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    posted a message on Fallout: The Good Left Undone | A Fallout-Themed Roleplay Server | [1.3.2][24/7][Factions][PvP][Towns]
    I might make a app, but I have school and trying to start my own server soon.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    OOC:
    IGN: CoolDownPills
    Age: 12
    Time you can dedicate: 10 hours today, but in a week school starts then I can do about 5 hours a day.
    Why us?: I was looking for a new fresh new Fallout server since most are bland, and after seeing your buildings and areas, I would love to join.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is when you make a well developed character, and play out the situations that come your way in a certain scenario/world.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you use the information you learned OCC into role-play.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: To do something very over powered and unreal that you do without a player's consent and not role-playing the situation out fully. *Kicks someone down and he can't get up* *Kills you with one shot between the eyes* *Sprints at Jon, speeding up faster then him, then shooting him in the head* *Climbs the building silently* *Sneaks by and slits everyone's throat without being seen*

    IC:
    Name: Gregory Hodges
    Nickname: Mutt
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Long blonde hair, a small beard, and a dog suit.
    Personality: Silent, open-minded, impractical In-game RP Example:*Mutt is wandering in the swamp as sunset* Mutt: I better set up camp now... *Two men come out from behind a willow tree, one with a shotgun and one with a hunting knife* Bandit1: Too late for ya' now bud! Bandit2: Caps now ****er! *Bandit2 comes closer with the shotgun, now right besides Mutt's head* Mutt: I dun carry no caps, look elsewhere. Bandit1: Tom! Burn the ****er! *Bandit2 pushes Mutt to the ground, pointing the shotgun to the ground* Bandit2: See you later mother****er! *Mutt quickly rolls the right, getting pelted by the BBs in the shot.* Bandit1: He's escapin' Tom! *Bandit1 and Bandit2 chases after Mutt* *Mutt stops, breathing heavily and looking back, seeing the shotgun being aimed at him* *Mutt quickly jumps to the right noticing the huge hole in the tree* Bandit2: He's not worth it Jack... *Mutt runs, stopping every minute or so* Mutt: *****... *Mutt stops holding the small gashes in his side, and decides to build camp for the night* Background: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was separated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stopping at the occasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schedule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scavenging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralyzed with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospector steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg cached up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsiness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared quietly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a bust of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stopped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
    Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, struggling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wrestling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life continuing to go East until he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays in front of him. Nuka cola is tasty!
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Repost: Power-gaming: To do something very over powered and unreal that you do without a player's consent and not role-playing the situation out fully. *Kicks someone down and he can't get up* *Kills you with one shot between the eyes* *Sprints at Jon, speeding up faster then him, then shooting him in the head* *Climbs the building silently* *Sneaks by and slits everyone's throat without being seen*
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Quote from selbor61

    Not quite the definition of power-gaming.


    *Pushes you down* is power-gaming.

    Please look up the definition again,


    But for now:
    Power-gaming: To do something very over powered and unreal that you do without a player's consent and not roleplaying the situation out fully. *Kicks someone down* *Kills you with one shot between the eyes* *Sprints at Jon, speeding up faster then him* *Climbs the building silently* *Sneaks by*
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Is my app fix going to be reviewed...? It's above on this page.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Quote from selbor61

    Yes. Sorry 'bout that.
    Ok, my 5th attempt on producing another definition. Power-gaming: To do something too powerful or unreal, like turning into a giant spider and destroy all of Chicago with your army of Japanese war bombers.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Quote from selbor61

    Nor a First Recon sniping team .. . . > :D



    "copy"

    I need you to use your own definition. <3
    I did... was it too close to the original...?
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Quote from selbor61

    Hello CoolDownPills,


    We have some issues with the Legion, let Bliss shoot 'em, but supply him with information first:

    Your Power-gaming definition is a bit confusing. Can you clarify your definition please?
    You have two bans, which are for being childish and griefing. Mind explaining? [ If Niloc gone over your reasons, let me know. ]


    Thank you for looking this over,
    But for now:
    Again? I tried my best to give the best definition I could with copy and pasting the definition on the thread. Here it is again I guess. Power-gaming: To do a unrealistic or a too powerful action, and instantly killing players with role-playing the situation out. Now, one ban for me being childish is just senseless, since I often go on a server's Mumble/Team Speak, and instantly ban me for being a 'squeaker', which I assure you I'm not anymore :P . And the other ban is because I use to be a AVO fanboy, and once joined a server that they were streaming on, and got instantly banned.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    OOC:
    IGN: CoolDownPills
    Age: 12
    Time you can dedicate: 10 hours today, but in a week school starts then I can do about 5 hours a day.
    Why us?: I was looking for a new fresh new Fallout server since most are bland, and after seeing your buildings and areas, I would love to join.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is when you make a well developed character, and play out the situations that come your way in a certain scenario/world.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you use the information you learned OCC into role-play.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic actions in role-play. Example: *Shoots everyone with head shots* *Gets Jester drunk* *Cracks Gnome's neck*

    IC:
    Name: Gregory Hodges
    Nickname: Mutt
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Long blonde hair, a small beard, and a dog suit.
    Personality: Silent, open-minded, impractical In-game RP Example:*Mutt is wandering in the swamp as sunset* Mutt: I better set up camp now... *Two men come out from behind a willow tree, one with a shotgun and one with a hunting knife* Bandit1: Too late for ya' now bud! Bandit2: Caps now ****er! *Bandit2 comes closer with the shotgun, now right besides Mutt's head* Mutt: I dun carry no caps, look elsewhere. Bandit1: Tom! Burn the ****er! *Bandit2 pushes Mutt to the ground, pointing the shotgun to the ground* Bandit2: See you later mother****er! *Mutt quickly rolls the right, getting pelted by the BBs in the shot.* Bandit1: He's escapin' Tom! *Bandit1 and Bandit2 chases after Mutt* *Mutt stops, breathing heavily and looking back, seeing the shotgun being aimed at him* *Mutt quickly jumps to the right noticing the huge hole in the tree* Bandit2: He's not worth it Jack... *Mutt runs, stopping every minute or so* Mutt: *****... *Mutt stops holding the small gashes in his side, and decides to build camp for the night* Background: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was separated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stopping at the occasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schedule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scavenging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralyzed with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospector steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg cached up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsiness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared quietly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a bust of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stopped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
    Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, struggling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wrestling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life continuing to go East until he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays in front of him. Nuka cola is tasty! EDIT: I don't know how to space out my roleplay example correctly. D:
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Quote from niloc692

    Sorry to hear about Janet, it happens. Here's your review anyways.
    -Power-gaming. This isn't the definition we have for the server. Try reading the definition again to help you.
    -RP example. This is a bit too short. Can you give more of a setting, and perhaps more actions?
    -Bans. You have two bans for griefing. Please explain these.
    So, fix those up, and re-apply. Until then, your are
    Sorry for the late response. The app whitelisters are VERY active :D Well, I will just redo my RP example since it was rushed. *Mutt is wandering in the swamp as sunset* Mutt: I better set up camp now... *Two men come out from behind a willow tree, one with a shotgun and one with a hunting knife* Bandit1: Too late for ya' now bud! Bandit2: Caps now ****er! *Bandit2 comes closer with the shotgun, now right besides Mutt's head* Mutt: I dun carry no caps, look elsewhere. Bandit1: Tom! Burn the ****er! *Bandit2 pushes Mutt to the ground, pointing the shotgun to the ground* Bandit2: See you later mother****er! *Mutt quickly rolls the right, getting pelted by the BBs in the shot.* Bandit1: He's escapin' Tom! *Bandit1 and Bandit2 chases after Mutt* *Mutt stops, breathing heavily and looking back, seeing the shotgun being aimed at him* *Mutt quickly jumps to the right noticing the huge hole in the tree* Bandit2: He's not worth it Jack... *Mutt runs, stopping every minute or so* Mutt: *****... *Mutt stops holding the small gashes in his side* Hopefully that satisfied your tastes, now I will improve my Power-gaming definition. Doing unrealistic actions in role-play. Example: *Shoots everyone with headshots* *Gets Jester drunk* *Cracks Gnome's neck* And for the bans I use to be a AVO fanboy so I joined a AVO stream server, so I got autoban. .-.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    OOC:
    IGN: CoolDownPills
    Age: 12
    Time you can dedicate: 10 hours today, but in a week school starts then I can do about 5 hours a day.
    Why us?: I was looking for a new fresh new Fallout server since most are bland, and after seeing your buildings and areas, I would love to join.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is when you make a well developed character, and play out the situations that come your way in a certain scenario/world.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you use the information you learned OCC into role-play.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when you doing something nearly impossible or something your character cannot do, like saying *CoolDownPills shot everyone at once without getting hurt*

    IC:
    Name: Gregory Hodges
    Nickname: Mutt
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Long blonde hair, a small beard, and a dog suit.
    Personality: Silent, open-minded, impractical
    In-game RP example: *walks into bar* Mutt: Where can I buy some alcohol? Bartender: Here, what you want? Mutt: The usual whiskey. Bartender: Are you depressed or some ****?
    Mutt: Just give me the alcohol already. Bartender: Got caps? Mutt: Only 5, here you go. *Throws caps on table* Background: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was separated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stopping at the occasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schedule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scavenging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralyzed with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospector steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg cached up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsiness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared quietly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a bust of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stopped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
    Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, struggling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wrestling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life continuing to go East until he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays in front of him. Nuka cola is tasty!
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    posted a message on Arrow Trajectory Mod
    No comment...?
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    posted a message on Arrow Trajectory Mod
    I would love to have a mod that will pop up a gui when you fully charge your bow where it would land. I would imagine it would be a mathematical formula for it, and it would be easy to make a gui for it because all you really need is a bright green line. It would be simple to code, but I know ******** about coding, so thanks if you try. <3
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    posted a message on New Gravel Texture
    I personally hate the new gravel texture, as it is just not rocky enough of my taste. Do you guys agree with me, and if not what would you change the gravel to look like if you could?
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