[ WP ] Minecraft was introduced as a recreational reward in a federal penitentiary , and someone just griefed general population 's biggest , baddest mofo 's castle .

The prison system breeds its own. Gamblers, hustlers, introverts, murderers. Shankers, wankers, queers, queens. 
 Everyone needs to be something to cope with the place. Everyone needs something to cope with the place. Some smoke, smoke read. 
 Some prisons have games - board and otherwise. So some play games. 
 And they're happy. At least, until they lose. 
 Which is the problem with most games. You have a winner and a loser. Wardens at Federal Prison Complex # 23 in Arizona have seen their fair share of Monopoly games gone awry. The game was banned in the complex after 2 weeks of its introduction and 14 injuries. 
 
 But when a new State experiment saw Minecraft introduced in complex # 23 as a recreational reward, hell seized to break loose within its walls. 
 It took a while for inmates to adapt, but the ones who did led the way for the others. There's something serene about watching a grown man watch a pixellated sunset over his digital fortress of solitude, with tears rolling down his eyes as hal1.ogg starts gently weaving its notes around the prison rooms. 
 For most, it was the music that sold the experience. The experience of building your own world - far removed from the grimy concrete that surrounds your all too horrible reality - set to the crescendo of some Swedish maestro's piano - it's too beautiful an experience for a hardened inmate to process. 
 And it's a game you ca n't lose. You just build forever, with your friends if you must. If something blows down, you build it right back again. It's not your sweat on the ground. 
 
 Milton'Mulletdown' H.K. had n't spoken a word to anyone in the 17 years of his 30 year sentence that he served at Complex # 23. He woke up, shat, ate, and beat his massive frame into more massive states through a scary workout regime. And every evening, during the traditional game hours, he took two whole decks of cards from the pile and make card castles out of them. 
 One day, the block ran out of cards, and a few skinheads tried to take Milton's deck from him. The problem with a prison's'legendary' moments is usually a lack of verifiable witness. No one knows exactly how what happened next happened. But what is known is that all three skinheads were on fire ten minutes later. One of them had his entire face melted off. 
 The nickname'Mulletdown' was n't the only thing Milton got from the experience ( his sentence was extended by another 5 years ). He became another in a growing list of'silent but deadly' kinds that terrify the crap out of the other inmates. 
 He took to Minecraft like.. well like a hardened prison who sought the freedom of his own constructed world finding a pencil and the skill to use it. Minecraft is a no brainer once you get the hang of it. 
 Castle upon castle upon castle. It was impressive to watch. Milton made the prettiest Chateaus in the block. Larry'Ratface' Hutchin was the only other person allowed to'play' near Milton's in-game areas- and that's because he quietly built a valley of flowers underneath Milton's floating fortresses. He herded sheep, and was happy to rest his creations in the shadows of Milton's towering creations. 
 Three months and 540 in-game days later, Milton stopped building. After laying the final brick on his masterpiece, he stepped back from the monitor. He stared at his creation. And he wept. 
 He opened his mouth and closed it. The room turned silent. The eyes and ears of every inmate in the room was on him. 
 He opened his mouth again, tears streaming past his lips. `` If I have nothing left to build.. I have nothing left to live for,'' he stated, in a rich and booming voice that was almost worth the wait to hear it. 
 But then he started hitting himself. Fist after fist that would easily break wood slammed into his face again and again. 
 Horrified, the other inmates stared blankly at the last man they thought could hurt himself. 
 The sickening sound of flesh giving way to bone. Milton's fists had no mercy. Howling suddenly, he picked up the computer mouse and slammed it against his forehead - leaving a red dent in place. 
 A sudden explosion rang out from his computer's speakers. Milton paused from his beating and glanced at his screen. 
 The entire valley of flowers had exploded. The blast took out most of his castle's floors. A fire started to spread, and the Larry's trusted herds were dying in hordes. 
 Larry stared grimly as his monitor. He had quietly preserved a stash of TNT below the flowers the whole time. 
 `` You need someone to break you, Milton. You need someone to tear your walls down - so you can rebuild them. Without some take, you ca n't give,'' he said. 
 Milton'Mulletdown' rose from his chair. He stood tall, towering over Larry, bleeding from every orifice in his face. 
'Ai n't nobody fucks with my Chateau.' 
 
 Prison reports vary as to what happened next. A fire had burned away most of the computer rooms, as well as the people in it. But something had to be done - so Minecraft was banned from prison complexes. 
 
 But somewhere, in a vast and sprawling complex in hell, the tortured denizens of Satan's realm still enjoy the occasional game of Minecraft and Monopoly.
