Minecraft... Minecraft never changes.
I went in for an hour, woke up a day and a half later, finishing building the house, you have built an iron farm, a cow and millet farm. He cleaned it up and stole it into Hell, barely got enough heads for the desiccant and killed himself on it.
After a binge, a kind of remission occurs. You swear to yourself that you will never click on the damn shortcut again in your life. For two days you walk around the computer in a chemical protective suit, just so as not to become infected with the minecraft virus.
On the third day, you take off your suit, open a can of beer in honor of your victory over Minecraft addiction, lean back in your chair and think: “Right now I’ll finish building the house and start drinking a mega-epic drink...”
Your brain catches the catch in this whole situation, but you can’t do anything - the enchantment and the portal won’t build themselves!)
11 creepers from 8 caves.