I was fishing, as usual. My friends would fight for mining and building, while my sister settled for hunting most of the time. I resigned myself to fishing, knowing it was what I would enjoy doing the most anyway. I was introduced to Minecraft by my best friends on their Xbox One, where we played my sister, my friend, and her sister, and me. At the start of a new world, we would divvy up tasks, one person taking each job. I typically would end up with fishing, as no one else found it very interesting. I liked fishing so much because it didn't require me to focus intently on what I was doing; I could joke and laugh with my friends without worrying about the creepers and skeletons, just the ocean in front of me and the fish that would bite every so often. The social, storytelling ability of the game has always been my favorite part of playing and consuming content related to Minecraft. I had very few friends growing up, as I moved states in elementary school, but I connected deeply with the ones I have now through Minecraft. The stories we could create and how we worked together to build a world we were all proud of fueled our imaginations and brought us together to collaborate on buildings, adventures, and goals. I'm a storyteller at heart, and Minecraft has been an outlet for my storytelling for a long time. In those worlds I built with friends, I would think of what we would leave behind when we eventually lost interest in the world and moved on to a new one. I wondered what people would think if they were to come across our builds in their solitary worlds and if they would come up with a story themselves of life in the empty landscape stretching for hundreds of thousands of blocks in every direction. I added small details - signs, monuments, and personality - to everything we built to tell the story of each world. I came up with other reasons for each thing we did - we built the watchtower to look out for the danger of raids on the horizon, the dock into the icy lake was the remnants of a fishing town before we came when the world was warmer and the lake still thawed in the spring. Each pet received a marker with their name when they died, and each area was customized to fit the narrative I was developing in my head. I put care and thought into every detail I attached to our worlds, and I know my friends did the same. All of our Xbox saves, the hundreds of them with just our initials or a silly joke to name the world, have parts of us scattered throughout them: a patchwork quilt of the ways we perceived our experiences within the game, and how we interacted with each other as it developed. Now, we're older. When we visit each other (because my family moved once again), we play less Minecraft than we used to. The old Xbox One can barely handle Minecraft, let alone four people playing at once. But, without fail, we end up making a new world. The first thing one of us says is always "Building, mining, hunting, or fishing?"