It was only after building the wall that I realised I had accidentally (perhaps subconsciously) adopted almost the exact same architectural style for it as can be found in the Perpendicual Gothic Revival school. Obviously, I named it Brexit, and built a wall around it immediately. I spawned in the very top left hand corner of the map, on a small island that could just about see the mainland from its southern tip. Almost everyone else found themsevles on a huge mainland continent sized area, and quickly began mining and crafting (and various iterations on the same). We set up a world, randomised everything, including our spawn points, and threw ourselves in. It had been 5 years since I had played it properly, and we, every student that is, fell deep back into it. Minecraft was a game I had played when it was in alpha, on days when I and my brother had to burn time at my dad's office. If you want to know how CK2 went, I go into it there. Now, I had joined the forums by this point, but it was in the tremendous amounts of free time during the autumn of that year that I did much of the writing for my first two AARs: The Empire of Albion and The Little Dux. With little else to do, given that everyone involved were massive nerds and had finished all their reading, we took to gaming. We were trapped inside for much of that weekend. However, during one Friday in September, the heavens opened and god vented his fill upon the earth. Suffice to say, I spent very, very little time in the student flat for a good chunk of that summer and first term. The temperature did not dip below 25 degrees, it was bright, warm and sunny until the middle of October, and the rains when they came were more akin to tropical rainstorms. The weather, I had been warned, was similar to the UK. The first few weeks were quite different from what I was expecting. Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, in the Summer of 2016.
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