Like the majority of the new players on 2b2t, I ran across
TheCampingRusher's video advertising "the oldest server in
Minecraft." Having played the game for many years, and accomplished essentially
everything in singleplayer, my interest was piqued at this new
When I first logged in, I was astonished at what I found. Monstrous
towers of cobblestone overwhelming spawn. Obsidian highways that
stretched seemingly forever into the distance. A wasteland where
food was next to impossible to obtain. It was such an incredible sight that no description could ever capture its full chaotic glory.
On my first three attempts to escape spawn, I foolishly believed the highway was the ideal route to travel. After starving to death each time, I did my research and came across this blog.
Meanwhile, tensions were already building between the veterans of the server and the waves of new players flooding the server. Work began on a curtain of lava built to surround spawn, intended to prevent any new player from escaping. I knew that if I wanted to make my mark on 2b2t, I would have to make my escape soon.
Several days later, after 2b2t was transferred to a new server, I made my move. I headed out of spawn, careful to avoid the veteran players who were stationed with the sole purpose of annihilating anyone new who dared set foot on their sacred ground. Using nothing but my wits and a boat, I traveled several thousand blocks before happening across a small underground melon farm. I stayed there for several hours, mining until I'd acquired full diamond armor and enough food to last me weeks. As I began to travel through the nether, I ran across the corpse of a player containing enchanted gear. It was this gear that allowed me to venture out even further after my melon supply dwindled.
It was at this point I invited a good friend by the name of ElishevaLight to the server. We'd worked together on several big projects in the past, and I knew that this would be a quest too good to refuse. The plan at the time was simply to travel far enough away from spawn to set up a permanent base, and leave a lasting mark on the server. ElishevaLight escaped spawn without much trouble, and after raiding a base we happened upon, we set up the first of many small camps where we could mine, enchant, and establish ourselves as powerful players.
It was around this time, however, when one of the server's famous monuments, the Valley of Wheat, was griefed by a group of new players. This made both ElishevaLight and myself question the newer players on the server. Although TheCampingRusher had repeatedly stated in his video that he was "not here to grief," it appeared that this wasn't the case for the majority of new players.
After further research, discussion, and simply thinking, ElishevaLight and I decided to ally ourselves to the veterans. The destruction of the Valley of Wheat was a turning point for many other new players as well. Those of us who were smart enough and skilled enough to pull our own weight began to realize that if every new player was given the opportunity to establish themselves, then much of the server's rich history would be destroyed. Although I don't yet sit at spawn killing newer players who arrive, I'm a firm believer that nobody on 2b2t deserves handouts. Anyone who wants to play should stand the trials of spawn by themselves or die trying.
ElishevaLight and I plan to stay on 2b2t for a long time, and establish ourselves as true veterans eventually. We hope to not only construct our own massive bases and cities, but also restore pieces of the server's history that have been recently destroyed by the flood of new players.
If you're new, I hope to see you out there. The server is truly an amazing place, and as I've heard it described, "the ultimate gaming experience." I wish you the best of luck, and I hope you plan to preserve and respect the server's history as I have.
Because if you don't, I'll have to kill you.