But then you join a server. And the game becomes a mirror.
And then the sky shifts from cyan to tangerine. The sun sets. It happens fast. The light level drops below seven. You hear it: the dry, rattling thwump of a spider. The wet, sucking groan of a zombie. The hollow click of a skeleton’s bow. MINECRAFT
One type of player builds a castle. The other builds a calculator. But then you join a server