Hello y’all! Recently, I’ve been helping out with the lore for a Minecraft server that my friends play on, and I’ve been enjoying it so much that (despite the fact that I don’t really play many video games) I’ve decided to write some freestyle background to the server’s history. (This in not in any way, fellow Micahlanders, valid lore for the server. It’s just me having fun. If however, you want any part of this to be part of the lore, please tell me so! More importantly, if you have any suggestions for lore ideas, please please please tell me!)

“Welcome to the recounts. The journey here must have been long. Please, sit. Tea? Coffee? No? Probably for the best. They are all metaphysical constructs here, anyway.”

“You are wise to be silent. I, like you, find pleasure in watching. Excuse my pleasantries.”

“Ah, of course. You are here for a story. All of you are, that come. You crave inspiration, perhaps? A writer, I think, or a poet… both? Never mind.”

“A story from the pot… oh, there are so many choice choices. Do you prefer them fresh, or stewed, or will any tale do? Oh, that old? A historian, it seems. Now which beginning should I begin with?”

“Ah, yours, of course! A jewel among the multiserver, I must say. How to put it….”

“Every reality is finite. They have a definite starts and more definite ends. Your reality is the closest any has ever come to eternity. It is hungry. Rash. Visionary. It does its best to push the borders of what it can be. At times, it has been known to invade other planes for its own survival. Your server, in short, wants to be the served.

It started unassumingly, as they all do. One moment, it was not there, and then all of it was. One thing, and one thing only inhabited the vast plain, a thing that defies all laws of existence:

A circle.

His name was Barry. He had not decided this for himself. The name had come with the server.

Barry was round in an angular land. He didn’t mind being an outcast at first, but after a while, the endless flatscape of cubes made him feel self-conscious. So, being all-powerful, he made more circles. These he called his children, and he had a real rabbit litter of them. They were lesser than Barry in every way, being limited in their power and confined to the laws of finiteness, but they were good children. Barry did not want them to suffer the same name embarrassment as he had, so he decided to give them worthy names. The trouble was, however, that there were so bloody many of them, and they were all equal circles. Barry decided to just call them all, “discs,” and color-code them for orderliness’s sake.”

“So. That is the very beginning of your server’s existence!”

“…”

“What?”

“Did you expect it to be more thrilling? Is a lonely all-powerful geometric figure named Barry not a worthy inciting incident?”

“…”

“Actually, I see your point. But don’t worry, it gets more exciting very soon. Just wait for the wonderful tale of –!”