I am a Minecraft Idiot.

If you’re a regular listener to Major Nelson Radio or you follow me on Twitter, you may remember that I recently got sucked back into Minecraft.  This is also my first time playing multiplayer Minecraft. Some friends of mine invited me to their private server, and while I don’t really have time right now I wanted to be polite and stop by for a visit or two.

Saturday night was my first visit.  Sunday was my second.  Early this morning – around 5AM – was my third.

My friends graciously set me up with a stunning plot of land that I named R’lyeh.  Very close to my tiny starter home I discovered a fairly massive abandoned mine. I thought I had it just about cleared and lit when I “slipped” and fell. And fell. And fell. And died.

I respawned, grabbed some spare equipment from a crate, and rushed back to recover my gear. I’d been carrying a diamond sword, diamond pickaxe, decent armor, and had mined some good stuff including redstone, iron, and moss stone that I wanted.

I made my way safely to the bottom of the chasm but found nothing. At this point one of my friends took pity on me and came to help. She was able to find several of my items on a ledge two-thirds of the way down, and put up a couple of ladders to help me work my way back to the surface. Content that all was as it should be, she went back to building spaceships – yeah, she’s good – and left me to my own devices.

At the very bottom of the pit there are several lava flows, and a lot of obsidian. Oooh, obsidian! I wants it, my preciousss! Veteran Minecrafters know that obsidian is formed when lava and water touch, so of course there was a lot of water around. I placed some blocks to keep most of it out of my way and got to digging.

Shortly I had about a dozen obsidian blocks in my inventory. I’d cleaned up an entire deposit with the exception of two or three blocks underneath the stone I’d placed to re-route the water flow. I figured I’d mine those and call it a night (morning).

Can you guess what happened next?

Apparently there was water on the other side of those obsidian blocks. As soon as I’d broken one of them, it came rushing in – extinguishing my torch and trapping me. In case you’re wondering, you’ll get to experience about 20 seconds of terror before you drown in Minecraft.

I respawned back in my house. I grabbed what spares I had left in storage. I rushed back to where I’d died to recover my gear (again).

I never found any of the gear. Nor did I find any of that obsidian that I’d mined and died for.

I am a Minecraft idiot.