All the feels.

He’s doing this with a tweak to the Minecraft game, called LearnToMod. Modifications like this, called “mods,” are a big part of the game’s runaway success. But this particular mod helps kids learn to create their own mods. For example, Strum built a teleporter that whisks him to a random location within the game world. Another lesson teaches kids to write the code to create a special bow that shoots arrows that become “portals” between different locations in the game, allowing them to reach spaces that would otherwise be quite difficult to access. It’s like being able to create your own cheat codes.

Strum is one of 150 students who are now tinkering with LearnToMod, an educational add-on teaches you the basics of programming while creating tricks and tools that you can use within the Minecraft. The mod will be available to the general public in October, and its creators hope it will help turn Minecraft into a kind of gateway drug for computer programming.

I always wondered how it would feel to touch your skin. It was so white, tight and smooth. If it weren’t for the blue veins crossing it in every way possible, it wouldn’t be distinguishable from porcelain. Or maybe some kind of a canvas, with just blue lines all over it. You were the artist, and your body was your canvas. And it was a masterpiece. Because everything it ever needed, it already had. You didn’t need long, golden hair, or great diamonds, or expensive fur coats. Even with no clothes on, you were the strongest and most sophisticated, but still pure and vulnerable, fragile being. It felt like not just your skin, but your eyes were transparent, too. Like I could literally see right into your mind and soul. Still, I could never tell what you were thinking. You could make me go from smiling foolishly to crying hysterically even with a slightest glance or body movement.

Sounds really interesting and exciting, but even more frightening. And that’s why I never actually did it. Because you can’t risk ruining such a perfect thing. Even when I desperately wanted to feel the warmth of your body on my fingers, or maybe even the blood running through the blue veins, I was afraid that if I touched it, your porcelain skin would break. That you would never be the same, just like when one of those porcelain dolls break. And then it’s over, forever. That’s why you just admire their beauty, from a distance. You don’t let anyone get too close. Not even yourself.

I always wondered how it would feel to touch your skin. It was so white, tight and smooth. If it weren’t for the blue veins crossing it in every way possible, it wouldn’t be distinguishable from porcelain. Or maybe some kind of a canvas, with just blue lines all over it. You were the artist, and your body was your canvas. And it was a masterpiece. Because everything it ever needed, it already had. You didn’t need long, golden hair, or great diamonds, or expensive fur coats. Even with no clothes on, you were the strongest and most sophisticated, but still pure and vulnerable, fragile being. It felt like not just your skin, but your eyes were transparent, too. Like I could literally see right into your mind and soul. Still, I could never tell what you were thinking. You could make me go from smiling foolishly to crying hysterically even with a slightest glance or body movement.

Sounds really interesting and exciting, but even more frightening. And that’s why I never actually did it. Because you can’t risk ruining such a perfect thing. Even when I desperately wanted to feel the warmth of your body on my fingers, or maybe even the blood running through the blue veins, I was afraid that if I touched it, your porcelain skin would break. That you would never be the same, just like when one of those porcelain dolls break. And then it’s over, forever. That’s why you just admire their beauty, from a distance. You don’t let anyone get too close. Not even yourself.

Can I haz

Can I haz