Building my wheat farm was satisfying, but long. I created a ten by ten grid of plots, where each plot was a nine block by nine block area, with a water block in the center covered by a half-slab of stone brick. Eight thousand wheat waved in the wind, taking days for a single harvest. By the end of a harvest, it was ready to begin the next harvest. It was massive, and gorgeous. The problem, however, was nightfall. I was having to stop my harvest every night to deal with the mobs that would appear to attack me.

I enclosed the farm with a jack-o-lantern ceiling, and found myself at peace. My partner and I saw the opportunity to use that well-lit ceiling as a floor. I quickly turned it into the floor of a massive chamber, and we moved our storage into it, along with furnaces.

I don't know if you can imagine the sense of freedom when you see a massive chamber that you've dedicated to being a workspace, and you see that it's barren. Everything, EVERYTHING you've done up to that point fits into it as a minor dent in the available space. It sets a vision for what you can do.

I quickly added another floor. This one was left dark, unlit, empty. My partner makes money hunting monsters. I gave him an unlimited hunting ground. Above that I added a potato farm. I could cook them for experience. I planned on a pumpkin and tree farm above that.

Meanwhile, my partner connected this new, massive building to our mine and nether portal via a long rail. We had a base. We had resources. We were set.

Meanwhile, between the worlds, there was excitement. New worlds could be made, with new resources, new creatures, new excitement. As we all looked forward to making our world one of those, we became aware of strange rumors.

I thought of myself as a high god, a master of my world, someone who controlled all I saw. I became aware that there are higher gods. There are those who shape what is possible in ways I couldn't conceive. They made it possible for me to be a high god, to claim such powers. And they were fighting amongst themselves. They were threatening to destroy all the worlds, or at least cripple them. Our world, all the worlds, were in danger.

I don't think you can understand how unnerving it is to know that your power, which you've come to take for granted, lies at the whims and mercies of others. Your power could disappear at a moment's notice, and you'd be unable to do anything about it. Your world could disappear. And all you can do is wait, and watch, and hope.