When my friends murdered my dog in Minecraft, they taught me a lesson I’ll never forget.
As dusk begins to settle, I start the journey back to the safety of our Minecraft base. It’s been a successful day of harvesting supplies, but, having procured all the seeds and wheat I could carry, it is now time to head back. Tony will be missing me.
Tony is everything you could want in a dog, a brilliant grey wolf with a classic red collar. He is loyal and undeniably adorable, and while he has only been my companion for a few hours, I know we are going to be best friends forever.
As the sun dips, the once bright flower-ladened world morphs into something more sinister. The cracking of skeleton bones and scuttle of spider legs echo through the fields. But all I can think about is my imminent reunion with my faithful canine, who is safely stowed away in the base I share with my friends.
As I reach the beach to the south of our base, I look up and notice something weird. Is that a skyscraper-sized wooden pole? Maybe it’s a waypoint, so I don’t get lost on my way home or just some weird decoration my friends have built out of boredom. I think little of it as I carry on my journey back.
When I arrive, with supplies in hand, one of my friends immediately appears and asks about my trip – nothing out of the ordinary there.
