I knew that the other part of the team would be able to fix this, but I couldn't. My brother came into the room and said, "wanna play some Minecraft hunger games?' I wanted too not, but knowing that I couldn't resist this, I said yes. We logged on again and messed around with the scoreboard I was disappointed though, and that since we had done a long hard game of this, I got the courage to play again. I called them in skype and they all answered, except Andrew, he wanted to play on his own.

I loved playing again but this time, in creative, I loved the things you could do with redstone. I made an automatic arrow launcher, a minecraft stopwatch, and a pixel art of me. I sucked at pixel art. I learned about it with Andrew. We messed around made an arena out of obsidian. We fought, I won twice (from playing minecraft for 2.7 years, I knew a lot) and Aiden won once. I did a 1v1 I won against Andrew with my strafes.

I was missing something though, I loved survival, and loved the fact that when you make so much progress, you feel good. I just thought that maybe, just maybe we could start over...