I never believed that Minecraft was a drug. Even when all of my friends tried it, and all got hooked, I was in denial. I figured that it would never happen to me. That I was immune to the power of Notch. But then that fateful day arrived. I was given a chance to play. Just a few moments, I said to myself. That is, if moments = hours = days = weeks.

I'm not quite sure of what the appeal is. The game is just so damn addictive! It's not like there'es any real point, any true objective, any final goal. The only limit to the amount of time you play is the number of meals you have to eat, the number of hours you have to sleep and the confines of your imagination. I used to love LEGO. Still do. And that is exactly what Minecraft offers (albeit with a few tweaks)

Of course, it's possible to continue playing forever, creating new worlds every time you tire of the old one or just feel like blowing something up. It's possible to continue on forever as long as your friend runs a multiplayer server. The only things that could possibly stop the Minecraft phenomenon are as follows:

1) Get a full-time job (even then, you're not playing Minecraft on your office computer, right )

2) Get a girl-/boyfriend (even then, you're just going to check your email, right )

3) LulzSec reforms and crashes the Minecraft servers (f***ing hackers. Even then, they don't play Minecraft, right )

EDIT: My bad, LulzSec actually did take Minecraft down...jerks.

4) The end of the world. (self-explanatory )

Philip K. Dick once posed the question: do androids dream of electric sheep? While that question may remain unanswered, there is a new one that comes to mind: do Minecrafters dream of destructible blocks?

Yes. Yes they do.