@@kikyarmiasihvirgorita145 when he says “I’ve been playing Lego Fortnite” or something like that the other dude says “I can’t believe you support that awful game”
@@baileybhamjee8080 Fortnite is a free game and provides weekly updates. Minecraft costs money and updates once every year. You still think Minecraft is better?
@@peeteepeetplays mate all the people on Fortnite are kids. Calling Minecraft worse leads me to believe you are 13 or under. Not my fault your broke ass isn’t willing to buy a game.
Fortnite players did nothing to you, Minecraft players are way more toxic. They're just mad that they're playing a dying game while a new game has taken the spotlight.
@@Blizzard58did you even read the comment, I said about the toxic players not about the normal good players, but you do have some points, like there are some toxic Minecraft players but most are not toxic and we do not care if Fortnite take from our spotlight, and why would it still get updates if it is a dead game. But the mob votes are just stupid.
What do you think? You think people just try and traveled and took Lego Fortnite for an idea then went back in time to make Minecraft what do you think bro
Minecraft’s development started on May 10, 2009, Was made on May 13, 2009, It got released to the public on May 17, 2009, and The full release happened on November 18, 2011.
True, but they both are different games (Lego Fortnite being a Gamemode for Fortnite), and I do believe time travel isn't real. So Minecraft didn't copy Lego Fortnite. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
@@SerialDesignationN-0X00I mean I love fortnite but I know fortnite didn't create everything like they are so clueless EVEN IF THEY HAVE TO FACE THE FACTS LIKE GROW UP KIDS
I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
Bro Fortnite stole from apex and cod but not Minecraft they just have similar stuff and legos you build with them so what else what Lego Fortnite supposed to do beside build.
@@Tavreli7 okay then don't act like a man child And also plus your profile picture literally exactly make you clear that you're just a Minecraft player that doesn't let anyone play other games than Minecraft
Minecraft is awesome, but Lego Fortnite isn't super bad. It's more like Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild without a storyline and a few similarities to Minecraft. I do believe that Minecraft is better, but I have noticed a decline in Minecraft, such as new mobs not dropping items, new mobs are useless, hate for the mob vote(which I can definitely agree with), the fighting style has become much more gimmicky, and no one version of Minecraft has all the stuff that everyone wants.
Man Minecraft was created before Lego Fortnite I have been playing Minecraft for 5 years -_- everyone has to agree with me that Minecraft came before Lego Fortnite Minecraft team 👇
-911 what's your emergency ? -there is the most idiotic living being from the begining of time in front of me... -Wait here we will make him disapear...
I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
@@mubarakjafar2788 bro tf you mean, then i can say Minecraft crative copied legos becouse you can build anything you Want with any piece you Want, you are saying they ran out of ideas im saying they have a job
@@annaluisaiorio5347 I feel like your a kid defending lego Fortnite cuz that's what you play while sitting on your fat ass. Lego Fortnite just completely copied a whole game. There running out of ideas. Admit it. Its the second time Fortnite has copied
Did they copy: Herobrine Giant Alez and Steve Null Entity303(and more) Bobby1545 That thing Copper block Blood golem Blue ice Waxed weathered cut copper stairs And WAY MORE?
@@waffl_00 Traveling to the future is possible since the closer you are to the speed of light, time dilates (If you were to go 99% at the speed of light, 1 year for you would be 22 years for us, meaning that 1 month for you is nearly 2 years for us)
@@waffl_00 I said traveling to the future To go back in time you'd probably have to be faster than light, which is most likely impossible since it seems to be the limit
Subscribe or Lego fortnite will....... You don't wanna know
Bruhhh what 😆
3
...
@@HewMoranI swear the Fortnite kid is my brother
@@HewMoranHi Hew
The “Your an idiot” at the end is so funny
True
You are an idiot. It's "you are".
*you're
@@martindeweert1236you can edit comments, just telling you that
@@jupiter1289why are you telling that to martin
Tell it to user-uq9nu4ib8d
"you're an idiot"
Thank you for saying that at the end my anger was rising😭
yep same
Mine too
Me to
Same to
Yep same dude
“Wow gaslighting me, that’s crazy” got me dying
Bro took the “dont try lego fortnite” to a whole another level
Bro's acting is actually pissing me off
You're too good at this
Same 😂
Yeah same, I JUST CAN'T STAND IT EVEN THOUGH HE'S JUST ACTING!!
Same ,dude my mind after hearing that Guy was "bruh, were's the knife?"
Even though he was acting, it actually pissed me off bruh
Same😂
Oh hell no NOT THE FORTNITE KID again 😂
Lego Fortnite copied Lego Worlds and MC was an OG game
Fortnite kid wasn't there sadly 😢
LEGO FORTNITE COPIED MINECRAFT
@@anaclaudiafernandes2319 LEGO FORTNITE coppied lego worlds
@@agarplaysgameryt1665 oh yeah it kinda did
"If an actor can get you to hate their character, they are a good actor"
- idk probably batman or something
The hell
Batman 💀
Batman or something ☠️💀
Fun fact. Actually, the first version of Minecraft came out 2009
👇
True
That is beta
And it was first called cave game
If Minecraft time traveled to 2011 just to decieve us, Lego Fortnite wouldnt exist in the first place.
Shit ain’t make no sense
It was a canon event
Bro learn how to explain
Fighting a genius is hard but fighting a idiot is impossible
frr
Frrrrr
I agree
truer words have never been spoken
𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖
“I can’t believe you support that awful game”
*Average Twitter User*
What game fortnite or minecraft
@@kikyarmiasihvirgorita145 when he says “I’ve been playing Lego Fortnite” or something like that the other dude says “I can’t believe you support that awful game”
@@kikyarmiasihvirgorita145Fortnite obviously. Minecraft is a massive W
@@baileybhamjee8080 Fortnite is a free game and provides weekly updates. Minecraft costs money and updates once every year. You still think Minecraft is better?
@@peeteepeetplays mate all the people on Fortnite are kids. Calling Minecraft worse leads me to believe you are 13 or under. Not my fault your broke ass isn’t willing to buy a game.
Basically, every fight with a younger sibling
*Arguing with a smart person is hard,but arguing with a dumb person is impossible*
That is true +like
That's why if I start losing an argument I become no brain mode😂😂😂
The minccraft is in 2011 but Lego is on last week
i know right?
Lol😂
I would remove any human that says
"Minecraft is a copy of Lego Fortnite."
*If I was able to remove a human that is.*
Well said
The COD horde has awakened
do you have a gun?
The universe was made by Fortnite because Fortnite made the big bang.
Yae
My anger issues could never 💀
Who hates the toxic Fortnite players.
👇🏻.
me
No
No😊
Fortnite players did nothing to you, Minecraft players are way more toxic. They're just mad that they're playing a dying game while a new game has taken the spotlight.
@@Blizzard58did you even read the comment, I said about the toxic players not about the normal good players, but you do have some points, like there are some toxic Minecraft players but most are not toxic and we do not care if Fortnite take from our spotlight, and why would it still get updates if it is a dead game. But the mob votes are just stupid.
People who think Minecraft is better
👇
Yes
Like beggar
Stop begging for like clown🤡
@@LucasCantilang1brother sucks
I prefer terraria
The Minecraft comes out first
👇 : people who agreed
No fucking shit smartass☠️
Me*
Me
What do you think? You think people just try and traveled and took Lego Fortnite for an idea then went back in time to make Minecraft what do you think bro
Me
Minecraft is way more better than Lego Fortnite
👇
This guy should stay in school 👇🏾
Yes
minecraft is better than fortnite period
Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssd
@@young_lifterThe numbers don't think so
“Lemme help you knock some sense into him” *pulls out a glock*
Minecraft better 3 ways
1. Peaceful
2. Build anything you want
3. Villages
4. TNTs and Genocides
A he he
5. Hardcore (only in java)
@@YousefGamer_16coming to bedrock to
@@That_one66what about servers and mods are they coming too
"Your an idiot"
The best line in a quarrel
😂😂😂
Brother?
Calling bro an idiot is an Understatement
Who thinks minecraft is amazing
👇
Minecraft team
👇
People who thinks beggars shouldnt exist :)
(im not asking for likes or comments ;) )
I like Minecraft it's really amazing
@@daBlobYippeeActually you are
wdym ;)@@wishiagen
@@daBlobYippeeso to make it simple your way, the like button shouldn't exist?
No, Minecraft came out November 18, 2011. while lego Fortnite came out December 7 2023
Minecraft’s development started on May 10, 2009, Was made on May 13, 2009, It got released to the public on May 17, 2009, and The full release happened on November 18, 2011.
True, but they both are different games (Lego Fortnite being a Gamemode for Fortnite), and I do believe time travel isn't real. So Minecraft didn't copy Lego Fortnite. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
'It’s hard to win an argument against a smart person, but it’s impossible to win an argument against a stupid person’
True
People who think the
FORTNITE Kid Is
Annoying
👇🏼
People who thinks beggars shouldnt exist :)
(im not asking for likes or comments ;) )
@@daBlobYippeeyou dropped this 👑
sp ture he dsoent know basic facts
yeah , everyone should get a free home or money@@daBlobYippee
bro this is just a skit and they are the same person 🤔
“wow gaslighting me that’s just crazy” for me dying😂😂
Minecraft Team💪🏻🗿⛏️
👇🏻
Minecraft!!!!!!!
Mine and craft minecraft
mincraft
Yo wassup
lego fortnite sucks. minecraft is beter
And the fact lego Fortnite copied lego worlds but made it with Fortnite rules is crazy ☠️
People who thinks fortnite addicts are the worst kids
👇
They have the audacity to literally say "fortnite created everything" and deny actual proof
@@SerialDesignationN-0X00I mean I love fortnite but I know fortnite didn't create everything like they are so clueless EVEN IF THEY HAVE TO FACE THE FACTS LIKE GROW UP KIDS
Wdym Gortnite created god@@Declan_kingbee
True
Man I bet god is watching this from Heaven is like bro what the fuck have I created
If Notch created time travel, bro would not be creating games, bro would be figuring out the meaning of life
Facts
William?
Bro wasted his time travel capsule for Minecraft instead of changing history😂😂
My anger issues just can't 💀💀
Even the "inventing time travel" part makes mojang even cooler 🤣🤣🤣
The lead developer for Lego Fortnite actually works at mojang
Din din. Doin
@voiceaton5630 from from the play from the doina💀💀💀
YOU STOLE MY COMMENT IDEA
Probably the one who make "beastboy" in minecraft that has no animation no cube
People who hates/annoyed fornite kid 👇
69 likes💀
I WANNA UNALIVE THAT FORTNITE KID
I hate Fortnite kids
Ya f### them
@@Brehmen69and no replies
bro bouta be rousted by minecraft and fortnight itself😂😂 bro bouta be dat one girl who got rousted baked cooked😂😂
People who know Minecraft came out before Lego Fortnite
⬇️
Bruh stop with this
No shit smartass☠️
NO WAY NOT LIKE THAT'S WHAT THE VIDEO IS ABOUT
R/youngpeopleyoutube
Like beggar
People who know that minecraft is WAY better than fortnite
👇
me
SOOO TRYE
Goated opinion, didn't need to beg for likes
Yessir
people who hates annoying fortnite kids
👇
team minecraft
👇
I hate fortnite kid bro really remix a song and it got viral💀
Fatherless like beggar
I hate fortnight
Hate Fortnite kids than racism
Me
Bro talked like a karen😂😂😂
POV: when you a kid's favorite game copies something🤣
Fix your grammar
Ye
Did you have a stornk typiongio comment this is
TEAM MINECRAFT
👇
👇
👇
For real
I'm one of them
fornite is better
@@goofy-h7nfuck Fortnite bro
LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Minecraft is better than fortnite
👇
I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
Minecraft is better than lego fortnite but fortnite is still better
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@@Jalilaplayz1234I think me and a lotta other people are gonna have to disagree with you on that one
Guy save your breath😅
beggar
dude that time traveling part is a paradox
People who would destroy him
Who agrees
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Destroy who? if the lego fortnite guy then ME!
Begging for likes
Literally
Thumbs down emoji realy?
Wait
You are using 👎
So I'm gonna press 👎 on your comment
I’m gonna send all Fortnite kids to space
Do it actually 😂❤
me too
DO IT!
PLEASE
I beg you please do it for the sake of the future
Fortnite " I have no options! Our game is destroyed!!! Lets steal some games!!!"
Fortnite every year:
Bro tf u mean a major developer from mojang was the lead developer for LEGO fortnite
Ya because minecraft never does crossovers
Bro Fortnite stole from apex and cod but not Minecraft they just have similar stuff and legos you build with them so what else what Lego Fortnite supposed to do beside build.
@@annaluisaiorio5347 fake news
His face and talk about time travel ❤❤❤😂
Bro thought mojang played lego fortnite and invented time travel to make minecraft before lego fortnite💀
People who think Fortnite kids need to go out to the real world:
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This comment section is infested with pathetic like beggars.
Minecraft is first team
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yeah and btw fortnite is for losers
@@johndavidson-sg6iw bruh
stop begging for likes it's annoying dude
Ryth better then you
@@Papera_Gialla93what is can said that
The fact that there are actual people like this.
You know your good at acting when 3 seconds into the short you almost throw your phone xD
Thats funny, im chatting on a phone 😅
And theres three likes on the comment
Minecraft is Minecraft. 👇
no way minecraft is minecraft? HOLY SHIT SO FUCKING SUPRISING MY MIND IS BLOWN INTO BITS
@@fouraces2918 these kids😒
@@fouraces2918btw you're the kid
@@Pixelation_Official fun fact: sarcasm
Goated opinion, didn't need to beg for likes
Epic games? More like copied games 😂
I haven't heard a worse joke than this 😂
The guy with the classic House - 1 billion IQ
I just watch this, then the next video I get is Lego Minecraft. 😂
Who hates lego fortnite and loves minecraft
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I literally don't care if people hate Lego Fortnite And why not you little bro shut the f****** up and stop begging for likes
MMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!!!!
I Frickin hate Lego fortnite
@@Tavreli7 okay then don't act like a man child And also plus your profile picture literally exactly make you clear that you're just a Minecraft player that doesn't let anyone play other games than Minecraft
Maybe, but Fortnite literally copied Minecraft in like 99.9% @@yousicianyounis9234
Minecraft is awesome, but Lego Fortnite isn't super bad. It's more like Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild without a storyline and a few similarities to Minecraft. I do believe that Minecraft is better, but I have noticed a decline in Minecraft, such as new mobs not dropping items, new mobs are useless, hate for the mob vote(which I can definitely agree with), the fighting style has become much more gimmicky, and no one version of Minecraft has all the stuff that everyone wants.
Man Minecraft was created before Lego Fortnite I have been playing Minecraft for 5 years -_- everyone has to agree with me that Minecraft came before Lego Fortnite
Minecraft team
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-911 what's your emergency ?
-there is the most idiotic living being from the begining of time in front of me...
-Wait here we will make him disapear...
This hurts me to my soul, since i have a niece thats like this & i don't have the patience to explain things to him.
People who wants peace in the gaming community
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At least you wanted peace, good enough compared to the other people
Yea
Peace is better than war
I'm you're 100th like but only the fourth commenter
People who loves playing Minecraft
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I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
I played Lego fortnite for 5 minutes and was like "huh Minecraft but lego. How original epic"
Minecraft or Lego Fortnite 😅
Minecraft
Minecraft
Minecraft as well
I don't get it what is Minecraft explain in Fortnite terms please hew
Minecraft
if you think fortnite is for losers 👇
It's not we don't have to make a fight everyone can have his own decision bro
Fr Fortine copy the Minecraft and roblox for steal a popular from those games
Me. thay want to touch some grass
fr
@@ItsAMeEpic Go
Touch
Grass
Fortnite
Kid
i thought they were gonna cut to notch watching someone play lego fortnite😂
Big bro doesn’t know what a time paradox is💀💀💀
Nobody even remembers Lego worlds.
I have a copy
I do
I think my friend has that game...
people who hates fornite for copying
other games
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me
Fortnite suck
Soo EVERY survival sandbox game is a minecraft ripoff? 💀 man shut up ☠️
Shut up uncultured 8 year old, Lego Fortnite isn’t anything like Minecraft
@@nocah1 bro don't know what's good and what's bad
UNO REVERSE 💀💀💀 (wanna say it again?)
Reel: minecraft copied fortnite
Reality: fortnite copied minecraft 😂
Who hate fortnite
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Me
Me
Me
me
Fuck Fortnite
People who know why Lego Fortnite is like Minecraft
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Someone smart
Regardless it does feel like they ran out of ideas so now they decided to get someone to help them copy a game
@@mubarakjafar2788 bro tf you mean, then i can say Minecraft crative copied legos becouse you can build anything you Want with any piece you Want, you are saying they ran out of ideas im saying they have a job
@@annaluisaiorio5347 I feel like your a kid defending lego Fortnite cuz that's what you play while sitting on your fat ass. Lego Fortnite just completely copied a whole game. There running out of ideas. Admit it. Its the second time Fortnite has copied
@@EachDuck fake
First: “Roblox is a copy of Minecraft!”
Now: “Minecraft is a copy of Lego Fortnite!”
His brain is also made of legos
"Minecrfat" 💀
I ain't saying that my typing isn't worse
People who hates fortnite kid
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People who thinks beggars shouldnt exist :)
(im not asking for likes or comments ;) )
@@daBlobYippeeI found out that like begger are gay😂
Lego Fortnite is CRAPPY
The funny part is people like this actually exist in real life😂
The stupidity level: 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈
Fortnite Kid Thinking he's Einstein 💀
Did they copy:
Herobrine
Giant Alez and Steve
Null
Entity303(and more)
Bobby1545
That thing
Copper block
Blood golem
Blue ice
Waxed weathered cut copper stairs
And WAY MORE?
Blud just named all creepy pastas even though they have nothing to do with Minecraft
@@Ilovebakedwalkers exactly:)
@zatterx k
FUN FACT- Minecraft came out in 2009 and the first version took only 6 days
I’ve played Fortnite since season one and Lego fortnight is the biggest disappointment ever
Time Travel is literally almost impossible
Scientists have literally said that while time traveling to the future is possible(Since you need to go fast), going back in time is impossible
@@RandomSkull69420 break the laws of the universe
@@waffl_00 Traveling to the future is possible since the closer you are to the speed of light, time dilates
(If you were to go 99% at the speed of light, 1 year for you would be 22 years for us, meaning that 1 month for you is nearly 2 years for us)
@@RandomSkull69420 but time travelling to the past isn't since cant go backwards
@@waffl_00 I said traveling to the future
To go back in time you'd probably have to be faster than light, which is most likely impossible since it seems to be the limit
The government won’t tell us that mojang invented time travel
Dont forget that lego fortnite literally has lego in its name
People who think Fortnite copy’s everything
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NO.
Who thinks Minecraft better then Fortnite👇
Nah both aren't good nor bad
Bro fortnite COPIED minecraft fortnite copied their animals,worlds, and mobs!
who agrees
Minecraft is so fun! You can mod it. You can Ray Trace it. You can survive it.
Lego Fortnite such a w use code Hew
Its not
My anger issues couldn't 😂
Remember if you want to attack him, it means he's a good actor
Minecraft guy*💀🙏 me*😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂