving*
@@totalgv9155 There is no one up north. Why was I so foolish to think anyone would still be alive up here. There are bodybags everywhere, and they are all filled with the bodies of the forgotten who have fallen to the virus. The lucky ones have already died. The not so lucky ones have joined those monsters in terrorizing anyone who is unlucky enough to be alive. The last place where anyone else alive could be is Westpoint Mountain. I really hope someone else is out there. I can still here the melodies of the city I once lived in. I’ve lost almost all faith of anyone I knew being alive. I cannot waste another second thinking about this. *I need to keep moving*
@@totalgv9155 Wow it’s been six months. I’ve thought about writing a part 3 to this story, and I might, but I just need to say that I really appreciate you and the recognition you provided to me. It means a lot truly :)
Do you like it. The snow dancing? The frequent movement and different patterns? But they all blow the same direction. They fall and land, soon to rest with the rest of the snow. Symbolism that our lives used to be painted on. Until everyone disappeared. God... ... I miss them Why did they all vanish, 7 billion people, and its just me and you. ... And now its just me. Because eventually like every snow storm, it stops.. I dont like being the last person on this planet, I wish I could go back.. ... ... Im sorry.. This is it, Our fate.. ... I guess its our time to land.. ... I love you.. goodbye ... ... ... ... (distant gunshot) ... *Imaginary friend* by me
You wander aimlessly through the abandoned streets of what was once the city you called home. The soft wind toys with the patches of grass growing up through the cracks in the asphalt. No one had known exactly how long it was going to take for the atomic dust to settle, but eventually they ran out of rations and had to send people like you up to the surface. You stop and look to your left. Before you stands a place familiar and yet foreign. You push on the door with it's cracked glass windows. Inside, memories come flooding back. The torn carpets and chipped checkerboard tile floors. The rusty arcade machines. Light shines in through a large hole in the ceiling, Illuminating the overturned tables and broken chairs, as well as the drawn red curtains of a stage. You remember this place. From before the war. Before the bombs fell. You and your friends used to stay here all the time, having a childhood you wish you had retained in the years following. You all would play skee ball and shoot basketball hoops. Play rail shooters and claw machines until you ran out of cash. Get up close and personal with the costume characters while your friends would hide from them. In those days, this place was bustling with life. Children laughing. Speakers blaring. A far cry from what it is today. The sounds of the abandoned city, carried by the wind, find their way to your ears. Wind blowing. The occasional bird chirping. You listen closely and hear the speakers in the establishment, miraculously still working, playing a sad and somber song that you recognize. You contrast the unsettling silence to the deafening noises of this place when you knew it from your younger days. A tear runs down your cheek, for you know that what was once here cannot be reclaimed. After all that's happened, it can't be pieced together. Only fragments of the past remain, disembodied and scattered. You want so much to long for what once was, but you know that it can never be again. You sigh and wipe the tears from your face before venturing deeper into the archaic diner to look for supplies... (Reposted because reupload)
Here is a poem. I was born here. In a long-ago land of shadows and muted sounds I brushed against the pages of my days, Partially separated the shadows and sounds. The world was hot and cold against my cheeks Within these small structured walls, I learned While my fancies found wings And sailed far beyond these walls. I worshipped here. The soaring sounds touched God And He made me a sinner. I loved here, And became immortal For a moment. I heard the music of life And I carried the music within me. In the melted minutes of larger shadows and louder sounds I sweat cold sweat I smelled the odors of life Tasted dirt Felt pain And slowly died. I was buried here Under the cold clay of a faraway field. A few unheard words gave my entire life meaning. Stirring my silent screams even more than before. The town is gone now And the treasure of my life is spent Upon the night winds and the weeds, And on eternity. - Perry Eberhart, Ghosts of the Colorado Plains, Swallow Press Books, Athens, Ohio, 1986 Let's relive the old moments of the original video. Post your stories! Have fun!
Yknow I listen to this a lot and just wonder what it'd be like to roam that city. No threats, no dangers, just exploring peacefully. What would I find? The remains of tthousands unfortunate enough to waste away? The memories of those left behind? Perhaps pictures of family lives that could have been, but never came to be. Perhaps homes and buildings, torn asunder or just weathered from beatings. History of a long forgotten past, now lost to time. Perhaps the worn asphalt of streets that were once so lively, now lifeless with rusted cars lining the sides. The skyscrapers, unstable and towering over the inner areas of the city. Grass and fauna, left untouched for a long time, running rampant across anything it touches. Power lines, now dormant due to the absence of electricity, and people to provide it. You come up to a small coffee shop, glass windows shattered. In their place is spiked frames of what is left over. Moving down the street, a boarded up store, of what ourpose you cannot tell. You vaguely make out the word "General" before losing interest and moving on. A hospital, now inactive due to the lack of patients sits in between two medium buildings. You decide to go inside. Skeletons line the floors, some at the desk, others strewn. You wonder what happened to them, and why they just chose to die here, if they had one to begin with. You decide to leave, since it seemed too unnerving ro move forward. And then, in the distance, a sound plays. You dont know what it is, but you run to it. Nobody has been in this city for years, yet plain as day a song of some sort rings out of the silence. You travel far, gliding across asphalt to see the source of the sound: a lonely speaker attatched to a light pole. The enchanting lullaby it plays wills you to sleep...
I’m pretty sure I read that, I can’t remember it exactly but I was playing minecraft and remembered a dope story on a remix of a minecraft song. Came here looking for that and found out the original got deleted 😔.
Walking along the now cracked roads, you stroll through the remains of your old life. All of the memories come flooding back. The old noodle shop where you and your friends would visit Friday after school. The game store where mom bought you your very first console. The office where your father worked. All of these locations, memories, and people return. They’re memories now. Your friends and family, your colleagues, everyone. They’re gone. Since the collapse, life has been tough. You made it through, though. You decided to come back one last time, just to see what’s happened to your home, and what you’ve lost. The sun’s getting low now. You should get going.
I look at the dark city, abandoned. Not as alive it once was before, I miss life, I miss safety, I miss family. Now all gone to dust, I have nowhere to go, I see the jets, and the tanks far by the mountains, another battle? I better get cover, but I choose not, my heart belongs to this city, my birthplace. My life, I see the jets, dropping dark shapes to the ground, big booms all around me, and one in the city, I close my eyes, taking it in. As the waves hit me.
“I don’t like the night, reminds me of when I was a kid and went to friends houses in my dangerous neighborhood, doesn’t matter to me at all anymore after the plague that stripped the world of its people and resources.” *You arrive at a.. peculiar, city..* “I feel like I have been here, I cant grasp it, but it feels so familiar. I don’t know it but I do, I wonder if my *dementia* is making me forget. That rubble that crushed me had to have given me it.” “I wish my mom was still alive, such a great person in my life after all of my 67 years of living, living in that city sure was grand especially in 2012. I remember that game, Mineshaft, or something.” *You rest at a bench nearby a school..* “Something about this city erupts nostalgia, I cant understand why but I feel a reminiscence of it, Garland.. middle, school? I guess if this place is abandoned it should have some supplies and resources, its so withered and looks unsafe.” *You break in through a class window that views outside.. and strip the classrooms inside the school from basic supplies they have to make things for yourself..* *You decide that you want to explore the city some more, and wander down a road named Redwood Dr. ...* “You know, I remember it now, I lived on Redwood drive, and my house was really close to Garland Middle.” “There it is, my house.” *You decide to break in to your old house, as the front door is broken down and easy to get through, you make your way through your old room and look through past things you had as a child. After looking at your old house you wander into your **-mothers-** old room. and search through the dressers and nightstands* *You search through and find a bunch of books, papers, and documents, they are all under the name of Jessica Norman* “I wonder who this Jessica Norman person is, seems familiar though.” *You leave your childhood home* “Such a nice house that went abandoned because of the plague, I wonder who the family was that lived there, I have never seen this Redwood drive area before nor this city. This city seems a little vague and familiar but I know I have never been here in my life.” “Nice little school over here, I wonder what it was like to go there, I think I should go strip it.” “I wonder if my mom is still alive.” *Without even realizing it your dementia is slowly rotting your brain and chipping your present knowledge and memories away, and you cant do anything to stop it but remind yourself that you have to survive. Your conscious tells you to remember everything and stop, while your brain comes to a close, and slowly rots. A cycle that continues until you die, like a shroud of smoke, everything disappears as more comes in, shrouding you and suffocating you.*
@@kristian1415 Can you send in discord, or google drive ;D, or give me a link to download from Mediafire, or google drive. I want to here original of this song
if you got abandoned by an old friend on any plataform like xbox,ps1,2,3,4,or a pc. Don'tcha worry! maybe they is living a happy life with a happy family, his sons or daughthers, and her husband or wife! They're are probably working hard so he can get something for their family, like a new house or a new console! and they will remember you no matter what, you and they will get back in any time, just wait that moment, and enjoy it with all your life... But if your friend had died because a terrible disease, don't worry, they will be in heaven,being happy that you are still remembering him. they will always watch you and his family in the other life, you need to be happy because you knowed him before he died! Don't blame yourself because of it, it wasn't your fault. It just happened. An accident. Even if you forget them, you will be happy with the memories. Right Maizennutria88? please forgive me....
There’s no telling of time, how long you’ve been walking. Seems like forever, yet the sun is nearly setting. You are greeted by a city in the distance. You go further into the land. It also seems like the city hasn’t been visited in a long time. Though, this area feels more familiar than the rest. Something about this place makes you dig deeper into your brain. You continue to walk on the cracked road. Then a faint lullaby comes to play in the distance. Everything comes back to you about this place. You drift off to a memory. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- You walk down the sidewalk, with two adults side by side. They look so cheerful and seem to be talking to you. You can’t make out what they’re saying, the conversation is muffled. Vehicles are speeding through, on the road. Many people nearby are heading to their destination. Some children on the other side of the street are waving at you. So, you decide to do the same. Maybe they’re your friends? All three of you arrive at your destination. A small wood terraced house, painted in white. You knock on the door, and wait for an answer. The door opens widely, finding a elderly woman inside. “Aw, look at you, you’ve grown so much,” The woman comments, “Come, come inside.” You enter inside, while the adults communicate outside. The house looks very clean, and comfy. You run to the living room, and leap onto the fabric couch. Television is on, so you start to watch it. Once again, the talking is muffled, you still can’t understand it. The reporter looks very anxious, the news is probably not good. The three enter into the living room, But the two adults wave ‘goodbye’ towards you, before leaving. The old lady moves towards you, holding a present. The present places to the palm of your hands, You rip the tape off, pull the top off the box. You find a console game called ‘Minecraft’; you admire the wonderful gift. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Then, all the surroundings fade away. You’re back in the same abandoned city. All those people are gone by now. Your heart aches at the thought of it, tears forming in your eyes. You sprint to the location of the house, the wind slams against your body. There it is, a lovely home destroyed by the aftermath. You push the overgrown door, it falls to the ground. You walk inside, tons of rubble on the floor; branches spreading on the walls. Take a glance at the television stand, a dusty cover of the game you received a long time ago. Sadly, you can’t play it again, but you put the cover inside your pocket. However, the melodies blasting far away are still going; making you feel at home. It’s getting late, it’s time to go back.
Its been years since I saw the gaze of a human face looking back at me. The closest I can get to feeling any sort of warmth is by staring into the putrid, brown sky and wondering how I got here, on this musty cracked road. I feel as though this is the most at peace I will be for a long time, and accept the grim, bleak future I have on this scorched earth. I wander the empty fields that once housed homes, families, lives, and fall down, not knowing if out of jealousy, or anger, or sadness... All I know is, I have to leave this place...
I can imagine 40 years in the future you find your old Minecraft account, you log on to look at the servers to see if it’s like when you left it, as you click multiplayer you see the server’s with 0 players and it’s just says “could not connect to server”
I cannot remember what I wrote on the original, only that it started with "/time set 2009", and was a story about placing my first blocks, and my journey with the game until 2020. I think I ended it off with the End Poem. So what better to do, than take a blind shot in the dark? ______________________________________________________________________________________ /time set 2009 A young boy was playing with his friend in his own home. Not a friend that visited often, but a friend who always fun to be around, who always had new games to play. He told the boy about a game set in a world of cubes, but the boy took little interest. In time, the boy forgot about his friend's words, and years past. /time set 2011 As usual on a summer's day, the boy was talking to another friend. They were taking turns to lead in various games - some physical, some played on consoles, and some on an old computer. The friend asks "do you have java?" and the boy responds "I think so." So his friend takes him to a website, a site with a video titled "This Is Minecraft". The boy thought little of the game at first, laughing at the idea of a world of cubes holding any real interest. But still, some time afterwards, he would ask his father for the game. /gamemode Survival Around the boy was a new world, one of his own creation. Armed with a little knowledge of his suroundings, gleaned from various videos across RUclips, the boy began to wander from the beach he arrived on. In the distance, he saw a hill, and wished to claim it as his home. A moment after punching down his first log, he took an action he though would have very little meaning - he placed his first block, a single cube of dirt that would become the foundation of his first ever home. As he progressed slowly, often losing his way or belongings to the mysterious world he had stepped into, he began to find more resources. Lapis lazuli, redstone, iron. And soon, that cliff became his home - a home he named Hillside House. It was nothing more than a cube hollowed into the hill, with a window overlooking the beach where he first stood. What became of this world is something I do not truly know. /time set 2012 The boy, having created countless worlds, progressed a little further in each. His creations began to look like more than crude pillars and sheer walls, his lives began to last longer than a few days, his mines deeper than a few dozen blocks. Without knowing it, he was growing - becoming a little more adventurous, taking more and more steps into the unknown around him. The fog that had once restricted him was slowly receding away, revealing ever more of the infinite worlds the he travelled without thought. /time set 2013 The boy, now a teenager, left his world of cubes to hang out with his new highschool friends. They didn't play with blocks, they played with guns, with loud music, with army men and gangs. Their games were so different, but the teenager played anyway. He forgot his world of cubes, until one day, he decided to buy the game again when a friend invited him into his world. This world was outdated, full of older blocks and forgotten terrain. But still, the boy knew what he had to do. He set out from the field he arrived in, and began to punch a nearby tree. Without realising, he once again created a home overlooking the area he had first arrived into. But this time, he had a friend with him, and the world became like a second home to the boy. Their village grew, forests were felled, houses build, contraptions engineered and other realms explored. Everything seemed perfect, but nothing lasts. /time set 2015 For the first time in years, the teenager sat in front of a home computer. Having finally got one of his own, he began to install various games he enjoyed - a game about a snowy wilderness filled with magic and dragons, a game about an island where he would become a hero and prevail over threat after threat, and of course, the game whose world was made of cubes. He played again, but this time he played differently. The game's focus had changed, to him - he wanted to do the things he saw popular people do. Where he once built houses, he fought others on tiny islands. Where he once walked across hills and plains, he now jumped across man-made gaps in competitions. Where he once saw beauty in nature, he now only saw undeveloped land, in need of improvement. He met a friend, and together they played under these new rules. A bond formed, but was severed when the friend's life was taken by their own hand. The teenager ran from the world of cubes, sure he would never return. /time set ???? Once upon a time, there was a player. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Let's go back. /time set 2017 A young man was talking to his friend from his own home. Not a friend he visited often, but a friend who was always fun to be around, who always had new games to play. He told the man about a game set in a world of cubes, but the man took little interest. In time, that world had lost meaning to him. /time set 2019 As usual on a winter's evenging, the man was talking to his friend online. They were taking turns to lead in various topics - some serious, some related to their time in college, and some about the games they enjoyed. The friend asks "Do you have Minecraft?" and the man responds "Yeah, but I've not played in years." The man thought little of his chances of returning at first, melancholy at the thought of his lost friend. But still, sometime afterwards, he would ask if he could join. /gamemode ???? "And the universe said you have played the game well." "And the universe said you are stronger than you know." "And the universe said you are the daylight." "And the universe said you are the night." "And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you". "And the universe said the light you seek is within you." "And the universe said you are not alone." "And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing." "And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code." "And the universe said I love you because you are love." "And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love." "You are the player." "Wake up." _________________________________________________________________________________________ /time set 19/10/2020 Today, reading through my own RUclips page, I saw a comment on my account asking what my original comment on the original video had meant. I reached out to him, but have not yet heard his reply. /gamemode Creative And I am still sorry from the bottom of my heart that I could not convince you to stay with us, Emma. May you rest in peace in this world, and live happily in the next. And I suppose, with that, I'm done here. /stop
/time set 2022/05/11 I'm back here again. Not that I have any reason to be, but I just felt that this is where I should be right now. I'm typing as I think, nothing planned ahead. Just myself, a blank canvas, and a way to interact with it. Not all that dissimilar from a certain world that's been around for over half my life now. I guess I'm just archiving for the sake of archiving. Hoping that one day, someone will read this and know that a least one person has made a stand against our tendancy to forget things, places, words, worlds and friends. Let's see, what's gone on recently that's worth any attention. I could talk about my personal life, but that's too close to the likes of social media. And I doubt any would be interested in my hobbies, so I suppose I'll talk about that boy who became a man, surrounded by cubes. Or rather, a few things about my personal story with Minecraft. I think, the point I was trying to get across is how I've grown alongside the game. As a kid, I wasn't interested in the slightest, until I discovered a world of adventure with no real rules or goals. Growing up, I treated Minecraft less as an experience and more as a game, something with set rules and end points. I think many like me swapped to the "popular" way of playing, and that's what lost my interest. Over a decade later, I'm finally starting to realise what Minecraft actually is to me. Not a game, nor an experience, but a medium. Where I grew with it, it grew with me. Year by year, update by update. And every time I left for a long period and came back, I was faced with a world I hardly recognised. But that world was faced with a player it would hardly recognise, as each time my approach to it was different. When I play now, I get a very different sense compared to what I did all that time ago. In place of wonder and amazement, I get a melancholy feeling of both familiarity and disassociation. It's a very relaxing feeling where hours can go by in seconds. I know the workings of that world, and there's little else for me to discover save for variations on what I've already explored. But that makes it all so familiar, like I can create a fresh world at any moment and immediately feel like I'm in a place I've known all my life. But in the back of my mind, I still expect to see the 2011 terrain generation looming from the fog that was once so dense. It's all been revealed, the render distance increased and the wonder of what comes next replaced with material interest in biomes on the horizon. I still explore for the reasons I once did, but now... well. I can't put it into words that elegantly. I'll try. As a kid, the fog was literally close in to me as my PC was terrible. What that meant was I could never see far - I always knew there was something beyond the mist, but despite the biome variation being tiny back then, it always felt like it was going to be something wonderful. These days, the biomes I envisioned in my mind are actually there, but as the fog rolls back to reveal what I once sought, it steals the bewilderment I used to feel. I've met people playing through Minecraft, and met Minecraft again and again through people. Many would take a world without goal, reason or rhyme as a blank slate to explore and paint as I used to, but now it's all just a question that I know the answer to. I hate the answer, and that's why I fight it every single day. "Will I forget?" "Yes." It terrifies me. I want that sense of wonder again, but I doubt I'll ever get to experience it. Games are too mechanical, life too menial. Books can be skipped, film can be predicted. Somwhere out there is another medium that will bring back that wonder, where the rules are so ill defined and the goals so open-ended that I can't just apply logic and "solve" any mystery before I can enjoy it. Something I can create, shape, explore, and share. With a sense of danger, never knowing what comes next or how things will end up. Somewhere where I won't explore fast, but take my time to get familiar with my surroundings before delving more than a few dozen blocks deep. Perhaps the boy never became a man, but will when he finds the answer he's looking for. When he, when I, find something so wonderous that my only fear is forgetting it. Hmm. I didn't mean to go in that direction, but in the spirit of typing what I feel and think, I'll keep it. I've remembered what I typed about originally.
/time set 2022/05/11, just after sending my last comment. I have remembered what my comment on the original was, and what it meant. It was a walk, or a slow flight, through a Minecraft world. From the first block you broke, up until the time you logged off and forgot, and rediscovering that world years later. It started in a thick fog with simple colours, slowly building up to your greatest accomplishments in the modern game. Along the way, you relived every moment, every conversation, every up and down you had felt that was even slightly related to the game. But there was a catch. When you looked back, all you saw was fog. And you couldn't move back, either. Everything was remembered perfectly in the present, and arranged in order in the future, but there was no past to these memories. It means that all our memories are subject to entropy. The simple act of recalling these memories distorts them, and in time, they'll fade to nothing. And not just memories of Minecraft, either. It's my biggest regret, failing to remember my childhood. But my lucid memories of Minecraft do nothing but taunt me - how is it I remember what happened in 2009, but can't remember the voice of my own late grandmother? The distortion of my own memories terrifies me. As for why I wrote the comment, it's because I wanted to make a point. The present is precious, and we lose it every second. And even if we remember, can we really be sure we're remembering, or just filling in the blanks? I may come back here one day. If my memory of this place hasn't faded, if this place still exists. /stop
/time set 2022/07/15 Not sure what started the chain of events that put me here again, but here I am. My mind's pretty empty right now as I sit here wishing the next hour or so of my life away. I can't help but wonder if I made a mistake somewhere, or if this is just how my night was going to go anyway. I think it's been months since I left my partner - not that we were really "together" to begin with, being on different continents. Just a while longer and it'd be the 10th anniversay of us "meeting", but I suppose that's just a sign that nothing would have come from us. I hope she's doing ok. I wonder what the city in the picture was like before it was abandoned. Who walked the streets, who worked in the shops, and who watched everyday life unfold from the windows? There's still hints of how things were, probably. Hidden inside houses, or sprayed onto walls. Dusty pictures of people long since forgotten, and names not spoken for years. I've heard a saying that people die three times - once when their body dies, once again when the last person to know them forgets them, and finally when their name is spoken for the last time. Sometimes, I'll wander into a graveyard and speak the names on the oldest headstones I can find, just to bring that person back into the world for a moment. Some of them are too degraded to read, or outright destroyed, with their owners gone for good. There's one I hope I never find, of someone who was lost to us years ago. I couldn't face bringing her back anymore, as much as I wish I could. I let her down, and I know she hated me for it. I know I made a mistake there, and that with the right words she'd still be with us. It feels good in some capacity to shout that into the ether, in a place where only a few people will find it. Like writing a confession on paper and burying it in a jar. When someone reads it, it brings long-forgotten truths back into the world for a moment. I'm being called. Maybe I'll come back here, if my mood ever takes me to this city once again.
So for people who are just finding this video, the old one had tons of stories that various people wrote to go along with this. I’m really happy to see some people starting it already. Here is mine. (Also I’m writing this from my phone so I can’t hit enter): You can’t remember how long you have had that band on your wrist. Could be days, could be years. It doesn’t really make a difference at this point. It’s not stuck; you choose to keep it. You aren’t really sure why. The red markings have almost totally rubbed off the silver clasp, giving you a faint feeling of comfort. You don’t even remember what it did, or what it was for. * * * You have to keep moving. Hopefully someone will find you eventually. You look up around you at all of the decaying buildings; mere husks of what they once were, so long ago. As are you. The place was abandoned long ago, beyond any conceivable period of time. You observe the many speakers lining the streets, wondering what they once played. Then you here hear it. A soft, faint few notes. Although you are sure you haven’t heard it before, it feels familiar. But then, all at once, it hits you. Memories come flooding in to your mind, almost as if they had always been there; and yet maybe they had. Waves of nostalgia crash over you, and you have the sudden urge to cry. But the tears won’t come. They left long ago. Now you recall the significance of that band. It was a gift from a friend. Maybe the game was a gift, too. The music gets louder, and you think of it as a sort of lullaby. You wonder where it comes from, where the signal originated. But it doesn’t matter. Now you are at peace. Now, you can let go.
When you wish you could go back... When you feel lonely again that you can't have what you used to... Don't give up, keep going, forge new moments like that and cherish them.
You have decided to load an old Minecraft world. Your old server to be exact. You have decided to save the world, you know, just to archive it. You load it. You look around. You see a city, built from many materials. From stone slabs and wood, all the way to newer materials and blocks. Some houses and buildings are incomplete. Your memories hit you like a bullet. You remember your friends living and building this city. All the time you spent there together. The friendships breaking and getting restored, the building being griefed and rebuilt. All the incredible stories that took place here. You remember, how skipped school many times, just to play. Some of your co-players were from a diffrent city. You remember as some people stood here for long, and some left after some time. You see all the animals abandoned. You see all your friends' pets. Waiting for them to come back. A tear rolls on your cheek
It’s been 20 years since your beautiful game was destroyed by Fortnite and everyone is living in Fortnite now your the only true Minecrafter left and the game has lost tons of it glory thanks to updates so you live in your old world in your old dad’s iPad you played with when you were little and you hear this song and then a bunch of nostalgia hits you but then you feel a beautiful feeling you haven’t felt in years...Happiness you see the sunset in your old world and your no longer sad and your suffering is gone now all of a sudden the year is 2012 you found home again and before you sleep you lay in bed at the end of the day knowing the glory you achieved and what the Fortniters are missing out on and you feel special again in years so the next day you decide to finish your childhood home you never got to finish but suddenly your old long lost childhood friends join your game and now your happy together watching captain sparkles, the diamond minecraft and other classic minecraft youtubers and now you and your friends live together and are happy agin the end (Edit) all of a sudden Fortnite has lost it’s power and now your world is full of people feeling nostalgia so mankind has returned to its former glory no more suffering no more corruptions and everything is just right you don’t feel sad you’re happy now and so is everyone else except for Karens and the people that messed up our glorious world (they went lived in Fortnite for everything they did so now everything is right again)
92 months. This place . . . It's old. I dare say haunted. Skeletons, Spiders, Zombies . . . Not even creepers. It's all gone. They all left. After I arrived. I took everything. I was shrieking so, so loud. It was terrifying. Then, it just stopped. 92 months since it all just stopped. I haven't seen a shred of life here. Not even a shred of undead. Ever since I came and made it all wither away. I can't say I dislike it but . . . It's too quiet. I even miss the undead now. Something about putting them to peace gave me peace as well. This place thrived. So many people. We expanded, We built. Now, It's all gone. 92 Months since anything moved. I feel sad that it's all gone. And I am just still. There were people who stood up. It failed. I feel terrible. I feel nothing, actually. But isn't nothingness terrible? I loved seeing them, from far away. But when I approached them . . . It all turned to a dark, lonely place. It has been . . . well. Abandoned. I am the beginning, yet. It feels like I only end. I put an end to all new beginnings. In the end, I wish I was as mighty as a dragon. As tall as a mountain. As kind as nature. Now I just sit and ponder, why the shrieks stopped. Why they didn't come back. Maybe they can't. Maybe there's no new beginnings left, At all? 7 Years. 2798 Days. 67160 Hours. And of course, 92 months. What am I, you ask? Well. I am simply . . . The wither.
As you stare into old collapsing city, you know this place, it was your hometown, it was a normal city, along with every other place before The [CLASSIFIED] event happened, nobody besides you remembers their past, all they remember is their language, writing skills, their name, and basic survival skills, but for some reason you were different, you didn’t forget, you are an A N O M A L Y. You see Your Parents, with people you don’t recognize, you try to talk to them, but they D o n ‘ t R e m e m b e r Y o u . . . You join the group, you try to tell them your past, everyone else besides Your parents doesn’t believe you, Your Parents, seem Like they are thinking something, they try to remember you, they say they think your name is [INSERT YOUR NAME], they know your name, Perhaps There Is Hope Even In A Time Like This. . .
As I listen to this, I can just imagine several iconic or at least well-known Minecraft worlds just falling apart, completely abandoned. Like I can see The Lab just succumbing to the elements, or Stampy's Lovely World just rotting away. The Temple of Notch eroding away, the Minecraft Console Edition Tutorial Worlds crumbling apart. I know, I know, it sounds "silly" but, still. It's kinda terrifying when you think about it, even if it's not even possible for that to happen "naturally". Just, memories of the past fading away.
As they drift forward to that inevitable end, they all laid upon a wish.. "We wish, for a world with peace. No war, no bloodshed, no violence. A world where no one has to suffer." Unfortunately for them, however... the wish wasn't granted.
Tera... It's real... The legends of great and terrible things are true... There was a time before red skies, before potatoes and dust... The time of darkness... It's all ruins now, but maybe it can be reclaimed... 517 years after it's abandoned the first life on the irradiated planet places a flag on top of the old capital building, once the hub of the unspeakable empire. Now the dome is cracked, the windows shattered, and the banners burnt. Your geiger counter starts warning you of high radiation, but you keep pushing, you want the truth, suddenly a song from all the speakers in the city, a slow beautiful song. But the radiation levels are too high for any humans without equipment. But the radiation is the key. Dislodged particles, blips in code, failures to repair has lead robots designed to kill and spy to develop into something unrecognizable. These are robots that can think. They can feel. They can care. And they can dream. Suddenly chemicals envelope you, you hear voices telling you to stop, but it's too late. You dream you are in a world of blocks, where death is a temporary inconvenience. You live in an empty lonely but kind world. At first you die. But they you learn. A deep intuition teaches you how to craft. Smelt explore. You dreamed you were sleeping. You dreamed you were awake. You dreamed the universe loved you, and the universe was kind. Sometimes, you dreamt you were reading words, on a screen, and you dreamed you were not a starving martian on the brink of death, but a child in a world of color and beauty. Sometimes you dreamed you were the player. You are the player. Wake up.
![I.N "HALLUCINATION" | [Stray Kids : SKZ-PLAYER]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/n5B5q1Hwt_U/mqdefault.jpg)
I'm going to miss all of the stories, all of the lore of the abandoned city on the original video that got deleted
i actually wrote one! it genuinely took forever for me to write, maybe over an hour lmao
i'm gonna miss the stories too :(
@@mileskimasktheslumpgod I wrote one as well, and though it took only about 15 minutes, I was pretty proud of what I'd written.
Which brings up the question: how about starting it again?
@@omen2332
that actually sounds like a pretty sweet idea! we should totally do it lmao
PLEASE BRING IT BACK IT WAS SO INTERESTING
Mia Kamradt YES DO MORE IT WAS HELLA INTERESING
I remember when I first found this video around 2019. Now here I am back to listen for more.
I found it about a year or two ago. I’m thinking about using this video to make a 10 hr version. I’m going to see if I can get the RUclips channel’s permission first though since he is the one who came up with this version.
*It's been 17 years since the Great Pandemic*
add to this story idea plssss
It’s been 17 years since the Great Pandemic.
I remember when it began; when our homes became the lifeline through which we could do naught but wait; when the very connections that made humanity something more than a collection of individuals were tested, like a great wave threatening a skyscraper.
Alternatively:
It’s been 17 years since the Great Pandemic.
Sometimes I can still see the scars; beautiful, painful scars.
@@cattyclove Today changed. The world began to become more agressive 6 years ago. We had to shoot our neighbors. They were infected.
I was the only survivor in Lakeview Street.
Millitary forces got in at 2033. Some set up zones. Some fought off these ‘zombies.’
Nobody rescued us.
The Millitary promised they’d protect us.
They left us. The cities are abandoned. Everyone I know is dead or infected.
I left the city.
Where am I now?
*Home.*
BRUH Mr mann. That's deep
this song is the embodiment of loneliness and sadness.
it feels like a reminder of what was, the good, the bad, and everything in between.
despite hearing this few times in actual Minecraft or outside of it it has a sense of nastolgia, a sense if mystery.
what it personally reminds me of is when I was a kid, happy playing only Minecraft, when I didn't need to care about anything when it was so simple, and the sense of nastolgia kicks in here with the deserted and forgotten sound of the song itself.
all I can think of when I hear this is "I wish I could go back"
you wrote this perfectly, that's exactly how i feel when listening to this too
Welp at least you got "loneliness" right and its also how I feel listening to this.
this reminds me of when there was a tutorial you could play and when i discovered the church in it :')
I still own my tutorial world from over 4 years ago. Almost all of the buildings were either militarised by my friends or destroyed by my friends during 2016-17. For some people, I'm the missing friend. I still go onto the world once every few months, and my friends have almost joined a few times.
@@wisestminer555 F
@wisestminer555 woa..
I need to stay awake. Every time I drift off I can feel myself begin to dream. The day that I'm alone. Walking some old road in a forgotten city with the loudest silence you've ever heard. No wind, no people, no animals, not even the sound of your footsteps seems to get far. The eeriness of silence creeps up on you until its wormed into my ears and the subtle sense of doom forms at the back of my mind. I look up at the rusted skyscrapers painted against a clear blue sky. There's something about them that feels familiar. Maybe it's the rust or the architecture. In the distance - clouds. A beautiful light blue sky with streaks of a setting sun casting a fading glow on the once proud buildings. Looking down there are trees so it seems there's still some kind of life here. And that bridge up ahead. Where have you seen it before? Remember. Remember what it was like before - before it all went to hell. Before the war. Before the government failed. Before school was cancelled. Before you never got to see your crush for the last time. Before you knew your mom was sick. Before you were. Before you knew what sadness, depression, loss, and pain were. Before you were awake. Its cruel isn't it? To be born with such innocence and purity for it to be slowly destroyed right before your eyes. To be burdened with all the world's politics, morals, news, and savagery. When you were just a young adult sitting in your room listening to a melancholy version of a song you had heard countless times before. The anthem of your childhood. Listening to a sad version of a sad song thinking about times when you were very and truly happy. The time when you didn't make your mom cry because you yell at her and the biggest problems were who was the fastest on the playground. Back when you noticed when the birds were chirping and when waking up at 6 in the morning on a Saturday was the best thing ever. And now you're here. Listening to a corrupted version of a song which stabbed us right through the soul and left its mark on us as some of the best moments in our lives. Just like how our lives have been corrupted. We are in high school. The best parts of our lives. But it's not. It is nothing like what people said it would be, or what the movies showed us it was. We've been lied to, betrayed by the people who want to be progressive and make our lives better. We are miserable and we come to music like this in order to tailor it to our current situation in order to help us remember and apply those feelings to now. What is the meaning of all anyway? I so desperately want there to be one but every time I try I can’t find one that satisfies me. And the idea that you create your own meaning seems like a cop out to me. I am so tired. Tired of having to care about so much and not have any of it mean much to anybody else at all. I do not want to dream anymore. I don't want to be baited and teased with good memories and ideas when there is no good left anymore. But I'm dozing and I can't stop.
Omg wow this is literal art. Your words are beautiful and so true. Thank you for expressing what i feel into words
You should be a writer,this is a literal masterpiece
wow thats... thats amazing
GIVE THIS MAN/WOMAN A RAISE
Woah...
Although I like depressing stuff, I also like how 4:00 starts to sound a little hopeful, like there is still beauty in the world even if it's tired, empty, and lonely. It only feels dead. It rots from the inside and there is no personality, but it still holds up. It still goes on with good things frozen in time: photos, music, and even if our loved ones pass on, family is a concept, a feeling, that doesn't rot or rust. Beauty is something you find, it isn't just there.
How long have I carried you now?
Days? Weeks?
You stopped talking some time ago. I tried not to notice, but I did.
I dare not look down; for the abyss of your gaze is one I would have no choice but to dive in.
Are you looking at me? From my arms or from somewhere else, are you looking? I swear I can almost feel your eyes upon me, a presence lingering in my periphery only noticed by the earliest primal senses.
Or it could be my imagination, a figment created to distract from the obvious, the fact I do desperately try to avoid. We must all go quiet some day, but not you, you are just tired.
Tired.
I am so very tired.
I wish I could stop walking but I see nowhere comfortable to sit, no chairs, no stools not even a stump.
All is barren, another fact I wish to avoid, but alas my vision proves this just from its basic function.
There is nothing.
Down to the dirt.
The birds haven’t chirped and the bees haven’t buzzed for longer than I care to remember.
From before I met you.
Yet though the earth is barren, the sky as always, isn’t. Billions of sparkling lights incomprehensible distances away. Many may be dead already as their light reaches us.
See the constellations and wonder if there is a god, see what the universe is. See that we did nothing wrong, as somewhere out there we can be seen by someone else. And I hope our earlier light reaches them. I hope they see just how well we did till this point.
But now the sky brightens, a dull blue washing over like rising water, the abyss becoming darker and darker while the water takes its own colour.
I think it’s time we watch the sun rise, don’t you?
And with the thought my legs sink from beneath me, my arms, jelly. And without looking I lay you down next to me on the cold, hard dirt.
You know I think I remember this view, I think we’ve been here before.
I hope so, the familiarity is the closest thing to home we have at the moment.
Look at the mountains around us, the grandeur of the monoliths that stood before the end and even after it. There may be no life but the earth still exists.
I hope this is the same place.
It’s been so long since I have been here.
As the sky becomes lighter so do I.
I suppose it is time to lie down.
And so I lie next to you, I dare not to look at the abyss.
But I do.
And you are beautiful.
Beyond my broadest imaginings you are still the most beautiful.
As the sun rises and my skin burns I remember the words you said the last time we were here.
The words ended my life, and rebirthed it all at once.
I love you.
Damn...
😔
You know, that really hurts, man
And here we see an english major. Damn though. How did you write this?
Zokorox [8B8T.xyz] thats honestly one of my favourite comments of all time because I am actually home-schooled. Also I kinda just do string-of-thought writing so it was basically just fluid with the song on repeat for inspiration.
Thanks for the re-upload, I was looking for this everywhere
Omfg ikr
Yes tis epic
What happeend to the original?
@@SquidCena it got deleted
When i was younger, me and my friends from middle school had a SMP world to play in. There was a city that had our seperate houses and streets to connect to each other. The lights were made with burning netherack. The streets were made with gravel. The houses were made of wood and wool. It was a nice server to connect and, not only play minecraft, but to also socialise in. We would talk about homework needed to be completed, our middle school crushes, and even friends who we would invite to the server.
That was about 8 years ago, back in 2012. A few of those people are in good places in the world. One of my friends went on into their next chapters in life. He got married and theyre thinking about having a child. Another one of my friends are in the process of getting a Doctorate Degree in university. Im very proud of them.
However, not every story is a happy one. One of my friends moved across the country and i havent heard from him since. Another one of my friends went to prison.
And lastly, the two saddest ones. One of them is missing and it seems they will never find him. And, one of my greatest friends, is no longer with us. I think he committed suicide when i was in high school.
But I wonder if I could go back to experience this server one more time, if things could be different. And if things would be better.
Moral of the story is: Never take friendships for granted. And always remember, nothing lasts forever. Ive learned the hard way.
jesus christ this is bleak, hope you're taking it easy, my friend.
The original got deleted because of monetization,the original uploader had some problems with this so he just deleted the original,he uploaded another version 5 days ago but its not the same pitch and speed.
Yeah, it's really a shitty move but understandable if they were running out of money in real life.
@@sirgrem2988 well i dont think he ever did money on this because the music wasn't created by him,but there is some chances that the youtube bot didn't detected the music,and by the time,he earned some money out of it,until the creator found out and striked the video (or just asked for demonetization)
@@Nebu3 nah the copyright was "Remember? (Nightime Burnout Remix)" which is a remix which contains minecraft ost and it's honestly such a massive dick move to copyright it
Where’s the W new one
I can still remember my world on my PS3 waiting sitting their while I cry to go back to the day I first got Minecraft for ps3 it was truly a great experience thank you
_After years of staying away from Minecraft, you finally return to the multiplayer server you and your friends used to go on all the time_
. . .
*The only things left on the server are remnants of buildings, which have been griefed and destroyed throughout the server's inactivity.*
*The City, one of the central parts of the server, has been reduced to rubble. Many of the buildings which you and your friends worked on are gone. There's nothing but the frames and bare skeleton of skyscrapers. Giant holes in the sides of shops and schools.*
_You press TAB to see if anybody is on the server with you. . ._
*_But nobody's here._*
I know it's late, but tell me
What happens next.
@@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc they all died the end
@@TheodoresTomfooleries Damn. That was quick
@@TheodoresTomfooleries But for some hope, they might as well be in heaven playing minecraft with each other.
thank you very much for this now everyone can be happy and listen to the original
oh hi angel craig! ur cool
@@gyuuipa5166 hello and thank you
Hey dude! Thanks a lot for this masterpiece
@@chumpchange3326 np
Everyone else has moved on.
I walk out into my simple wheat field. Harvesting, replanting, retilling soil trampled by drowned exiting the river in the night.
I return to my house, a simple crumbling tower built at the time to imply a grander story, now just reflecting the state of this once shared realm. I craft my bread, stash the extra seeds haphazardly in a chest, I've never been much for organization.
I can see the silent base, made by an old friend ive lost contact with after highschool, from my window as I top off my food bar.
I go mining for hours, making sure I have more diamonds than anyone else.
But really, I'm just hoping that today, of all days, maybe someone else will join the game.
Lmao the old one got abandoned
LMAO 💀💀
Ironic
Lol
:,(
100th like👌🏼
I saved one of the comments from the old video, which I thought was interesting. Don't remember who made it, but here's what I could salvage:
You've been walking for quite some time now. Days? Weeks? Barely even matters anymore. Just you, wandering through the long destroyed city of ██████. You're fairly certain this was your home town, actually. You even recognize a few buildings, like that old cafe you and your pals would hang out at during the weekend, or the school you went to for a year before get transferred.
There's still those giant loudspeakers on nearly every street. Government installed them to warn the populace of the raids. Not that they would do much good, mind you. By the time the speakers started up, half the city was usually in ruins by then. Still, they insisted on building them all over. You always wondered why the people fighting them didn't get that money, but it's not like that would have stopped 'em.
You stop by an old park and set up camp there. Twilight is upon you, and who knows if they'll come for you again tonight. You lie down, and close your eyes. You can't sleep, but just laying down is more comfort then most people get these days. If there are people these days.
The speakers start making noise. Probably just an automated message. But you don't recall machines sending out messages on them. The static continues for a minute or two, and then you hear a tune. You remember this music back when you where a kid, playing some sandbox game on your parent's PC. What was it? "Miner Raft"? "Minecraft"? Yeah, Minecraft sounds right enough.
At first, you just sit there, enjoying the music. Nostalgia hits you, but not like a hard punch that makes you cry. Crying attracts attention, anyways. It's more of just a montage of memories that make you smile. But, considering your circumstances, you don't smile too hard. And then common sense hits you like a metal pipe clashing against your skull. The loudspeakers are transmitting something. There is a PERSON transmitting this music, right in the city's military radio station.
You run. You were never a very social person, but it's been a long time since you've even remembered another person. It could have been a few months, or you could have been living like this for decades. Doubt starts to rush through your head. What if this is one of them? What if it's a bandit who's just playing this to get attention? What if they're dead by the time you get there?
You don't consider these scenarios. By now, you've already reached the bunker where this person is transmitting the music. All that's left between you and what may be the only other human left on Earth is just an unlocked steel door.
You open the door.
Ahhh man, this one was sooo good! I really hope we can build some of the stories back up. Im about o contribute one right now.
Yes, I remember this story too, if I believe so I think it was the top comment and even got a heart from the creator of the original video.
BlitZAtom Where is part 2?
@@DJAyt69 I don't know, there wasn't one in the original comment
BlitZAtom You inspired me to write my own poem
It’s been 20 years since your beautiful game was destroyed by Fortnite and everyone is living in Fortnite now your the only true Minecrafter left and the game has lost tons of it glory thanks to updates so you live in your old world in your old dad’s iPad you played with when you were little and you hear this song and then a bunch of nostalgia hits you but then you feel a beautiful feeling you haven’t felt in years...Happiness you see the sunset in your old world and your no longer sad and your suffering is gone now all of a sudden the year is 2012 you found home again and before you sleep you lay in bed at the end of the day knowing the glory you achieved and what the Fortniters are missing out on and you feel special again in years so the next day you decide to finish your childhood home you never got to finish but suddenly your old long lost childhood friends join your game and now your happy together watching captain sparkles, the diamond minecraft and other classic minecraft youtubers and now you and your friends live together and are happy agin the end
(Edit) all of a sudden Fortnite has lost it’s power and now your world is full of people feeling nostalgia so mankind has returned to its former glory no more suffering no more corruptions and everything is just right you don’t feel sad you’re happy now and so is everyone else except for Karens and the people that messed up our glorious world (they went to hell for everything they did so now everything is right again)
Walking through the streets of an abandoned city, hoping to find people, food and water. But there is no one left except you, and the city's speakers are playing this song with their last battery before they go silent forever..
A melancholy dream
iirc, the reply thread for this comment continued the story ending with the main character finding another man who kept the music going for other potential survivors.
im glad this video is still here
I bookmarked the deleted video so I could find it easily again but just noticed it was gone... But then found this, so thank you! :D
wait... can u gimme the link?
I dounloaded it long time ago
I still have it
@@LateNightblueflames I know it's late, but can you give the link?
Whats the link so I can put it in the wayback machine.
If anyone is wondering where the picture is from: It's from a product on a 3D Model website. 3drt.com/store/environments/megacity-construction-kit.html It's the 31st picture :)
Thanks dude I thought it was from some early 2000s post-apocalyptic game
You hear the soft synth keys as the speakers transmit them. This city. It’s alone. Except for you. You can hear the keys through the speakers although you don’t know where the speakers are. Every single tiny window and building was once inhabited. Nobody knows why or how the city is abandoned, but something to guarantee you chills is the fact that you are the only one in the city.
Whenever I hear this, my mind immediately flips to a liminal space. Anyone else experience this?
i feel like this shit is sort of like after a nuke
@@SouthTea it is....... nuclear fallout has a massive effect on the area. It radiates the whole area till it is nothing but small skeletal remains of once beautiful skyscrapers, and now? Rust covered towers with only so many hazards your body can handle before it succumbs to the damages that are dealt. Trees......oh Lord, the trees.....all that green you see every weekend before having some coffee ☕? G O N E
i think the backrooms
It feels like world after a nuclear fallout
i think of minecraft liminal spaces, like a world built with childhood friends that has long since been abandoned, or an untouched mineshaft deep in a cave, or getting lost in the long corridors of a nether fortress. the old block textures for added nostalgic effect. and finally the realisation that it's just you in a minecraft world that goes on for millions and millions of blocks and that it will never be fully discovered.
“Dad?”
“Yes son?”
“Please could I just have 15 more minutes - 10 more minutes?”
Your father looks at your screen. He sees your half complete house, oak wood walls and cobblestone flooring, with two furnaces and a crafting table nestled in to the corner. He looks as you switch in to third person view, the beard (or smile? you didn’t know) which was now a part of your childhood, with the cyan shirt and the blue jeans.
You pick up your white xbox 360 controller again. You’ll have to charge the batteries tonight - don’t forget. You walk over to your pet dog, named “Grimm” - it wasn’t a skeleton dog like you had hoped for. Nevertheless, he was your pet. You feed him one cooked steak - you always thought he like the cooled food better - recently made in the glowing furnaces in the corner.
The rain slowed outside as dusks watercolor blue washes over the cloudless sky. It was a crisp summer night. School was starting soon; you should really get into the habit of going to bed earlier.
Your dad sits down beside you, and you feel the weight of the couch shift as he leans slightly forward, engaged in the world of blocks and colors as much as you are.
“Your dog, whats his name?” He asks, pointing to the white tamed wolf on the screen, with the traditional red collar. You remind yourself to look for some bonemeal. White suits him.
“Grimm. Its just from a guy I watch online. He makes videos about this game.” You respond, looking at him for a while before opening your oak door, and walking out on to the hill in front of you. To your north, a birch forest, to your west, a huge desert (you found a temple there once)! and to your east and south, a plains biome, with a village, its gravel paths reaching along the lush green grass.
Your dad smiles. “So, whats the objective of this game anyway?”
“Its up to the player to decide. I mean, there is a boss or whatever, but I don’t play with the monsters on. I’m scared they’ll hurt my dog.”
Your dad continues to watch you for a few minutes as you do your simple tasks - farm the wheat, craft the wheat in to bread, do a few simple trade with the villagers. He asks you a few more questions (“What happens if your tools break?” “Can you upgrade your tools?” “Can you give your dog armour?” “Have you shown your mom your house?”)
Soon enough the 10 extra minutes have passed. There is a glimpse of night in the minecraft sky, long shadows being casted from the oak trees that surround your small house.
But night outside has fell long ago. Has it been longer than 10 minutes? You don’t really care. Your father doesn’t mind either.
“As long as you’re in bed early tomorrow.” He says, as he walks upstairs with you, watching you brush your teeth before bed, and giving you a hug, before you dream of your minecraft world, bright, boundless and bountiful.
I got Minecraft the day it came out when I was little. I played it night and day. I listened to Minecraft music. I watched stampy and dan. Sometimes pat and Jen. I played terraria on my iPod. Life was good. Life was simple. Now I come back as a 16 year old young man. And wish, wish that I’d never had grown up. Wished life could have just kept going the way it was. My dad helped me with homework every night. My mom was always kind and calm. We ate supper every night as a happy family. Now I come back years later, sitting on my bed home alone listening to this song. Crying, and wondering.. Where did it all go.
@@HueJascheek we are the same person.
i wish i could go back
Currently sobbing
@@HueJascheek a friend showed me it and it watched dan and stampy man the good old day
This is the subwoofer lullaby that you hear as you drive out of the city and everyone you know is dead
In the echo of silence, I walk
streets once alive with laughter,
now haunted by memories
of voices that drift like ghosts.
Buildings stand, hollow sentinels,
their windows empty eyes
watching over forgotten dreams.
Rust gnaws at metal bones,
the skeletal remains of progress,
now resigned to quiet decay.
I wander through a market square,
where the hum of life once pulsed.
Stalls now vacant,
their wares scattered, lost to time.
I touch a faded sign,
recall the scent of fresh bread,
the chatter of friends meeting.
A swing hangs idle in the park,
chains creaking in the wind.
Children's laughter echoes faintly,
a distant melody in the breeze.
I sit on a bench, carved with initials,
symbols of love, now abandoned.
Sunlight filters through cracked glass,
painting fractured rainbows on the ground.
I close my eyes, embrace the warmth,
a fleeting moment of connection
to a world that was, and will never be.
In this hushed desolation,
every step reverberates with the past.
I am a ghost among ruins,
clinging to fragments of what was,
searching for solace
in the whispers of bygone times.
Not only does this music think of the fun times we had in Minecraft but also makes us remember all the good times we had with people in our lives. The life we used to have as a child. Friends and families who have moved on from your life, the times playing at the beach at a young age with your bestfriends. The times when you were enjoying your ice cream that mom bought for you on a hot summer day as a child. When you used to think that living a young, energetic yet simple life would last forever, thinking that the stresses of being a grown up and being an adult, working 40 hours a week would never come. Back when the world was a colorful place in our innocent little sparking eyes, full of hope and wonder. But here we all are. Growing up hurts. Nostalgia hurts because deep down, we never want to grow up. As our innocence fades, and as the clock rotates forward, the pain grows so much more.
Im about to cry man
I miss the old days when I used to watch Dan the diamond minecart and Stampy, sundee 😢
ooooh those were the days :(
He still plays Minecraft! Dr Tray is still ok! His name is Dantdm!
@@vader9860 i know but now i got stuff to do now
@@dofgsutegzufstedgyditsurco3919 ok
Angels, they were
I find it very comfortable to sit and waiting for something to happen whether it be your final moment or enjoying the things you do when you're in desperation of something.
I love reading through these stories it really fits the mood
Same
damn this got more likes then my reupload
coming back to this tune for second year, it's perfection dude
Seeing the video 2 years old makes the music feel stronger..
I absolutely love how so many people are coming back to make this place lively. I LOVE THIS! KEEP ON GOING, OUR smol COMMUNITY WEEEEE
I just made a reupload myself before stumbling upon this. Thank you, I'm happy to know that I wasn't the only one trying to bring back the original. you even included the original image! I could not find it so I went with a different one. I'm glad to see we didn't lose this masterpiece
The happiness of one’s memory, not ours, not for us. But yet we see it, such music play in way with images displayed for us to watch, for there only lays dread, sadness, loneliness, and nostalgia. It gifts us our forgotten memories, for what we notice around us. We are grateful for it. And if not a happy memory it is, it will be only fear. We think, imagine, remember, the forgotten places and images from reality now only as only evidence of it existing, are its pictures in our minds.
currently listening to this on an old windows xp computer, brings back memories man.
The end of a happy life
How many more series of lives will we go through...?
How many more times would I have died and forced to start anew...?
Thoughts that ran thousands of times before as I wandered around this abandoned city people used to call home...
What was this severs name again?
2b2t...?
Yeah, sounds about right...to me anyway
I kept wandering around to see what might have been even left if this world...seeing older build of destruction that might have been more complex and comprehending than my own builds in general.
Then I saw what was left of my old home. My dog, rose200, wasn’t here..I remembered that she died during a wave of zombies attacked my house, so her grave might be nearby...
I only remember her favorite color being blue. Oh if I wished she could see the blue sky take place in the shining lights of the morning...
I sighed, placing my hands in my pockets
Nope, those days aren’t the same anymore...
I stepped inside, hearing the wood creaking beneath my paw. I saw no life within the house anymore except for the small jingling of my cat’s bell collar...
“Xp?”
I whispered, coming towards the black cat sitting up top of my furnace. I softly pet her, feeling her soft somewhat presentable purring
Then, a loud *slam* came from outside, making me freak out and pull out my sword
I immediately ran outside with no second thought, seeing no one in my way or view.
I couldn’t help but to press the “tab” button that was beside me. I wasn’t sure why it was there, but it allowed me to see the presence of others in the world
....
No ones here other than me...
I heard another slam, making me turn around behind me to see someone in a doge skin with a hula skirt on
I tilted my head before they turned over to me
“Hello? Hello, is that you red?”
The dog person spoke up.
“RedVgaming, is that you?”
“Y-yeah...?”
I stuttered
“Howdy, been a wile since I’ve last seen ya, huh?”
“I....I guess? Who are you..?
The dog raised its paw towards me
“It’s me! PebbleRebel! You remember right? I’m the one who helped you build your whole town here!”
“P-pebble? B-but I saw you die! You never respawned- I thought *he* killed you off”
“He did...he did red...he took our town into ruins...KikiTheComedyKid, Crimzonkiller, Mightyduck, Rachel, MagnusBlock....they all missed you when you stopped coming...when our world was destroyed and rest...”
“I don’t understand, why are you here?!?”
The dog looked behind and away from me, seeing a giant gaping hole where my house originally was
“I have to go now....there taking me away”
“What do you mean *there* taking you away?”
“Your not suppose to be here....goodbye old friend”
Before I could say another word, tnt set off and blew me to smithereens, making the title screen of “you died” pop up, giving me my score as well
All I could do was spectate or leave, not that the spectate button was working anyway
I left, but it pulled up a screen to a white room with a door
I walked up to it, slowly opening the door
*RedVgaming left the sever*
Thank you. I was looking for this today. It magically appeared in my recommended. I couldn't remember the video title but I remember the image!
Putting me in this scenario
I would think of how people felt the need to forget this place, just to leave everything behind, to start completely fresh when they had eerything in the world. It would make me feel left behind
God damn my heart XD
makes me feel happy and sad at the same time. i enjoy coming back to this song ever so often
i still remember the first time i loaded up that tutorial world and rebuilt that dilapidated oak house that would be at the start
that was 7 years ago already
Minecraft truly holds a special place in my heart. when I was around 6-7 I got an Xbox 360 and Minecraft I and my brother fought a lot and Minecraft helped us calm down that was when life was a lot simpler and I didn't really understand what was going on in my life. my parents separated when I 3 years old and my dad was in a bad state for years and when he got the Xbox 360 my life was great now I realize how I should have cherished every moment I cry about my dad every night because of how much I love him I also cry because I want to go back, back to when I could just play Minecraft. I know the smell of cigarettes is not good but there is a certain type of cigarette that reminds of when I was back then, it was a nostalgic smell. I used to play the mashup packs on Minecraft oh good I want to go back. I play Minecraft now it's not the same, I wish time went by slower so I could be there and I wish I knew how much I loved my dad then so I could tell him. almost every day on the bus to school I nearly cry because I listen to Minecraft music. it's hard to explain my level of love for Minecraft but I did my best to try.
I love you dad
You walk through this desolate world, coast to coast, but you do not know why.
You walk the trails of tears from the valleys of the east to the old empire of the west. Yet nothing is heard.
Your feet bleed and ache but you keep walking the trail. You have sufficed through it all.
The blood storms, The dust tornados, the hellfire springing up from the dust, the boiling rivers and oceans, the forming of gourges that sound like a million cries of the suffering and the damned from the dephs of hell. Yet you move on.
Maybe you do it out of hope that there is a flicker of light, somewhere in this desolate wasteland, someone waiting to embrace you and say "welcome home."
or maybe you have gone crazy. Your mind filled with voices of spirits and ancestors of the past, telling you to move on.
But whatever the reason, you push on.
The world has fell into such silence, the only thing you hear is the wind blowing that is leading nowhere and the distant screams of the beasts that feast on the hatred and the disitruction of the world you once called home.
The only things that stand are shells of strongholds, monuments, and towering citadels of years past, before the deluge of fire.
But for some reason or another, you still walk, you partake on this pilgrimage and will for many years to come and you never stop.
You never utter a word, because there are no ears to hear it, but you still speak volumes.
The world may be forever empty, spinning around a star, that falls into the universe and the universe falls into the void, and the void falls into infinity.
But the universe cries out to you "i love you my child" but you cannot hear it.
We are the universe, we have no true physical form, for we are everything, we are the heart beating in your chest, the blood flowing through your fingers, we are you.
You won't understand. It is beyond your own comprehension. A forbidden knowledge that the so called "men of the cloth" once sought out. But this knowledge killed them.
But don't dwell on that, we do not wish to lead you a stray from your path.
But know as the universe, we created you from dirt and the material of life. We formed you in our image. We carried you with such happieness and love.
And now we cry out to you and say "we love you." and we are so sorry you haved suffered so much due to our neglect.
Don't give up, something is waiting for you. But we will not tell what it is.
But for now you can finally rest.
We made a song for you child, listen closely and let it fill you with warmth and comfort, Let it fill you with determination, listen and feel love once again.
Listen to the subwoofer lullaby.
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.
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Hope you all enjoyed my little poem, who ever you are, have a wonderful day, and godspeed to you.
nice
I know it's late, but what's the thing that's at the end of the trail?
@@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc that my friend, is for you to decide. Its your destiny, its your pilgrimage to partake in. And i have faith in you. I may not know you, i may never hug you, but despite that, i love you. You are loved. I belive in you, Godspeed friend.
@@BlaydeIsCrazy ?
That sounds very much similar in style to the End Poem and I love it.
I think about this video every now and then, I'm glad it's here. The vibe it gives off is just uncanny.
This time it was in my recommended
Thank you! I've been looking for this specific video for so long. For whatever reason, the image has such a crazy nostalgic effect on me. It takes me back to the early 2000s, where a scene such as the one shown in the video could easily pass for an out-of-bounds area in some post-apocalyptic video game. My much younger and naiver self thought that these areas went on infinitely and that if you could just somehow get past the invisible barriers, you could just pick a direction and explore them forever.
And that's what Minecraft gave us. An virtually infinite world to just pick a direction and walk. Only limited by our computer specs.
And the best thing Notch, Jeb, and C418 gave us was irreplaceable memory's and a very fitting and nostalgic soundtrack.
when I die I want this to play in my head
I re found this after searching high and low thank you you are a blessing
It’s been 5 years since the deadly outbreak. I roam the desolated streets in fear of the “monsters” that terrorized me. It was 2 years ago the last time I saw one. The city had speakers that protected us. Making loud noises to distract the monsters. For two years this melody has played. It’s burned into my brain, and i’ve grown tired of it. The sky is beautiful in this chilly fall. The streets dirty and beaten. The trees still growing and thriving. I search for my family. It’s been 5 years. They are most likely dead or long gone. I’m the last one in this city. I need to head north. That was where the sanctuary was at the beginning of the outbreak. Food is running short, and I am surprised i’ve even made it this far. I wonder if they can hear this song in the north. Oh who am I kidding i’m wasting time.
*I need to keep moving*
Part 2
@@totalgv9155 There is no one up north. Why was I so foolish to think anyone would still be alive up here. There are bodybags everywhere, and they are all filled with the bodies of the forgotten who have fallen to the virus. The lucky ones have already died. The not so lucky ones have joined those monsters in terrorizing anyone who is unlucky enough to be alive. The last place where anyone else alive could be is Westpoint Mountain. I really hope someone else is out there. I can still here the melodies of the city I once lived in. I’ve lost almost all faith of anyone I knew being alive. I cannot waste another second thinking about this.
*I need to keep moving*
@@igotbanned5697 holy shit dude sorry I never responded my guy I completely forgot about this
@@igotbanned5697 man it’s sucks this comment got very little recognition but it’s ok bro I’m here
@@totalgv9155 Wow it’s been six months. I’ve thought about writing a part 3 to this story, and I might, but I just need to say that I really appreciate you and the recognition you provided to me. It means a lot truly :)
thanks for the reupload bro, heres a sub accompanied with a like
Do you like it.
The snow dancing?
The frequent movement and different patterns?
But they all blow the same direction.
They fall and land, soon to rest with the rest of the snow.
Symbolism that our lives used to be painted on.
Until everyone disappeared.
God...
...
I miss them
Why did they all vanish, 7 billion people, and its just me and you.
...
And now its just me.
Because eventually like every snow storm,
it stops..
I dont like being the last person on this planet, I wish I could go back..
...
...
Im sorry..
This is it,
Our fate..
...
I guess its our time to land..
...
I love you.. goodbye
...
...
...
... (distant gunshot) ...
*Imaginary friend* by me
You wander aimlessly through the abandoned streets of what was once the city you called home. The soft wind toys with the patches of grass growing up through the cracks in the asphalt. No one had known exactly how long it was going to take for the atomic dust to settle, but eventually they ran out of rations and had to send people like you up to the surface. You stop and look to your left.
Before you stands a place familiar and yet foreign. You push on the door with it's cracked glass windows. Inside, memories come flooding back. The torn carpets and chipped checkerboard tile floors. The rusty arcade machines. Light shines in through a large hole in the ceiling, Illuminating the overturned tables and broken chairs, as well as the drawn red curtains of a stage.
You remember this place. From before the war. Before the bombs fell. You and your friends used to stay here all the time, having a childhood you wish you had retained in the years following. You all would play skee ball and shoot basketball hoops. Play rail shooters and claw machines until you ran out of cash. Get up close and personal with the costume characters while your friends would hide from them. In those days, this place was bustling with life. Children laughing. Speakers blaring. A far cry from what it is today.
The sounds of the abandoned city, carried by the wind, find their way to your ears. Wind blowing. The occasional bird chirping. You listen closely and hear the speakers in the establishment, miraculously still working, playing a sad and somber song that you recognize. You contrast the unsettling silence to the deafening noises of this place when you knew it from your younger days. A tear runs down your cheek, for you know that what was once here cannot be reclaimed. After all that's happened, it can't be pieced together. Only fragments of the past remain, disembodied and scattered. You want so much to long for what once was, but you know that it can never be again. You sigh and wipe the tears from your face before venturing deeper into the archaic diner to look for supplies...
(Reposted because reupload)
Here is a poem.
I was born here.
In a long-ago land of shadows and muted sounds
I brushed against the pages of my days,
Partially separated the shadows and sounds.
The world was hot and cold against my cheeks
Within these small structured walls, I learned
While my fancies found wings
And sailed far beyond these walls.
I worshipped here.
The soaring sounds touched God
And He made me a sinner.
I loved here,
And became immortal
For a moment.
I heard the music of life
And I carried the music within me.
In the melted minutes of larger shadows and louder sounds
I sweat cold sweat
I smelled the odors of life
Tasted dirt
Felt pain
And slowly died.
I was buried here
Under the cold clay of a faraway field.
A few unheard words gave my entire life meaning.
Stirring my silent screams even more than before.
The town is gone now
And the treasure of my life is spent
Upon the night winds and the weeds,
And on eternity.
- Perry Eberhart, Ghosts of the Colorado Plains, Swallow Press Books, Athens, Ohio, 1986
Let's relive the old moments of the original video.
Post your stories! Have fun!
thank you for reuploading this
Yknow I listen to this a lot and just wonder what it'd be like to roam that city. No threats, no dangers, just exploring peacefully. What would I find? The remains of tthousands unfortunate enough to waste away? The memories of those left behind? Perhaps pictures of family lives that could have been, but never came to be. Perhaps homes and buildings, torn asunder or just weathered from beatings. History of a long forgotten past, now lost to time. Perhaps the worn asphalt of streets that were once so lively, now lifeless with rusted cars lining the sides. The skyscrapers, unstable and towering over the inner areas of the city. Grass and fauna, left untouched for a long time, running rampant across anything it touches. Power lines, now dormant due to the absence of electricity, and people to provide it.
You come up to a small coffee shop, glass windows shattered. In their place is spiked frames of what is left over. Moving down the street, a boarded up store, of what ourpose you cannot tell. You vaguely make out the word "General" before losing interest and moving on. A hospital, now inactive due to the lack of patients sits in between two medium buildings. You decide to go inside. Skeletons line the floors, some at the desk, others strewn. You wonder what happened to them, and why they just chose to die here, if they had one to begin with. You decide to leave, since it seemed too unnerving ro move forward. And then, in the distance, a sound plays. You dont know what it is, but you run to it. Nobody has been in this city for years, yet plain as day a song of some sort rings out of the silence. You travel far, gliding across asphalt to see the source of the sound: a lonely speaker attatched to a light pole. The enchanting lullaby it plays wills you to sleep...
Anyone else alive?
What happened next?
AWWWW MAN I WROTE A SUPER LONG STORY THING TO GO WIth ThiS VIDEO IN THE COMMENTS THERE,,, total bummer but THANK YOU FOR THIS REUPLOAD AAAH
I’m pretty sure I read that, I can’t remember it exactly but I was playing minecraft and remembered a dope story on a remix of a minecraft song. Came here looking for that and found out the original got deleted 😔.
@@lookboiii2183 dAWWW PSHH
well hopefully everyone who put out stories can rewrite them and put them back in the comments lmao that'd be tight
Alone in the world of my feeling, when a world disappeared, and I remained alone, and I play this song, feeling alone
Walking along the now cracked roads, you stroll through the remains of your old life.
All of the memories come flooding back.
The old noodle shop where you and your friends would visit Friday after school.
The game store where mom bought you your very first console.
The office where your father worked.
All of these locations, memories, and people return.
They’re memories now.
Your friends and family, your colleagues, everyone.
They’re gone.
Since the collapse, life has been tough.
You made it through, though.
You decided to come back one last time, just to see what’s happened to your home, and what you’ve lost.
The sun’s getting low now. You should get going.
What happens next?
I look at the dark city, abandoned. Not as alive it once was before, I miss life, I miss safety, I miss family. Now all gone to dust, I have nowhere to go, I see the jets, and the tanks far by the mountains, another battle? I better get cover, but I choose not, my heart belongs to this city, my birthplace. My life,
I see the jets, dropping dark shapes to the ground, big booms all around me, and one in the city, I close my eyes, taking it in. As the waves hit me.
“I don’t like the night, reminds me of when I was a kid and went to friends houses in my dangerous neighborhood, doesn’t matter to me at all anymore after the plague that stripped the world of its people and resources.”
*You arrive at a.. peculiar, city..*
“I feel like I have been here, I cant grasp it, but it feels so familiar. I don’t know it but I do, I wonder if my *dementia* is making me forget. That rubble that crushed me had to have given me it.”
“I wish my mom was still alive, such a great person in my life after all of my 67 years of living, living in that city sure was grand especially in 2012. I remember that game, Mineshaft, or something.”
*You rest at a bench nearby a school..*
“Something about this city erupts nostalgia, I cant understand why but I feel a reminiscence of it, Garland.. middle, school? I guess if this place is abandoned it should have some supplies and resources, its so withered and looks unsafe.”
*You break in through a class window that views outside.. and strip the classrooms inside the school from basic supplies they have to make things for yourself..*
*You decide that you want to explore the city some more, and wander down a road named Redwood Dr. ...*
“You know, I remember it now, I lived on Redwood drive, and my house was really close to Garland Middle.”
“There it is, my house.”
*You decide to break in to your old house, as the front door is broken down and easy to get through, you make your way through your old room and look through past things you had as a child. After looking at your old house you wander into your **-mothers-** old room. and search through the dressers and nightstands*
*You search through and find a bunch of books, papers, and documents, they are all under the name of Jessica Norman*
“I wonder who this Jessica Norman person is, seems familiar though.”
*You leave your childhood home*
“Such a nice house that went abandoned because of the plague, I wonder who the family was that lived there, I have never seen this Redwood drive area before nor this city. This city seems a little vague and familiar but I know I have never been here in my life.”
“Nice little school over here, I wonder what it was like to go there, I think I should go strip it.”
“I wonder if my mom is still alive.”
*Without even realizing it your dementia is slowly rotting your brain and chipping your present knowledge and memories away, and you cant do anything to stop it but remind yourself that you have to survive. Your conscious tells you to remember everything and stop, while your brain comes to a close, and slowly rots. A cycle that continues until you die, like a shroud of smoke, everything disappears as more comes in, shrouding you and suffocating you.*
Im lucky I downloaded this before it got deleted, else I would have forgotten about it
same, I did a re-upload myself in case this video ever disappears we won't lose this masterpiece of a soundtrack
Can you give me a link for download? Please
@@respectiive I used vidmate for it but I can send the mp3 to you via whatever you feel like
@@kristian1415 Can you send in discord, or google drive ;D, or give me a link to download from Mediafire, or google drive. I want to here original of this song
@@respectiive discord is fine, @kommunistian#4994 is my tag
I feel like if this happened to me, I would do what I learned from Minecraft
if you got abandoned by an old friend on any plataform like xbox,ps1,2,3,4,or a pc.
Don'tcha worry! maybe they is living a happy life with a happy family, his sons or daughthers, and her husband or wife!
They're are probably working hard so he can get something for their family, like a new house or a new console!
and they will remember you no matter what, you and they will get back in any time, just wait that moment, and enjoy it with all your life...
But if your friend had died because a terrible disease, don't worry, they will be in heaven,being happy that you are still remembering him.
they will always watch you and his family in the other life, you need to be happy because you knowed him before he died!
Don't blame yourself because of it, it wasn't your fault. It just happened. An accident.
Even if you forget them, you will be happy with the memories.
Right Maizennutria88?
please forgive me....
When what you cherished no longer exists in your eyes, you'll soar through it all like a ghost, endlessly chasing what is no longer there.
the start of this song gives me such a nostalgic, ethereal and a spacious vibe
this makes me want to cry
I can't tell how valuable this video is. Take care y'all.
There’s no telling of time, how long you’ve been walking.
Seems like forever, yet the sun is nearly setting.
You are greeted by a city in the distance.
You go further into the land.
It also seems like the city hasn’t been visited in a long time.
Though, this area feels more familiar than the rest.
Something about this place makes you dig deeper into your brain.
You continue to walk on the cracked road.
Then a faint lullaby comes to play in the distance.
Everything comes back to you about this place.
You drift off to a memory.
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You walk down the sidewalk, with two adults side by side.
They look so cheerful and seem to be talking to you.
You can’t make out what they’re saying, the conversation is muffled.
Vehicles are speeding through, on the road.
Many people nearby are heading to their destination.
Some children on the other side of the street are waving at you.
So, you decide to do the same. Maybe they’re your friends?
All three of you arrive at your destination.
A small wood terraced house, painted in white.
You knock on the door, and wait for an answer.
The door opens widely, finding a elderly woman inside.
“Aw, look at you, you’ve grown so much,” The woman comments,
“Come, come inside.”
You enter inside, while the adults communicate outside.
The house looks very clean, and comfy.
You run to the living room, and leap onto the fabric couch.
Television is on, so you start to watch it.
Once again, the talking is muffled, you still can’t understand it.
The reporter looks very anxious, the news is probably not good.
The three enter into the living room,
But the two adults wave ‘goodbye’ towards you, before leaving.
The old lady moves towards you, holding a present.
The present places to the palm of your hands,
You rip the tape off, pull the top off the box.
You find a console game called ‘Minecraft’; you admire the wonderful gift.
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Then, all the surroundings fade away.
You’re back in the same abandoned city.
All those people are gone by now.
Your heart aches at the thought of it, tears forming in your eyes.
You sprint to the location of the house, the wind slams against your body.
There it is, a lovely home destroyed by the aftermath.
You push the overgrown door, it falls to the ground.
You walk inside, tons of rubble on the floor; branches spreading on the walls.
Take a glance at the television stand, a dusty cover of the game you received a long time ago.
Sadly, you can’t play it again, but you put the cover inside your pocket.
However, the melodies blasting far away are still going; making you feel at home.
It’s getting late, it’s time to go back.
Fantastic story!
Its been years since I saw the gaze of a human face looking back at me.
The closest I can get to feeling any sort of warmth is by staring into the putrid, brown sky and wondering how I got here, on this musty cracked road.
I feel as though this is the most at peace I will be for a long time, and accept the grim, bleak future I have on this scorched earth.
I wander the empty fields that once housed homes, families, lives, and fall down, not knowing if out of jealousy, or anger, or sadness...
All I know is, I have to leave this place...
When you enter your abandoned world with big city:
I can imagine 40 years in the future you find your old Minecraft account, you log on to look at the servers to see if it’s like when you left it, as you click multiplayer you see the server’s with 0 players and it’s just says “could not connect to server”
Subwoofer-wave.
because of this, ive decide to make a small novel about this, and i have hand wrote it, thanks to this masterpiece of lore
I cannot remember what I wrote on the original, only that it started with "/time set 2009", and was a story about placing my first blocks, and my journey with the game until 2020. I think I ended it off with the End Poem. So what better to do, than take a blind shot in the dark?
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/time set 2009
A young boy was playing with his friend in his own home. Not a friend that visited often, but a friend who always fun to be around, who always had new games to play. He told the boy about a game set in a world of cubes, but the boy took little interest. In time, the boy forgot about his friend's words, and years past.
/time set 2011
As usual on a summer's day, the boy was talking to another friend. They were taking turns to lead in various games - some physical, some played on consoles, and some on an old computer. The friend asks "do you have java?" and the boy responds "I think so." So his friend takes him to a website, a site with a video titled "This Is Minecraft". The boy thought little of the game at first, laughing at the idea of a world of cubes holding any real interest. But still, some time afterwards, he would ask his father for the game.
/gamemode Survival
Around the boy was a new world, one of his own creation. Armed with a little knowledge of his suroundings, gleaned from various videos across RUclips, the boy began to wander from the beach he arrived on. In the distance, he saw a hill, and wished to claim it as his home. A moment after punching down his first log, he took an action he though would have very little meaning - he placed his first block, a single cube of dirt that would become the foundation of his first ever home. As he progressed slowly, often losing his way or belongings to the mysterious world he had stepped into, he began to find more resources. Lapis lazuli, redstone, iron. And soon, that cliff became his home - a home he named Hillside House. It was nothing more than a cube hollowed into the hill, with a window overlooking the beach where he first stood. What became of this world is something I do not truly know.
/time set 2012
The boy, having created countless worlds, progressed a little further in each. His creations began to look like more than crude pillars and sheer walls, his lives began to last longer than a few days, his mines deeper than a few dozen blocks. Without knowing it, he was growing - becoming a little more adventurous, taking more and more steps into the unknown around him. The fog that had once restricted him was slowly receding away, revealing ever more of the infinite worlds the he travelled without thought.
/time set 2013
The boy, now a teenager, left his world of cubes to hang out with his new highschool friends. They didn't play with blocks, they played with guns, with loud music, with army men and gangs. Their games were so different, but the teenager played anyway. He forgot his world of cubes, until one day, he decided to buy the game again when a friend invited him into his world. This world was outdated, full of older blocks and forgotten terrain. But still, the boy knew what he had to do. He set out from the field he arrived in, and began to punch a nearby tree. Without realising, he once again created a home overlooking the area he had first arrived into. But this time, he had a friend with him, and the world became like a second home to the boy. Their village grew, forests were felled, houses build, contraptions engineered and other realms explored. Everything seemed perfect, but nothing lasts.
/time set 2015
For the first time in years, the teenager sat in front of a home computer. Having finally got one of his own, he began to install various games he enjoyed - a game about a snowy wilderness filled with magic and dragons, a game about an island where he would become a hero and prevail over threat after threat, and of course, the game whose world was made of cubes. He played again, but this time he played differently. The game's focus had changed, to him - he wanted to do the things he saw popular people do. Where he once built houses, he fought others on tiny islands. Where he once walked across hills and plains, he now jumped across man-made gaps in competitions. Where he once saw beauty in nature, he now only saw undeveloped land, in need of improvement. He met a friend, and together they played under these new rules. A bond formed, but was severed when the friend's life was taken by their own hand. The teenager ran from the world of cubes, sure he would never return.
/time set ????
Once upon a time, there was a player.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Let's go back.
/time set 2017
A young man was talking to his friend from his own home. Not a friend he visited often, but a friend who was always fun to be around, who always had new games to play. He told the man about a game set in a world of cubes, but the man took little interest. In time, that world had lost meaning to him.
/time set 2019
As usual on a winter's evenging, the man was talking to his friend online. They were taking turns to lead in various topics - some serious, some related to their time in college, and some about the games they enjoyed. The friend asks "Do you have Minecraft?" and the man responds "Yeah, but I've not played in years." The man thought little of his chances of returning at first, melancholy at the thought of his lost friend. But still, sometime afterwards, he would ask if he could join.
/gamemode ????
"And the universe said you have played the game well."
"And the universe said you are stronger than you know."
"And the universe said you are the daylight."
"And the universe said you are the night."
"And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you".
"And the universe said the light you seek is within you."
"And the universe said you are not alone."
"And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing."
"And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code."
"And the universe said I love you because you are love."
"And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love."
"You are the player."
"Wake up."
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/time set 19/10/2020
Today, reading through my own RUclips page, I saw a comment on my account asking what my original comment on the original video had meant. I reached out to him, but have not yet heard his reply.
/gamemode Creative
And I am still sorry from the bottom of my heart that I could not convince you to stay with us, Emma. May you rest in peace in this world, and live happily in the next.
And I suppose, with that, I'm done here.
/stop
nice story. first like xd
@@gyuuipa5166 Woo, ta. I still think I got a lot of it wrong compared to the original one I posted, though.
/time set 2022/05/11
I'm back here again. Not that I have any reason to be, but I just felt that this is where I should be right now. I'm typing as I think, nothing planned ahead. Just myself, a blank canvas, and a way to interact with it. Not all that dissimilar from a certain world that's been around for over half my life now.
I guess I'm just archiving for the sake of archiving. Hoping that one day, someone will read this and know that a least one person has made a stand against our tendancy to forget things, places, words, worlds and friends. Let's see, what's gone on recently that's worth any attention.
I could talk about my personal life, but that's too close to the likes of social media. And I doubt any would be interested in my hobbies, so I suppose I'll talk about that boy who became a man, surrounded by cubes. Or rather, a few things about my personal story with Minecraft.
I think, the point I was trying to get across is how I've grown alongside the game. As a kid, I wasn't interested in the slightest, until I discovered a world of adventure with no real rules or goals. Growing up, I treated Minecraft less as an experience and more as a game, something with set rules and end points. I think many like me swapped to the "popular" way of playing, and that's what lost my interest. Over a decade later, I'm finally starting to realise what Minecraft actually is to me. Not a game, nor an experience, but a medium. Where I grew with it, it grew with me. Year by year, update by update. And every time I left for a long period and came back, I was faced with a world I hardly recognised. But that world was faced with a player it would hardly recognise, as each time my approach to it was different.
When I play now, I get a very different sense compared to what I did all that time ago. In place of wonder and amazement, I get a melancholy feeling of both familiarity and disassociation. It's a very relaxing feeling where hours can go by in seconds. I know the workings of that world, and there's little else for me to discover save for variations on what I've already explored. But that makes it all so familiar, like I can create a fresh world at any moment and immediately feel like I'm in a place I've known all my life. But in the back of my mind, I still expect to see the 2011 terrain generation looming from the fog that was once so dense. It's all been revealed, the render distance increased and the wonder of what comes next replaced with material interest in biomes on the horizon. I still explore for the reasons I once did, but now... well. I can't put it into words that elegantly. I'll try.
As a kid, the fog was literally close in to me as my PC was terrible. What that meant was I could never see far - I always knew there was something beyond the mist, but despite the biome variation being tiny back then, it always felt like it was going to be something wonderful. These days, the biomes I envisioned in my mind are actually there, but as the fog rolls back to reveal what I once sought, it steals the bewilderment I used to feel.
I've met people playing through Minecraft, and met Minecraft again and again through people. Many would take a world without goal, reason or rhyme as a blank slate to explore and paint as I used to, but now it's all just a question that I know the answer to. I hate the answer, and that's why I fight it every single day. "Will I forget?" "Yes." It terrifies me. I want that sense of wonder again, but I doubt I'll ever get to experience it. Games are too mechanical, life too menial. Books can be skipped, film can be predicted. Somwhere out there is another medium that will bring back that wonder, where the rules are so ill defined and the goals so open-ended that I can't just apply logic and "solve" any mystery before I can enjoy it.
Something I can create, shape, explore, and share. With a sense of danger, never knowing what comes next or how things will end up. Somewhere where I won't explore fast, but take my time to get familiar with my surroundings before delving more than a few dozen blocks deep. Perhaps the boy never became a man, but will when he finds the answer he's looking for. When he, when I, find something so wonderous that my only fear is forgetting it.
Hmm. I didn't mean to go in that direction, but in the spirit of typing what I feel and think, I'll keep it.
I've remembered what I typed about originally.
/time set 2022/05/11, just after sending my last comment.
I have remembered what my comment on the original was, and what it meant. It was a walk, or a slow flight, through a Minecraft world. From the first block you broke, up until the time you logged off and forgot, and rediscovering that world years later. It started in a thick fog with simple colours, slowly building up to your greatest accomplishments in the modern game. Along the way, you relived every moment, every conversation, every up and down you had felt that was even slightly related to the game. But there was a catch. When you looked back, all you saw was fog. And you couldn't move back, either. Everything was remembered perfectly in the present, and arranged in order in the future, but there was no past to these memories.
It means that all our memories are subject to entropy. The simple act of recalling these memories distorts them, and in time, they'll fade to nothing. And not just memories of Minecraft, either. It's my biggest regret, failing to remember my childhood. But my lucid memories of Minecraft do nothing but taunt me - how is it I remember what happened in 2009, but can't remember the voice of my own late grandmother? The distortion of my own memories terrifies me.
As for why I wrote the comment, it's because I wanted to make a point. The present is precious, and we lose it every second. And even if we remember, can we really be sure we're remembering, or just filling in the blanks?
I may come back here one day. If my memory of this place hasn't faded, if this place still exists.
/stop
/time set 2022/07/15
Not sure what started the chain of events that put me here again, but here I am. My mind's pretty empty right now as I sit here wishing the next hour or so of my life away. I can't help but wonder if I made a mistake somewhere, or if this is just how my night was going to go anyway. I think it's been months since I left my partner - not that we were really "together" to begin with, being on different continents. Just a while longer and it'd be the 10th anniversay of us "meeting", but I suppose that's just a sign that nothing would have come from us. I hope she's doing ok.
I wonder what the city in the picture was like before it was abandoned. Who walked the streets, who worked in the shops, and who watched everyday life unfold from the windows? There's still hints of how things were, probably. Hidden inside houses, or sprayed onto walls. Dusty pictures of people long since forgotten, and names not spoken for years. I've heard a saying that people die three times - once when their body dies, once again when the last person to know them forgets them, and finally when their name is spoken for the last time. Sometimes, I'll wander into a graveyard and speak the names on the oldest headstones I can find, just to bring that person back into the world for a moment. Some of them are too degraded to read, or outright destroyed, with their owners gone for good. There's one I hope I never find, of someone who was lost to us years ago. I couldn't face bringing her back anymore, as much as I wish I could. I let her down, and I know she hated me for it. I know I made a mistake there, and that with the right words she'd still be with us.
It feels good in some capacity to shout that into the ether, in a place where only a few people will find it. Like writing a confession on paper and burying it in a jar. When someone reads it, it brings long-forgotten truths back into the world for a moment.
I'm being called. Maybe I'll come back here, if my mood ever takes me to this city once again.
A stroll down memory lane though memories do decay from time.
Is it just me or does anyone miss their old friends?
most people do
Kinda happy to see the streets aren't as empty now
THANK YOU
This song is when you go to play Minecraft alone after losing someone who used to play with you all the time, sharing so many memories with them.
Thank you for this I’ve missed this video
So for people who are just finding this video, the old one had tons of stories that various people wrote to go along with this. I’m really happy to see some people starting it already. Here is mine. (Also I’m writing this from my phone so I can’t hit enter): You can’t remember how long you have had that band on your wrist. Could be days, could be years. It doesn’t really make a difference at this point. It’s not stuck; you choose to keep it. You aren’t really sure why. The red markings have almost totally rubbed off the silver clasp, giving you a faint feeling of comfort. You don’t even remember what it did, or what it was for. * * * You have to keep moving. Hopefully someone will find you eventually. You look up around you at all of the decaying buildings; mere husks of what they once were, so long ago. As are you. The place was abandoned long ago, beyond any conceivable period of time. You observe the many speakers lining the streets, wondering what they once played. Then you here hear it. A soft, faint few notes. Although you are sure you haven’t heard it before, it feels familiar. But then, all at once, it hits you. Memories come flooding in to your mind, almost as if they had always been there; and yet maybe they had. Waves of nostalgia crash over you, and you have the sudden urge to cry. But the tears won’t come. They left long ago. Now you recall the significance of that band. It was a gift from a friend. Maybe the game was a gift, too. The music gets louder, and you think of it as a sort of lullaby. You wonder where it comes from, where the signal originated. But it doesn’t matter. Now you are at peace. Now, you can let go.
🤗
He left the sirens on with his Nostalgia Playlist running on loop…
i need 1h version of this
When you wish you could go back... When you feel lonely again that you can't have what you used to... Don't give up, keep going, forge new moments like that and cherish them.
This song could make someone feel lonely with in a room full of 294748928 people who like flex tape ;(
I'm glad it's back
This video honestly made me think about half life 2 and how scary the idea of a world without the things that make it special is.
This sound beautiful especially at 1.25x speed
Throughout your life you’ll notice everybody loves you…..but nobody likes you….. and that is the saddest feeling we can comprehend…
-bojack…
Looks like the community is getting back. Good job! Keep up!
This replicates how I feel playing alone in a 3 yr old server me and the boys _used_ to play.
You have decided to load an old Minecraft world. Your old server to be exact. You have decided to save the world, you know, just to archive it. You load it. You look around. You see a city, built from many materials. From stone slabs and wood, all the way to newer materials and blocks. Some houses and buildings are incomplete. Your memories hit you like a bullet. You remember your friends living and building this city. All the time you spent there together. The friendships breaking and getting restored, the building being griefed and rebuilt. All the incredible stories that took place here. You remember, how skipped school many times, just to play. Some of your co-players were from a diffrent city. You remember as some people stood here for long, and some left after some time. You see all the animals abandoned. You see all your friends' pets. Waiting for them to come back.
A tear rolls on your cheek
The end credits to 2020
It’s been 20 years since your beautiful game was destroyed by Fortnite and everyone is living in Fortnite now your the only true Minecrafter left and the game has lost tons of it glory thanks to updates so you live in your old world in your old dad’s iPad you played with when you were little and you hear this song and then a bunch of nostalgia hits you but then you feel a beautiful feeling you haven’t felt in years...Happiness you see the sunset in your old world and your no longer sad and your suffering is gone now all of a sudden the year is 2012 you found home again and before you sleep you lay in bed at the end of the day knowing the glory you achieved and what the Fortniters are missing out on and you feel special again in years so the next day you decide to finish your childhood home you never got to finish but suddenly your old long lost childhood friends join your game and now your happy together watching captain sparkles, the diamond minecraft and other classic minecraft youtubers and now you and your friends live together and are happy agin the end
(Edit) all of a sudden Fortnite has lost it’s power and now your world is full of people feeling nostalgia so mankind has returned to its former glory no more suffering no more corruptions and everything is just right you don’t feel sad you’re happy now and so is everyone else except for Karens and the people that messed up our glorious world (they went lived in Fortnite for everything they did so now everything is right again)
Eh. This comment ain't really good
92 months. This place . . . It's old. I dare say haunted. Skeletons, Spiders, Zombies . . . Not even creepers. It's all gone. They all left. After I arrived. I took everything. I was shrieking so, so loud. It was terrifying. Then, it just stopped. 92 months since it all just stopped. I haven't seen a shred of life here. Not even a shred of undead. Ever since I came and made it all wither away. I can't say I dislike it but . . . It's too quiet. I even miss the undead now. Something about putting them to peace gave me peace as well. This place thrived. So many people. We expanded, We built. Now, It's all gone. 92 Months since anything moved. I feel sad that it's all gone. And I am just still. There were people who stood up. It failed. I feel terrible. I feel nothing, actually. But isn't nothingness terrible? I loved seeing them, from far away. But when I approached them . . . It all turned to a dark, lonely place. It has been . . . well. Abandoned. I am the beginning, yet. It feels like I only end. I put an end to all new beginnings. In the end, I wish I was as mighty as a dragon. As tall as a mountain. As kind as nature. Now I just sit and ponder, why the shrieks stopped. Why they didn't come back. Maybe they can't. Maybe there's no new beginnings left, At all?
7 Years. 2798 Days. 67160 Hours.
And of course, 92 months.
What am I, you ask? Well. I am simply . . . The wither.
As you stare into old collapsing city, you know this place, it was your hometown, it was a normal city, along with every other place before The [CLASSIFIED] event happened, nobody besides you remembers their past, all they remember is their language, writing skills, their name, and basic survival skills, but for some reason you were different, you didn’t forget, you are an A N O M A L Y. You see Your Parents, with people you don’t recognize, you try to talk to them, but they D o n ‘ t R e m e m b e r Y o u . . . You join the group, you try to tell them your past, everyone else besides Your parents doesn’t believe you, Your Parents, seem Like they are thinking something, they try to remember you, they say they think your name is [INSERT YOUR NAME], they know your name, Perhaps There Is Hope Even In A Time Like This. . .
the pandemic. it all makes sense
As I listen to this, I can just imagine several iconic or at least well-known Minecraft worlds just falling apart, completely abandoned.
Like I can see The Lab just succumbing to the elements, or Stampy's Lovely World just rotting away. The Temple of Notch eroding away, the Minecraft Console Edition Tutorial Worlds crumbling apart.
I know, I know, it sounds "silly" but, still. It's kinda terrifying when you think about it, even if it's not even possible for that to happen "naturally".
Just, memories of the past fading away.
As they drift forward to that inevitable end, they all laid upon a wish..
"We wish, for a world with peace. No war, no bloodshed, no violence. A world where no one has to suffer."
Unfortunately for them, however...
the wish wasn't granted.
please upload this masterpiece on spotify , or the it's really going to be abandoned...
Tera... It's real... The legends of great and terrible things are true... There was a time before red skies, before potatoes and dust... The time of darkness... It's all ruins now, but maybe it can be reclaimed... 517 years after it's abandoned the first life on the irradiated planet places a flag on top of the old capital building, once the hub of the unspeakable empire. Now the dome is cracked, the windows shattered, and the banners burnt. Your geiger counter starts warning you of high radiation, but you keep pushing, you want the truth, suddenly a song from all the speakers in the city, a slow beautiful song. But the radiation levels are too high for any humans without equipment. But the radiation is the key. Dislodged particles, blips in code, failures to repair has lead robots designed to kill and spy to develop into something unrecognizable. These are robots that can think. They can feel. They can care. And they can dream. Suddenly chemicals envelope you, you hear voices telling you to stop, but it's too late. You dream you are in a world of blocks, where death is a temporary inconvenience. You live in an empty lonely but kind world. At first you die. But they you learn. A deep intuition teaches you how to craft. Smelt explore. You dreamed you were sleeping. You dreamed you were awake. You dreamed the universe loved you, and the universe was kind. Sometimes, you dreamt you were reading words, on a screen, and you dreamed you were not a starving martian on the brink of death, but a child in a world of color and beauty. Sometimes you dreamed you were the player. You are the player. Wake up.
Woah
good no dislikes, that is what we want here isn't it boys and girls