I’ve never beaten the Ender Dragon, or even made it to the end. I enjoy Minecraft, but I’m not great at it. What *is* different is that this year, I decided to kick off the fundraiser with a Marathon Minecraft Stream (TM) where I vowed to keep playing until I beat the Ender Dragon or my actual human real-world body failed me. I’ve streamed a lot to promote the charity over the last 5 years. None of that is particularly new, of course. Playing games and doing various promotional events. We’re also factoring in bids on our vast array of auction items and all the holiday shopping y’all are doing over in the Worldbuilders Market.Īnd as many of you know, I’ve been doing a lot of streaming over the last week. As I write this, we’re just on the cusp on unlocking a new chunk of Matching Money….Īs you can see from this year’s swank thermometer, it’s not just direct donations that will help us hit that goal. It’s going pretty well so far, by the way. But those who knew him better knew the truth, and that was that he *loved* a wager, especially if it was reckless and unwise….Ībout a week ago, we fired up our yearly Worldbuilders fundraiser. Those who knew him, knew he enjoyed a good wager.
Instead they thought perhaps he had a demon riding in his shadow, or a single drop of faerie blood, or that one of his long-forgotten ancestors had lay down among the Gorse… Other people suspected it had nothing to do with events surrounding his birth. The sort of people that leave no footprints, and speak oddly, so it’s hard to tell if they’re good oracles, bad poets, or merely self-important busybodies who lack proper jobs and have too much time on their hands. He was uncommonly lucky, and uncomfortably honest, and he always kept his word.Īll of this taken together led some folk to wonder if his mother had been visited by the sort of odd folk who always seem to be showing up in the dark hours just as children are being born. He was an odd sort, beset by melancholy, and often felt as if he didn’t fit into the world. He did not consider himself wise, but was still wise enough to know he was happiest when he was being a bit of a fool.
Once years and miles away, there was a man who loved books, and games, and stories. Sorry it’s taken so long, as it’s related to Book Three, and I know that’s something everyone here is interested in to some degree or other.
There’s a story I’ve been wanting to share here for a couple days, but with all the chaos of the fundraiser, I haven’t been able to manage it.
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