Minecraft: A Sandbox Game

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I walked in a world full of dark colors. It was almost the middle of the night. I was holding a pickaxe, a sword, and a shovel. I raced back to my wooden shack as fast as I could. I knew that I was in terrible danger. The reason why? The monsters come out at night. I was relieved that none of this was actually going on in real life. It was only Minecraft.
“What is Minecraft?’’ you may be asking. Minecraft is type of game called a “Sandbox Game”. In a sandbox game you interact with your environment to help you beat the game. The objects you interact with are all pixelated, or blocky, which can give you an advantage, or a disadvantage. Because of this you can build almost anything you can imagine, like a skyscraper, a roller coaster, even 8-bit

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