Allowing water to be placed in the Nether would destroy a lot of the danger. You could literally just turn the entire sea of lava into an obsidian floor, as well as extinguish any fire. A lot of the danger and excitement in the Nether is because of all the ways of burning up and getting set on fire. Adding a cheap and easy way of removing a lot of that danger would really dampen the challenge and make the Nether a lot more friendly, which isn't the point.
Well maybe there can b a option where u can only do it in creative mode.
There is an evil organization living in a castle on the top of a hill. Not just any old hill, but inside of the hill, evil monsters and demons roam. Atop of the hill, there is Stonefront castle, and there lives the villain, Caleb the Great. One day he found out that an "ordinary" girls parents knew information on how to control these demons and monsters. And well, lets just say he couldn't help himself.
I must save my parents...
"Ahem! I need this girls information"
"What girl?"
"These parents daughter, of course"
"Yes master"
Name: Valentina
Age: 16
Gender: Girl
Appearance.... Loading......
An error has occured, systems have crashed.
"Darn!"
"Hmm.... You know what? I need more comrades. Find me people that seem suitable to work with me"
"Yes master Caleb."
"But wait! Give them this form to fill out. So I can see if they are good"
"Alright, Master Caleb"
"Also, give me information on Valentinas best friend. She might know something"
Name: Quinn
Age: 17
Gender: Girl
Appearance.... Loading......
An error has occured, systems have crashed.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Well, is that all you need?"
"Yes! Now go find me an army! Quick!"
Application (for comrades):
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Do you like evil things:
Why do you want to join:
What makes you think that you will be useful to Caleb:
What weapons do you have:
What powers/abilities do you have:
Will you swear ON YOUR LIFE that you will always obey Caleb, and never betray Caleb:
Krystaa found the fire. she also found a lot of dead bodies. she shuddered and felt the dark force coming closer, but then it wavered. And then it was back, stronger, boasting, taunting. She was angry. She was very angry. She closed her eyes,raised her hands, palms up, to the sky, and watched as the sky went gray. she closed her hands into fists, and the clouds balled up and roiled. And she felt better. she let her hands drop, her eyes still closed and her breathing steady. Krystaa opened her eyes, and the rain fell. She kept walking, but she felt sleepy. That was odd; rain- sharp, cold rain- usually made her feel awake, alive. But this.....she smelled something else. It was sweet, it was comfortable, it was.......sleepyyyy.....she jumped awake as she smelled, aside from the sleep-drugging herb, the musty smell of fur. and then the bear. The bear from earlier, the bear she'd killed, the bear whose blood was still on her face. Her drugged brain slowed as she tried to figure it out- she knew it was the same bear, it had the same chipped tooth, the same bloodstained fur, the same......her heart thudded and a scream froze in her throat. The bear's throat was cut- cut by her sword, and blood dripped from it as it glared at her. Then the beast died in an instant. Krystaa thought she said something- knew she did, but she didn't know what. the rhythmic pounding of the rain, the sleep drug, all of it.......she panicked, then. she knew she was blacking out on her feet, and as her mind cloaked itself in darkness, the rain slowed and stopped.
Krystaa walked toward the smell. She could smell something else, too, a metallic, almost sour scent that smelled almost like blood, mingling with a bitter, acrid odor of herbs. And one other smell.....paint? Why would there be paint? She had to find out what was going on......but....there was something else. It wasn't a scent, nor something in the wind. It was more like she could sense something....it was dark, hating, and.......it was intruding. Then she remembered a book she had read once. Those who could sense auras had auras very strong themselves- she had read the book because her mother had been of this power. Perhaps she had a hint of it herself...? She knew that she had a small bit of foresight- this had been her father's skill, and a fragment of it had been passed into her blood. But this? it was a strange feeling. she must be very careful.
Krystaa walked through the forest, carefully wrapping up her wounded arm. When the volcanos erupted and the dragons were first sighted, creatures began stalking the forests and mountains. Krystaa had just finished off a large bearlike creature, and now she finished wrapping the cloth around her arm. She tied the ends, and absentmindedly wiped blood off her face. She sniffed the breeze, and a frown creased her forehead.....was that...smoke? Why would there be smoke in a forest? Krystaa sighed and rolled her eyes at her own foolishness. There were plenty of reasons for the smoke smell. However, she still wanted to investigate. Wiping the last bit of blood left on her face, she ventured out to find out what was causing the smell.
In the world of Strynixtoth, each inhabitant is born with an elemental sign- of these there are very many. The signs are mysterious, and are said to be gifted on each child by the ancient gods; the signs give the children special abilities. One child, however, was feared by many, for when the boy was born, thunder rumbled, snakes hissed, and dark fog ran across the ground. The villagers knew then that he was a child of shadow, so they tucked him into a basket and sent him through the river. The last they saw of him was his basket tossing and swirling towards the waterfall. 17 years later, ancient things began to awaken, and dragons were seen roaming freely across the quiet lands. Some people grouped up to try and find the source. I am one of them.
Rules: Nothing very graphic on the subject of killing, please, and nothing other than kissing on that subject. Try to get along with the other role-players here, and no excessive powers such as summoning a monster that wins a whole war. enjoy. Also, don't feel rushed to reply, take it easy. We don't want any heart attacks
Spreadsheet:
Sign (E.G. Child of Wind, Child of Water, Child of Stone, Child of Stars, Child of Light, etc.)
Name
Age
Skills
Weapon
Appearance
Personality
Other- optional
My Spreadsheet
Child of Storms
Kryndaelainfrydarionstraalintynedar, Krystaa for short
15 years old
I can fly, create small ice-filled wind storms, shapeshift into a dragon, and summon Ice Pyxies- small, biting creatures also known as Frost Elves or Crystal Sprites.
I Have duel knives on my back, and a bow and quiver slung about my hips and back.
For the most part, I look like a girl with wings, but if you try and look at me little by little, I'm kind of hard to focus on fully. That is, I'm a bit uncomprehendable. My hair is a sort of silvery-blue bubble-like color, shining and mirrorlike. My face is pale, almost bluish, and I have high cheekbones and a slender jaw frame. My ears are delicately pointed. I'm very slight and slender, and I wear a short blue-green-gray tunic and skin-fitting, blue-green hide leggings. A fur belt and pouches are around my waist, along with a few cluttered things jammed in. I wear fur-lined hide boots, and I have a hood of the same tucked with some other stuff in a pack on my back.
Most of these things were hastily grabbed when I was back in my village- a small group of huts in the icy mountains. I used to train in the woods and such every day, so I know how to swim, move through a forest, and hunt. But then a "dead" volcano erupted, and we had to run. I was an orphan, and i wanted to find adventure, so I took my leave after helping them find a safe village.
So, feel free to join up, tag a couple friends if you like, and enjoy the game! If you wanna drop out, just PM me and I can figure something out where your character doesn't die, if you'd prefer
Spreadsheets so far:
Sign: Sign of Wind
Name: Bedelth, Lord of the Skies
Age: 137
Skills: Can use his wings to fly. He breaths "storms" instead of fire. He can create tornadoes by swiftly flying in circles. He can fly in really high speed, by boosting the wind as he flies. He can sleep and rest on clouds. He can create small "wind" monsters. He can lift almost anything, by making wind under the object as he's lifting it.
Weapon: He have his Jaws, his tail and his Claws.
Appearance:
Other: I'm a dragon I'm going to be a passive dragon. Only attacking when i need.
Id like a youtube banner and a still picture for an outro for the banner make a black background with a fire type feel to it and put KingleoDoesMinecraft in a minecraft font /for the picture id like the picture http://imgur.com/uVXZH5t but it a minecraft way put thanks for watching at the top and put kingleodoesmc at the bottom both in a minecraft font please sorry if it sounds like alot so email them to [email protected] please i cant wait to see how it looks
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If you put it in a cauldron, then you can.
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Well maybe there can b a option where u can only do it in creative mode.
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So do u no how it's rlly annoying dat u cnt plc water in da nether? Well mojang shud let u. Support this idea plz
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Am I seriously inside of a box? Seriously? Now I can't finish my pizza!
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*Sigh* Since no one wants to join I guess I will have to cancel this
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There is an evil organization living in a castle on the top of a hill. Not just any old hill, but inside of the hill, evil monsters and demons roam. Atop of the hill, there is Stonefront castle, and there lives the villain, Caleb the Great. One day he found out that an "ordinary" girls parents knew information on how to control these demons and monsters. And well, lets just say he couldn't help himself.
I must save my parents...
"Ahem! I need this girls information"
"What girl?"
"These parents daughter, of course"
"Yes master"
Name: Valentina
Age: 16
Gender: Girl
Appearance.... Loading......
An error has occured, systems have crashed.
"Darn!"
"Hmm.... You know what? I need more comrades. Find me people that seem suitable to work with me"
"Yes master Caleb."
"But wait! Give them this form to fill out. So I can see if they are good"
"Alright, Master Caleb"
"Also, give me information on Valentinas best friend. She might know something"
Name: Quinn
Age: 17
Gender: Girl
Appearance.... Loading......
An error has occured, systems have crashed.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Well, is that all you need?"
"Yes! Now go find me an army! Quick!"
Application (for comrades):
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Do you like evil things:
Why do you want to join:
What makes you think that you will be useful to Caleb:
What weapons do you have:
What powers/abilities do you have:
Will you swear ON YOUR LIFE that you will always obey Caleb, and never betray Caleb:
Do you like tacos:
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Krystaa found the fire. she also found a lot of dead bodies. she shuddered and felt the dark force coming closer, but then it wavered. And then it was back, stronger, boasting, taunting. She was angry. She was very angry. She closed her eyes,raised her hands, palms up, to the sky, and watched as the sky went gray. she closed her hands into fists, and the clouds balled up and roiled. And she felt better. she let her hands drop, her eyes still closed and her breathing steady. Krystaa opened her eyes, and the rain fell. She kept walking, but she felt sleepy. That was odd; rain- sharp, cold rain- usually made her feel awake, alive. But this.....she smelled something else. It was sweet, it was comfortable, it was.......sleepyyyy.....she jumped awake as she smelled, aside from the sleep-drugging herb, the musty smell of fur. and then the bear. The bear from earlier, the bear she'd killed, the bear whose blood was still on her face. Her drugged brain slowed as she tried to figure it out- she knew it was the same bear, it had the same chipped tooth, the same bloodstained fur, the same......her heart thudded and a scream froze in her throat. The bear's throat was cut- cut by her sword, and blood dripped from it as it glared at her. Then the beast died in an instant. Krystaa thought she said something- knew she did, but she didn't know what. the rhythmic pounding of the rain, the sleep drug, all of it.......she panicked, then. she knew she was blacking out on her feet, and as her mind cloaked itself in darkness, the rain slowed and stopped.
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Krystaa walked toward the smell. She could smell something else, too, a metallic, almost sour scent that smelled almost like blood, mingling with a bitter, acrid odor of herbs. And one other smell.....paint? Why would there be paint? She had to find out what was going on......but....there was something else. It wasn't a scent, nor something in the wind. It was more like she could sense something....it was dark, hating, and.......it was intruding. Then she remembered a book she had read once. Those who could sense auras had auras very strong themselves- she had read the book because her mother had been of this power. Perhaps she had a hint of it herself...? She knew that she had a small bit of foresight- this had been her father's skill, and a fragment of it had been passed into her blood. But this? it was a strange feeling. she must be very careful.
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Krystaa walked through the forest, carefully wrapping up her wounded arm. When the volcanos erupted and the dragons were first sighted, creatures began stalking the forests and mountains. Krystaa had just finished off a large bearlike creature, and now she finished wrapping the cloth around her arm. She tied the ends, and absentmindedly wiped blood off her face. She sniffed the breeze, and a frown creased her forehead.....was that...smoke? Why would there be smoke in a forest? Krystaa sighed and rolled her eyes at her own foolishness. There were plenty of reasons for the smoke smell. However, she still wanted to investigate. Wiping the last bit of blood left on her face, she ventured out to find out what was causing the smell.
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In the world of Strynixtoth, each inhabitant is born with an elemental sign- of these there are very many. The signs are mysterious, and are said to be gifted on each child by the ancient gods; the signs give the children special abilities. One child, however, was feared by many, for when the boy was born, thunder rumbled, snakes hissed, and dark fog ran across the ground. The villagers knew then that he was a child of shadow, so they tucked him into a basket and sent him through the river. The last they saw of him was his basket tossing and swirling towards the waterfall. 17 years later, ancient things began to awaken, and dragons were seen roaming freely across the quiet lands. Some people grouped up to try and find the source. I am one of them.
Rules: Nothing very graphic on the subject of killing, please, and nothing other than kissing on that subject. Try to get along with the other role-players here, and no excessive powers such as summoning a monster that wins a whole war. enjoy. Also, don't feel rushed to reply, take it easy. We don't want any heart attacks
Spreadsheet:
Sign (E.G. Child of Wind, Child of Water, Child of Stone, Child of Stars, Child of Light, etc.)
Name
Age
Skills
Weapon
Appearance
Personality
Other- optional
My Spreadsheet
Child of Storms
Kryndaelainfrydarionstraalintynedar, Krystaa for short
15 years old
I can fly, create small ice-filled wind storms, shapeshift into a dragon, and summon Ice Pyxies- small, biting creatures also known as Frost Elves or Crystal Sprites.
I Have duel knives on my back, and a bow and quiver slung about my hips and back.
For the most part, I look like a girl with wings, but if you try and look at me little by little, I'm kind of hard to focus on fully. That is, I'm a bit uncomprehendable. My hair is a sort of silvery-blue bubble-like color, shining and mirrorlike. My face is pale, almost bluish, and I have high cheekbones and a slender jaw frame. My ears are delicately pointed. I'm very slight and slender, and I wear a short blue-green-gray tunic and skin-fitting, blue-green hide leggings. A fur belt and pouches are around my waist, along with a few cluttered things jammed in. I wear fur-lined hide boots, and I have a hood of the same tucked with some other stuff in a pack on my back.
Most of these things were hastily grabbed when I was back in my village- a small group of huts in the icy mountains. I used to train in the woods and such every day, so I know how to swim, move through a forest, and hunt. But then a "dead" volcano erupted, and we had to run. I was an orphan, and i wanted to find adventure, so I took my leave after helping them find a safe village.
So, feel free to join up, tag a couple friends if you like, and enjoy the game! If you wanna drop out, just PM me and I can figure something out where your character doesn't die, if you'd prefer
Spreadsheets so far:
Sign: Sign of Wind
Name: Bedelth, Lord of the Skies
Age: 137
Skills: Can use his wings to fly. He breaths "storms" instead of fire. He can create tornadoes by swiftly flying in circles. He can fly in really high speed, by boosting the wind as he flies. He can sleep and rest on clouds. He can create small "wind" monsters. He can lift almost anything, by making wind under the object as he's lifting it.
Weapon: He have his Jaws, his tail and his Claws.
Appearance:
Other: I'm a dragon
I'm going to be a passive dragon. Only attacking when i need.
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Ok i'll get back to you soon