I have such fond memories of venturing into 2b2t in 2016! I think it was one of the last times I truly felt like a kid in my life. As if I was a part of something larger than me. Multiple factions, and people betraying each other. Secrecy abound. The scarcity of resources leading to small groups forming joining for survival. Item duplication bugs being exploited all the time! Oh, and of course, the wonderful world of hacked clients. The idea of anarchy was gripping!

It was so thrilling! I'd wait hours in a queue and then explore. The difficulty of escaping spawn in the first day, and only surviving because of an apple that a kind stranger gifted me before they died has stuck with me for 10 years (10 years?!!). Contributing to a nether highway (I believe it was +xy?), creating small bases for millions and millions of blocks all with my signature style and leaving a sign. I wonder how many of them are still standing? And I wonder if the last place I logged out of has ever been found.

Imagination does wonders if it's nudged just right :)

The freedom of loosely moderated minecraft was amazing back in the day. I traded hats all the time between being a shameless griefer or actual contributor to community projects. I remember one server far away from spawn had a growing 1:1 imperial city from Oblivion build going on, that they specifically didn't want to use any build tools for (server admins project). Because of the vertical scale and height limit of the game at the time, they had to dig down to bedrock. You'd actually be "employed" by the master builders to simply clear out stone and dump it into chests. They'd provide you with seemingly endless diamond pickaxes and shovels, along with whatever share of the cobble or ore you'd want although you'd have to haul it out to your base wherever that was. I must have worked for them for months. I wonder if they ever finished the build. They had the central tower completed though.