C418 - Minecraft Music Slowed Down 🎵 With Rain 🌧️

still crying while listening to it...

Let’s be honest here, we never finished building that city.

notch: i need music for a 3d block game, just dont go too far with it c418:

We played, we tried We laughed, we cried We succeeded, we died We respawned and thrived From the zombies, to the endermen From the skeletons, to the pigmen From the spiders and creepers And from those annoying griefers From the biome of jungle to sands To the mushrooms and other obscure lands From the snow and ice To the swamps which never looked too nice From the moments with friends we’ll cherish From a time we hoped Herobrine would perish From the great animations To the Youtube sensations Along with those musical incantations I thank Mojang for creating my childhood Much better than just ‘good’ I think I speak for everyone here When I say this is not game of the year It’s the game of the century As it offered us plenty And these memories will never leave Just like the thought of first playing as Steve So I say close your eyes And listen to the music with surprise As your memories of Minecraft where once apart But now can be fixed like a broken heart In order to find your memories core You must go back to the world of Minecraft once more And defeat the Ender Dragon one last time As the sweet sounds of your childhood begin to chime One last thing, for me to say Which would be, have a nice day Also for you to never forget this game Nor the journey that came As apart of that journey was the end Quite literally, not pretend Just like this poem, which I hope you all read As I would love it if this poem and this game is remembered once I’m dead. This isn’t mine but wanted to spread these beautiful words

When the music of a game makes you cry, then u know it’s a good game

It funny how nearly a whole generation grew up playing this game. To others, it may seem silly of how we cry whenever we hear the songs playing from it. But to us, it reminds us of the good days. It almost seems as if we have all grown up to quickly, and this is the only thing that we remember playing from our 'child hood'. Thanks Mojang, for everything.

“Turns out the Ender Dragon wasn’t the final boss, it was growing up” - Unknown

Time flies by. People come and go. The weeks pass. Time feels too short, doesn’t it? Stay here for a while, enjoy the calm. Cry if you need to, everyone needs comfort once in a while. Sure, things may fly by, days amounting to nothing. But you’re doing so well! I’m so proud of you.

The final boss wasn’t the ender dragon .. it was growing up

"Don't cry because it's over ; smile because it happened" - Dr. Seuss

We all started from a block, we were too young to play seriously so we went to the villages to destroy everything, when we grew up we started playing on multiplayer servers: Hunger Games, Bedwars, creative, buildbattle.. We stayed in front of the computer all day in those hot August months where the only worry was not to die of boring. Complaints from our parents telling us we needed to hang out more, but we had our friends on discord that we met online. Now we have grown up, we no longer have time to play, we think about our future, work, girlfriend and grades at school. Yet before I go to sleep I sit on the bed and still think about that creeper who destroyed my house.. (sorry for my english, I'm Italian)

A memory that will never be forgoten... Like my mum once said to me "One day you will relise that being a kid was the best thing in the world"

dam i miss the days. used to play minecraft all night with my brother and we had the coolest worlds and everything. he’s passed away now and all i wanna do is just relive those moments. forever grateful for minecraft <3

Anyone remember just running at super speed in creative breaking anything in your way because at first you sucked to much to actually play survival

I was sleeping in 2014, heard an ad, woke back up in 2024, cried a bit.

Welcome traveller you have come to right side of Minecraft no jumping around no screams just calm music sitting remembering all your old memories. Happy new year

I feel there should be an achievement for just sitting still and listening to the entire soundtrack.

I feel like Steve was a good guy, who wanted us to be happy.

~Subtitles~ … 00:00 - Nostalgia hits you 4:10 - Memories flood back 5:51 - You remember your first world 10:44 - Your first time finding diamonds rushes into your thoughts 14:43 - Your base, your humble little house 20:06 - Your first time in the nether 24:03 - You prepare for the end 25:21 - You find the portal 28:45 - “I see the player you mean.” “Y/N?” “Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.” “that doesn’t matter, it thinks we are part of the game.” “I like this player, it played well, it did not give up.” “It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.” “That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.” “Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.” “They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players, witches and warlocks. And players dreamed, they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.” “What did this player dream?” “This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of Fire and Water. It dreamed and created. It dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.” “Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?” “It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled] in the [scrambled].” “It cannot read that thought.” … “No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.” “Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?” “Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates a worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes it’s sad creation for reality. To cure its sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.” “Sometimes when they are deep in their dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds of reality, and their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them speak the word they fear.” “It reads our thoughts.” “Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.” “And yet they play the game” “But it would be so easy to tell them.” “Too strong for this dream z to tell them how to live is to prevent them from living.” “I will not tell the player how to live” “The player is growing restless.” “I will tell the player a story” “But not the truth” “No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.” “Give it a body again.” “Shush… sometimes the player reads lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; words into meaning; meaning into feelings emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and it realized it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive. And sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. WAKE UP.

I wonder how my old minecraft buddies are doing now…I wish them the best. Thank you for the memories I’ll never forget, you guys are huge part of my childhood.