“Why, Jace?” Steve’s voice wasn't angry. It was tired.
The world seed was random. He spawned in a taiga forest, snow dusting the pines. He punched a tree. Crafted a pick. Found a hole in the side of a mountain. And as he descended, the light from the surface fading to a dim, flickering dot behind him, he heard it: the scuttle of a spider, the drip of water, the low growl of something unseen. 1.20.1 xray
For ten agonizing minutes, Jace watched the player mine. He found coal. Then iron. Then, on the eighth branch of a dead-end tunnel, a single, rough diamond. The player didn’t cheer or dance. He just stood there for a second, holding the gem, then placed it carefully in a chest labeled “Day 47.” “Why, Jace
“Watch,” Steve said.
“Because if you can find a single vein of diamonds on your own, in the dark, with nothing but a pickaxe and the sound of your own breathing for company… you’ll understand why Brian’s diamond meant more to him than your entire castle of ore ever meant to you.” He spawned in a taiga forest, snow dusting the pines