And that, I think, is the highest praise a JC2-MP host can receive. We do not build stable worlds. We build beautiful disasters—and then we hold them together with a grappling hook and a prayer.

I watched from the admin camera, a ghost hovering over Panau City. What I saw was beautiful and terrifying. A player named "RocketMan69" had grappled a commercial airliner to a lighthouse. The plane spun in a lazy, unstoppable circle, creating a blender of death for anyone trying to land. Meanwhile, a squad of three had built a "train" of eighteen buses, all tethered together, crawling toward the central mountain. Their goal? To launch the entire convoy off the peak and into the stratosphere. And in the harbor, someone had discovered that if you spawn 200 speedboats on top of each other, the physics engine gives up and launches them into orbit like a school of metallic fish.

The real chaos began on launch night. I had advertised the server as "Vanilla + Mayhem: No Rules, Just Physics." Within ten minutes, twenty players had joined. Within twenty, the server CPU was pinned at 100%.