It was a normal evening in late June when a friend’s fateful suggestion landed in our Discord server.
“If I set up a private Minecraft server for Friend Land, would anyone be interested in that?” he asked innocently. The chorus of affirmative responses was quickly followed by a heatedly nerdy discussion about what kind of server and where it should live.
Should it be on Minecraft Realms, Microsoft’s for-pay service that does all the setup and maintenance work for you? Or should we go the more DIY route, which requires technical knowhow to maintain, but also offers more flexibility?
There were questions about how to handle the server, which version would be best for people who wanted to play on different hardware, and whether or not it made sense to wait for a major graphics update (since released) that’s been a long time in the making for Minecraft.
“Literally what are any of you talking about at all?” one friend asked as questions piled up. “Is playing Minecraft seriously this difficult?” That friend has since become one of the most prolific creators on the server, which was swiftly dubbed Friendland. Something had clearly been sparked.
We were four months into the pandemic at this point, and personally, I was four months into being a first-time parent. Normalcy had long since faded into the background. So this deeply nerdy banter among long-distance friends was immediately restorative, a little piece of my pre-pandemic, pre-parenting life resurfacing. It was the first time since March that I started seeing games as a social exercise again.
Image: screenshot: mojang
It’s not that I hate being a parent. When I walk into a room and that little devil’s smile shines in my direction, the entire universe lights up. Parenting is a thrilling, invigorating, and love-filled adventure. But it’s also deeply exhausting, unpredictable, and ever-present. When you’re alone with the baby, you can’t check out for even a moment to recharge.
It’s a massive life change, especially for someone like me, with my piles of social anxiety and introvert tendencies. I’m a homebody by nature and always have been. I have a wonderful partner in this journey who helps immeasurably as an equal participant in life and in parenting, but it’s still a lot. I have a hard time being sociable with total strangers, and, with a baby, they’re more present now in my day-to-day than they’ve ever been. I also struggle with self-doubt, which makes me wonder how I’ll ever effectively raise this child into a well-adjusted person.
Minecraft has always been a favored escape for me.
To be clear, I’m excited to meet this challenge. But it’s still a lot, and during those first, frantic months of juggling new parent anxiety alongside pandemic anxiety, I struggled with anger issues and oversensitivity I thought I’d left behind long ago. It’s a little reductive to suggest that Minecraft is solely responsible for snapping me out of that funk. In truth, these are things I’ve worked on — and will work on — for my whole life.
Still, Friendland was huge. Minecraft has always been a favored escape for me in general. I like the feeling of discovery as you inch into a new world, where you never know what’s over the next mountain or buried in the next cave. Then, as you conquer the wilderness and build up a presence in that world, you imprint it with your own sense of identity. Turning that basic vibe into a social game where everyone’s personality is made manifest, block by carefully placed block, merely takes things to another level.
All of a sudden, I was an explorer in a group of explorers. We were all discovering this world for the first time, carving out our own little pieces. We didn’t realize or articulate it in quite this way at the time, but we were making our own history. It’s a still-unfurling history that’s detailed in a lengthy tome found in our community’s central village.
Image: Screenshot: Minecraft / mojang
Image: screenshot: Minecraft / mojang