I opened the fourth can of Guinness cans and poured it in. While waiting for the setup, I told my companion that the acacia planks were not good enough-we needed dark oak like real objects.
I'm a grumpy architect, but at least I'm efficient. Voila, four of us-myself, Ciaran, Aaron and Alan-are building our local bar my world. It is currently closed at the moment, and if not, we are reasonable enough to stay at home. This does not mean that I will not miss it.
I have spent one night in Smith over the past few years. Here's a pint of Guinness beer, polished Jameson, lost more games than billiards I won, and hijacked jukeboxes with music no one likes me. But something has changed in recent weeks, which is a bit incredible.
So we have a smart idea to buy beer and have a virtual party. But it's not just Skype calls, but also Discord chats. Proper collection in a virtual copy of our favorite puddle. It turns out that it's easier said than done, because you have to set up a bar for you to drink before it actually exists. And we are very stubborn, so we said we would do this in Minecraft ourselves, and creativity is not possible. Creepers abound, and we're always working to digitize the best blocky wine glasses of all time.
It was funny at least from the beginning. I spent hours collecting sand with the intention of refining it into cut sandstone (Smith was actually constructed from some strange form of 300-year-old white rotten stone, but this material does not exist in Minecraft, So cut sandstone is this material). Everything works fine, because I have a diamond shovel, but it quickly becomes less good, because I fell about 8 kilometers and died in a fiery lava pit with about 600 pieces of sand on it. Not angry, just disappointed.
A young man made a joke and we all had a good time. This is the beauty of drinking at home, isn't it? Yes, we are building a tavern to the point of being smashed, but since it is a Minecraft tavern, we do not have to comply with any health and safety regulations. We get angry at work, to be honest, who cares if we are done (actually, I am, I am indeed a grumpy but efficient architect).
Eventually, we built the wall and inserted a cute pair of double doors on the front. One night is enough, because we can avoid all monsters, this is a victory worth celebrating. Also we have a bar so we can serve ourselves.
Currently, my two builders are actually studying in France, so they have to be an hour in advance. They moved to wine because they had run out of beer, and I moved in. I really don't remember why, because the two packs of Guinness beer I bought disappeared in the past five to nine hours. In any case, there are many topics going on, which means that this person who is about to sneak into the world is indeed spreading the spirit of our beloved Smith. I don't think the miracles of virtual buildings can be quantified, and the miracles drowned in the walls can't be quantified either, because I climbed to a door right away and stuck my head on the ceiling. May be going to bed.
I woke up with headaches so much that I thought, "Damn, did I go to Smith last night?" Yes, my Minecraft Smyth. I worked tirelessly to finish some work, but soon it's time to return to what really matters: interior decoration.
I'm responsible for this because after informal voting, I decided to spend a lot of time researching real transactions, that is, drinking the most time in the Smith Tavern. So I called-dark oak walls and floors, yes, we will use a large pot to make the toilet. There are two pool tables at the back, one in the far right corner with all barrels and candles, and the other in the room, which leads to the smoking area, next to the jukebox. Make sure there are no windows on both sides of the bar, because this is where you can get service quickly when the blow-in is lined up in the proper queue, we will use the drawing table as a fog machine because we can pretend that the paper is just Minecraft Rizla or something .
Anyway, we're almost over. By the way, I started screen recording and some kind of virtual tour at the same time. Suddenly, some guys with shook and started greeting me. In Ireland, we might call him "undercover" because my best guess is that he is the plainclothes policeman here and is bothering us to drink for this job. I escaped, but he was still there, waiting, ready to pounce on us the moment we thought the coast was clear. The joke is on him-we have an ace.
Yes, so here is some explanation: Smyth in real life has one of the stupidest architectural features on earth, because the walls on the upper floors have doors. So when you open the chimney, it just slides 15 feet straight into the smoking area. The manager usually opens the door and puts a speaker in the doorway (this is better than placing it outdoors or on the ground, because nobody goes upstairs to Smith because there is only an abandoned bathroom and this weird door).
So I stiffened and rushed into the bar without knowing where the undercover was hiding. After a quick scout downstairs, I realized that I might be in trouble-if he was upstairs, it was completely flat, he would most likely be hugging in a corner, ready to be in my drunk skull Loosing an all-around bolt, the second time my crown was shown in the stairwell.
But he didn't know the door.
So I put it upstairs and bolted it to my chest. I moved fast enough so it didn't hit my head-it only happened when I tried to sneak him in-but this attack was the will of the angry drunk warrior. I waved the diamond sword to the left and right, making a total of zero connections in the drunken tide, but it didn't matter-every time he swiped, he would approach the open door. Then it happened-a clean connection, then backed up and we made money. Smyth belongs to us again, both indoors and all.
My local, Smith, is going well. There was even a young man standing on the table next to the jukebox pic.twitter.com/Y5SECG08bo
-Qian An (@ cianmaher0) March 19, 2020
You won't have this heroic adventure in a real-life bar, right? In fact, this carry-on will be called "rude" or "illegal". At this point, I am enjoying myself in secret, at least as much as in a regular bar. I even had a picnic bench and a performance stand in a beer garden, and then thought, okay, I might really like Smyth, not right, because I can get 8 cans from the store Guinness beer and have a drink in my virtual bar or spend 4.70 Euros on an actual pint of beer. French guys can also drink here.
After the first few days at home, I was a little angry. I'm very outgoing and worried that I have to stay inside. I go to social places purely a few times a week, and the closure of social places makes me a little anxious. But this is important: you don't have to leave home to go to the cinema, gym or bar. You can watch Netflix at home and make microwave popcorn. If you are crazy enough, you can do can jade exercise.
Or, if you can't go to the bar, you can build it in Minecraft. The best part? It doesn't mean "you have one too much" or "you mean you have only five people". It's just that you and your companions will break bricks with a pick, drop into a melting lava pit for 8 kilometers, and share some lovely drinks with each other, no matter how far you are in real life.
Honestly, the night I spent on Minecraft Smyth is by far the best night I have had in a long time. If you, like me, miss your locals-why not build it? Invite some friends, break some cans, and laugh. You never know-virtual bars could be the next big thing.