Minecraft was once an addiction for me. Ill admit I spent more than a few nights up way to late searching for one more diamond, or one more enderman to spawn. I look back a that time with absolutely zero regret, but as Ive gotten older, I find I have grown away from the game that I used to get so lost in. I have tried multiple times to get back to that childish joy that came with starting up the game, it just isn't the same. I digress, I am here specifically to talk about a certain time frame in my early minecraft career. After posting a few pictures of a base of mine on reddit, (old account, since deleted) I received an invite to something called "Survival of the Redditors". It was hosted on a server called MountianViewMinecraft, and it was basically a group of 12 random people from reddit, who's goal was to survive as a community. When I first joined I was wary of the group, as it seemed unlikely to work, but after a week or so of constant playing I will freely admit that it was a roaring success. I remember vividly when we discovered out first village, or when we decided on the building location of our town, or our first houses. These moments are some of my fondest memories of the game. This went on for about a month, until gradually, members of our group slowly faded away. I remember sadly checking the log and seeing group member after group members last log time slowly growing larger and larger. Members faded until there was only two people left, a girl by the name of NekoNekoNikoMoMo (I don't remember how exactly I remember that name) and I. We were the last two active members on the server. At this point, I had decided to set up a city of my own a little bit away from our original start point, and wanted to see it through, and after a little while Neko moved her base to my area and started building a city of her own in the same area. We planned on building twin cities, with connected sewers, trade routes, markets, everything. It was going to be amazing! I remember being astounded by Neko's building ability, I had built about the most vanilla city possible, but Neko's looked like a living, breathing metropolis. Just us two worked on our cities for weeks and weeks, with other projects popping up, like me building a "retreat" in a nearby jungle, yet the twin cities were always the main goal. Sadly, I damaged my computer, and as a consequence could not play minecraft for upwards of a month, when I finally got back on, I checked the logs and….well…Neko had gone the way of the others, the log said she had last signed in 20 days ago. I would log back on from time to time, but without my partner, my inspiration for the project faded. I honestly regret to this day that I did not get her real name or anything, as through the text chat it seemed that we had a ton in common. Overall, my experience on MountainView was amazing, and one of my favorite memories from minecraft ever. I have never had as much fun with the game as I did building those cities, or building roads, or just generally goofing around. They are memories I will cherish forever. So if you have gotten to this point You have heard me ramble for long enough, thank you for reading regardless! This was just a tale of a great minecraft server, some great times, and some great (albeit quick) friendships formed through crafting. R.I.P The Twin Cities, thank you for the endless hours of activity you provided.