Survival was all Steve Stevenson focused his time and energy on. After all, this is Minecraft, its what you do. You punch wood, craft tools, explore, and erect buildings from the ground. Working from dawn to dusk, Steve always had something to do. If he wasn't mapping the surrounding areas or slaughtering pigs, he was hunting for diamonds deep underground. Steve travelled from biome to biome, absorbing information about the world he lived in as he went. From where to find the most arable soil, to the most comfortable biomes to live in, Steve knew everything about the Overworld. Eventually, Steve decided to put down roots. After years of arduous work, Steve had built himself a sanctuary. He no longer had to worry about staying alive. After building sprawling mansions and exploring everywhere he was able to reach, Steve ran out of things to do. He has reached the point where one would normally abandon a world and start a new one.
Then one day, Steve sat down and thought, soon coming across an epiphany; He was the only person in the entire Minecraft world. No one was around to keep Steve company, no one to talk to, no one to love, no one to share experiences with. Without others, Steve slowly succumbed to the jaws of depression. He soon became obsessed with replacing the presence of other human beings. The many wolves, horses, and ocelots he tamed fell far from replacing other human beings. The many large chambers in his home, which could house several large families, only highlighted his sole being. With only one mouth to feed, surpluses of food were common. There were no tasks to concentrate his time and energy on. No feelings of achievement like those one feels after constructing a swanky shelter. If he needed firewood, he didn't trudge through the forest with an axe. He simply pulled a lever to activate his automatic log splitter. If he needed food, he let his farms grow, harvest, and transport crops straight to his table. With machines taking care of his every need, Steve didn't do much.
Perhaps the only thing keeping Steve from sinking deeper into depression was his love for nature. Steve would climb the tallest mountains in the land and admire the view from the summit for hours on end. He would take horseback rides through beautiful forests with their mighty strong spruce trees towering around him. Canoeing through rapids was a dangerous feat, but there wasn't enough danger in the world to scare Steve. He purposely picked the fastest and rockiest rapids to tame. When the sun disappeared over the horizon, Steve would gaze at the stars. Without modern day lights, one could see the Milky Way at its brightest.
Then one day, Steve decided that simply enjoying nature wasn't enough for him. As summer gave way to fall, Steve was hastily teaching himself to paint. He had a small window of time to master painting before the neighboring forests turned into a beautiful sea of red, gold, and orange. Painting this yearly natural phenomenon became Steves only goal. He used a combination of flowers, crushed rock, and dirt that, when mixed perfectly, made up the paint Steve used. Within only a few weeks time, Steve acquired the ability to create professional-looking paintings. From mountain ranges to ocean sunsets, Steve painted everything he laid eyes on. A couple of weeks was all he needed to master the art of painting.