JarlFrank
I like Thief THIS much
Notch: giving us a lesson in bad life decisions ever since he got rich.
I'd be depressed too if I suddenly received 2 billion dollars, and then bought this:
When I could have had this for a fraction of the pice:
http://www.sothebysrealty.com/eng/s...istorical-villa-other-czech-republic-cz-36001
Of course, moving to the most hipster area in the world, where there are only rich young SJWs around, isn't the best decision either. Of course you're gonna feel lonely when all the people around you are soulless faggots.
Won't be long before he shows up with a hair implant or something.
It looks like it was constructed in Minecraft...
When I could have had this for a fraction of the pice:
http://www.sothebysrealty.com/eng/s...istorical-villa-other-czech-republic-cz-36001
What do you expect? He's a fat, old, /v/irgin loser. The fact that he now has basically everything and is still whinging about how FOREVER ALONE he is just proves that all those threads on /v/ and /r9k/ full of people moaning about how IF THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN TO ME I'D BE SUCCESSFUL, or IF I HADN'T OF DONE THAT I'D BE HAPPY are all full of bullshit. Slap a billion dollars on a miserable, self-loathing loser, and all you'll get is a self-loathing loser who now blames being TOO SUCCESSFUL! as the reason why he's so miserable.That's the saddest part.
Were he in trouble after falling in a spiral of sex, drugs and rock & roll, at least that would be respectable.
Weeping in an empty mansion full of candy is so pathetic it depresses me.
It's LA, in vip neighborhood, were you somehow expecting standard market prices?But seriously. I know, he's paying for the location, but it's a shit location. You're surrounded by trees but you can't go amoungst them without falling and breaking your neck. The fucking place is smaller than my parent's place, which technically is a mansion by our current inflated prices but it's just a townhouse and we've got a larger backyard.
If you were rich, I would expect at least two body lengths from the pool to your property limit before reaching it. That is hideous.
It's the reality TV generation. They were taught that there is no such thing as privacy and intimacy.I hate that style of house with entire walls of glass and no privacy. Why not live in a perspex box ffs.
Won't be long before he shows up with a hair implant or something.
I want to be that guynotch is going to be like one of those lottery winners who somehow manages to blow it all and is out on the street just a few years later
It’s 7 p.m. on a Monday in Stockholm, and Markus Persson sits on the terrace of his ninth-story office, sipping the speedball of alcoholic beverages, a vodka Red Bull. Three hours ago he committed to not drinking today, still in recovery from a 12-drink Thursday bender while nursing an ear infection. Yet here we are, embracing heavy-handed pours of Belvedere while surveying the workers in adjacent high-rises hacking away at their keyboards.
“He looks worried,” says Persson, pointing to a man in a building across the street rubbing his face and staring blankly into a computer screen.
After a few more seconds of looking at the man, Persson seems bothered by the scene and darts inside. For the better part of the last five years the 35-year-old Swede was that guy, a man who constantly stressed about his creation, Minecraft, the bestselling computer game of all time. Even calling it a game is too limiting. Minecraft became, with 100 million downloads and counting, a canvas for human expression. Players start out in an empty virtual space where they use Lego-like blocks and bricks (which they can actually “mine”) to build whatever they fancy, with the notable feature that other players can then interact with it. Most players are little kids who build basic houses or villages and then host parties in what they’ve constructed or dodge marauding zombies.
Truly obsessed adults, though, have spent hundreds of hours creating full-scale replicas of the Death Star, the Empire State Building and cities from Game of Thrones. The word “Minecraft” is Googled more often than the Bible, Harry Potter and Justin Bieber. And this single game has grossed more than $700 million in its lifetime, the large majority of which is pure profit.
“It doesn’t compare to other hit games,” says Ian Bogost, a professor at the Georgia Institute of Technology who studies videogames. “It compares to other hit products that are much bigger than games. Minecraft is basically this generation’s Lego or even this generation’s microcomputer.”
In this virtual world, Persson–or rather his Internet persona, a loudmouthed fedora-wearing crank named Notch–became a deity-like figure to millions of gamers, establishing and clarifying the rules with Zeus-like authority. But Persson is anything but an opinionated extrovert. Face-to-face he’s polite, plainspoken and private. (He rarely talks with the press.) Over time the demands and expectations of fans looking to Notch to keep the monster hit going turned him into a self-conscious wreck.
So three months ago Persson pushed it all away, completing the sale of Minecraft to Microsoft MSFT +0.00% for $2.5 billion in cash. His 71% stake in Mojang, the company behind Minecraft, made him a new, and particularly flush, member of the FORBES World’s Billionaires list.
So with well over half his life ahead of him, the man who created an entire universe, whose persona was synonymous with it and who received the wrath of his community for abandoning it, must now figure out exactly who he is.
The results so far are unimpressive, as he’s mostly acted like a dog chasing cars. When Persson decided to buy a house in Beverly Hills, he went for a $70 million, 23,000-square-foot megamansion, the most expensive home ever in an enclave known for them. He’s become known for spending upwards of $180,000 a night at Las Vegas nightclubs. He and Mojang cofounder Jakob Porsér have started a company called Rubberbrain in case they think of a new game idea–but right now he can’t focus much on any.
These conversations with FORBES represent Persson’s only interview about the Minecraft deal and his life after. It turns out that the most certain thing this windfall bought him was some heavy soul-searching. The only thing he has learned for sure: He was right to walk away from Minecraft. In explaining his recent decisions, he quotes Leonardo da Vinci: “Art is never finished, only abandoned.”
While Persson was a good student, he found life at school difficult after his family moved to Stockholm when he was in second grade. Unable to make new friends easily, he became ever closer to the family computer, which offered entertainment like Boulder Dash, an 8-bit puzzle game, and The Bard’s Tale, an action-role-playing title. In the book Minecraft: The Unlikely Tale of Markus “Notch” Persson , Persson’s mother, Ritva, recalls periods when her son would fake stomachaches to stay home from school and while away hours in front of the computer.
The young Persson found further solace in PCs as life at home fell apart. His parents divorced when he was 12. Persson’s father abused alcohol and became addicted to amphetamines. His younger sister also began to experiment with drugs and eventually ran away from home.
For his part Persson failed to finish high school. He was still living at home when his mother, a nurse who worked the graveyard shift at a local hospital, forced him to take an online programming course. It was a wise investment. Channeling his childhood passion, he started churning out games, and in 2004, at 24, he landed a gig at Midasplayer, later known as King.com, the maker of Candy Crush.
Minecraft’s secret weapon was Notch. More than just a nickname, Notch allowed Persson to shed his real-world introversion. Through blogs, forums and Twitter TWTR +0.00%, he addressed his fans’ every question about game play, development and life. Any appearance on a Minecraft server was akin to an Elvis sighting. Notch also gave followers a figure to root for, a sharp-tongued icon in a fedora that stood up for independent game companies. Through this alter ego, Persson amassed more than 2 million followers on Twitter, loyal folks who read his diatribes against the “cynical bastards” of Electronic Arts, who deigned to release an indie gaming bundle, or virtual reality device maker Oculus VR, for selling out to the “creepy” Facebook.
I live there. Trust me, you don't. Or was that a Gabriel Knight joke?I want a mansion in New Orleans...