Now 720p!

Texture Path:
mcp > temp > (new folder called 'mods') > (new folder w/ mod name) > (new folder called 'textures') > (new folders called 'blocks' & 'Items') > texturefiles(Block png's = 'blocks' folder, Item png's ='items' folder)

Blocks:

public Icon Texture;
public void registerIcons(IconRegistry, iconregistry)
{
this.Texture = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFile);
}
public Icon getIcon(int par1)
{
return this.Texture;
}

Items:

public Icon Texture;
public void registerIcons(IconRegistry, iconregistry)
{
this.Texture = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFile);
}
public Icon getIcon(int par1)
{
return this.Texture;
}

Multiple Items in one class:

public Icon Texture0;
public Icon Texture1;
public Icon Texture2;
public void registerIcons(IconRegistry, iconregistry)
{
this.Texture0 = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFile);
this.Texture1 = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFile);
this.Texture2 = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFil);
}
public Icon getIcon(int par1)
{
if(this == modclass.theitem){
return this.Texture0;}
if(this == modclass.theitem){
return this.Texture1;}
if(this == modcalss.theitem){
return this.Texture2;}

return null;
}

Multi-Textured Blocks:

public Icon TextureTop;
public Icon TextureSide;
public Icon TextureFront;
public void registerIcons(IconRegistry, iconregistry)
{
this.TextureTop = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFile);
this.TextureSide = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFile);
this.TextureFront = iconregistry.registerIcon(FolderInMods:TextureFile);
}
public Icon getIcon(int par1, int par2)
{
int k = par2 & 7;
return par1 == k ? (k != 1 && k != 0 ? this.TextureFront : this.TextureFront) : (k != 1 && k != 0 ? (par1 != 1 && par1 != 0 ? this.TextureSide : this.TextureTop) : this.TextureTop);
}

Also 720p

CustomTab.class:

public class CustomTutorialTab extends CreativeTabs
{
public static CreativeTabs TutorialTab = new CustomTutorialTab("Tutorial Modification Development Tab");

public CustomTutorialTab(String l)
{
super(l);
}

public ItemStack getIconItemStack()
{
return new ItemStack(mod_Technological_Revolution.Cable);
}

public String getTranslatedTabLabel()
{
return "Tutorial Modification Development Tab";
}

}

ItemPlaceable.class

public boolean onItemUse(ItemStack par1ItemStack, EntityPlayer par2EntityPlayer, World par3World, int par4, int par5, int par6, int par7, float par8, float par9, float par10)
{
	 if (par3World.getBlockId(par4, par5, par6) != Block.snow.blockID)
	 {
		 if (par7 == 0)
		 {
			 --par5;
		 }
		 if (par7 == 1)
		 {
			 ++par5;
		 }
		 if (par7 == 2)
		 {
			 --par6;
		 }
		 if (par7 == 3)
		 {
			 ++par6;
		 }
		 if (par7 == 4)
		 {
			 --par4;
		 }
		 if (par7 == 5)
		 {
			 ++par4;
		 }
		 if (!par3World.isAirBlock(par4, par5, par6))
		 {
			 return false;
		 }
	 }
	 if (!par2EntityPlayer.canPlayerEdit(par4, par5, par6, par7, par1ItemStack))
	 {
		 return false;
	 }
	 else
	 {
		 if (Block.YourBlock.canPlaceBlockAt(par3World, par4, par5, par6))
		 {
			 --par1ItemStack.stackSize;
			 par3World.setBlock(par4, par5, par6, Block.YourBlock.blockID);
		 }
		 return true;
	 }
}

NOTE: Sorry for me ranting on about what you can spawn and can't, what you need to know is in the first 2-3 minutes, though there is more customization later on.

public class ItemTutorialBow extend ItemBow
{
//normal item code here:
}

PART 1:

PART 2:

PART 3:

Part 4:

I don't believe in 14 year olds on youtube rambling on about java basics, simply because they tend to do one or more of the following:
Skip important things.
Lack real insight in what they are teaching and why (Aka. Do this, don't care why, it just works!)
Lacks a proper learning path and progression towards terminology, programming and logic design which are your goals to learn when learning a programming language, is it not?
Now I've found some exceptions to this, and you may find things that suit you better.
But I do whole heartedly recommend the course I'm linking below.

CS106A - Programming Methodology
It's a professional beginner course in programming, focused in Java.
100% Free course, made by Stanford university. No real pre-requisites to taking the course and it's just like the real course.
The real course was filmed and all the lecture videos are available along with all handouts and other materials given (Including their modified eclipse version, and example exams!).

From experience I can promise you that you will NOT be wasting your time by doing this first, you will be modding so much faster after mastering the basics that you will wonder why you didn't do this earlier. It's a small time to spend learning the basics compared to the time you waste struggling with simple things if you don't

Anyways here's the link; use it as you wish and good luck to you!
http://see.stanford.edu/see/lecturelist.aspx?coll=824a47e1-135f-4508-a5aa-866adcae1111

PS:
Have fun coding!

What does this mod do?

Media

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Known Bugs

Other notes:
1. "kake" is pronounced like the food "cake". "Kake" is not supposed to sound like "khaki"... "khaki"is a color used in pants mostly used for formal events...(Although, it could be a ninja name )

2. Hitting the little Green + symbol (or pink + if the [ represent ] shows up) on the bottom of this posts makes me happy and encourages me to go onwards with generation modding.

3. And yes, I love spoiler tags.

[represent]

Path to Decay – A Halo Novelby Wildblood779By Petrus EksteenIn orbit around the planet Contrast, September 2546What a way to start the day, Johansen thought. He had just come out of his cabin and received dreadful news from the shipboard Artificial Intelligence, Pluto. He walked to the bridge of the Eifel Tower, a newly-commissioned UNSC prowler, noticing the fray of activity as crew-members hustled to and fro, going about their daily duties, unaware of what he knew. I’d better get a raise if I survive this. Once at the bridge, he stood at the back of the room by the door. “Attention on deck!” yelled the quartermaster. “At ease, sailor.” Johansen said calmly. He thought about sitting in his chair, but he just didn’t feel like it at the moment. He was weighing whether or not to dismiss everyone, but the day had just started. No, he would have to do this with witnesses. He took a step forward, hands folded behind his back. “Pluto, could you please bring up info on our situation?” Johansen could feel the multiple pairs of eyes bore straight through him. Two holographic images popped up, the first of two spheres, a large one and a smaller one. The smaller sphere was sitting a little ways above the bigger one. There was a horizontal, cylinder-shaped object floating close to the smaller sphere. The second holographic image was of Pluto’s avatar, depicting two dots spinning together, one slightly smaller than the other. “Well, Captain, according to our scanners, there should be a UNSC satellite orbiting this planet, although there is nothing there. This has happened before, with another UNSC ship.” Came Pluto’s voice. Although he was encrypted into the ship’s systems, he understood human minds, so he made it sound like the voice was coming from his avatar. “What happened to the ship?” asked a watch-stander. “Let’s just say that they didn’t get to celebrate a victory over a Covenant defeat afterwards.” There was a few seconds’ silence after that, as Pluto let the info sink in. He could be quite vague sometimes. Then again, he could also be very much the opposite. “So you’re saying that we’re dealing with a possible Covenant attack?” Said another watch-stander. “This ship is not outfitted for battle.” He turned to the Captain. “Sir, are we sure this is the Covenant?” “I don’t know, Phil. Pluto, send out a probe to check what’s going on.” Johansen replied. “Certainly, Sir.” Everyone watched the view-screen and waited in anticipation, following the probe on its flight path through space towards the moon of the nearby planet. Reminds me of Earth, Johansen thought. It was true. The blue-green-white marble of life was relative in size, shape and colour to Earth. Sure do miss that place. The wife’ll be happy when I come home. Although the planet supported nitrogen-breathing mammals, it did not contain any oxygen at all, making it ill-suited for humans. There was no sentient life on the planet, and the local animals, the few that existed there, were not edible, as the nitrogen in the animals’ bodies would kill any consumers. As such, the planet and its inhabitants were left undisturbed for millennia. A sudden gasp shook Johansen out of his trance, making him transfer his attention to the probe. It was moving in a curve, as if it was moving around an object. After doing half an orbit, it jerked back into its original path. “Pluto, what was that?” Johansen asked. “That… was a cloaked Covenant ship.” Came the reply. Johansen acted immediately. “Open the comm channel to all the ship’s speakers.” He heard the click that meant the channel was open. “All personnel, this is Captain Johansen. We have sight of a Covenant ship. Prepare for a slipspace jump under the United Nations Space Command Emergency Priority Order 098831A-1. Secure all loose equipment possible.”The Cole Protocol was a law written by Admiral Preston J. Cole to prevent any Covenant from discovering Earth and/or any of its colonies. The law stated that if any human vessel was in danger of capture, it would have to self-destruct. It also ordered any ships retreating from the Covenant through slipspace not to in any way lead the Covenant to human worlds, by performing “blind” slipspace jumps – that is, to perform a slipspace jump with relatively random coordinates. And that’s exactly what we’re going to do, thought Johansen. Although the Cole Protocol proved effective in keeping the Covenant away from humans, it had its drawbacks. It could land you straight in the middle of a star, or even a black hole. Johansen triggered the alarm, and heard the wailing pound his ears. “One minute to jump,” Said the computerized voice. He walked over to his Captain’s chair and sat down, strapping himself in. He looked around the bridge, paying attention to every detail he could see. He just hoped that his scout ship would be able to escape fast enough. Suddenly, the scanners lit up, flashing. Johansen looked at the forward view-screen. The Covenant ship had just uncloaked, and seemed to be heading their direction at a faster pace. “Sir, I’m picking up energy signatures from inside the enemy ship. Seems like torpedoes. What do we do? They must have seen us powering up our slipspace drives, Johansen thought. Now we’re stuffed. There was no better way to describe it. Few, if any, humans had ever escaped covenant ship attacks. “Thirty-five seconds to jump.” Everything was hectic now. People moving about, tying down objects such as lamps, bins and coffee mugs. “Twenty-one seconds to jump.” “Sir, their torpedoes have launched. Do I engage evasive manoeuvres?” “Uh, yes. Engage evasive manoeuvres!” Johansen said. By now he didn’t even recognise the voices. His attention was focused at the view screen. When they’d said ‘evasive manoeuvres,’ they had meant moving upward at the last moment. Moving side-to-side would have made no difference, as covenant torpedoes consisted of guided plasma. But even those evading manoeuvres would never have mattered. These Covenant torpedoes were fast. Very fast. The whole bridge shook as the torpedoes found their mark; the engines. Johansen thought he could feel the heat, feel the explosion. “Sir! The slipspace drive has been destroyed!” Time slowed for Johansen. It seemed as if he was watching an Olympic replay, searching for the person that crossed the finish line first. Engineers moved to check fuse-boxes, watch standers shouted out seemingly useless and obvious information, the forward view screen was a haze of untrackable activity. Everything was falling apart. Everything except for the Covenant ship. Johansen barely heard the cries of panic on the bridge. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his cow-leather wallet. He had gotten it for his birthday. He remembered when his grandson had come up to him when he was fishing. Johansen just tried to remember everything. He knew it was already too late. He opened his wallet and felt around inside an open lining, then pulled out a photo. Johansen marvelled at his wife and his two children, a son and a daughter. He glanced up at the viewscreen, then around the bridge. He saw Phil looking up at him from his seat. He had sad eyes, as if he thought there was no chance. No, he didn’t think there was no chance. He knew there was no chance. “Pluto, engage the Cole Protocol. Wipe all system data and delete AI mainframe.” The AI didn’t hesitate. “Engaging, sir.” Suddenly, an almighty blast shook the bridge, creating crack in the viewscreen. Although the viewscreen was a plastic monitor, it was fused to glass, allowing the occupants to literally see through the ship. There was another boom, smaller this time. More cracks appeared, crawling in from the corners of the viewscreen like demented worms. Several booms, each in quick succession. The cracks got an adrenaline rush and sped all the way to the center of the viewscreen. Then, although no one could have heard it, a massive whoosh sounded, braking open the glass and draining the ship from air. The Eifel Tower stayed forevermore silent.Chapter 1Jora ‘Qualomee chuckled to himself. Fools, he thought. They think they can escape us? Those heretic Nishum have no right to live. After centuries of going about their daily business and enslaving other races, ‘Qualomee’s people encountered these beings. At first, they seemed fine, but then they turned out to be heretics, disrespecting the Gods and everything the Sangheili held dear. The humans had first looked like big, armoured insects, but when they took off their skeletons, they turned out to be little fleshy worm-things. These weren’t like the Lekgolo, though. This scum were like an infection, spreading at extreme speeds, faster even than any of the Covenant. They would swallow world after world into their pink, stubby grasp. ‘Qualomee hated them, although he could find some honour in them, such as their acts of attempting to save their comrades, sometimes sacrificing their own lives in doing so. In truth, he saw a little bit of himself in them, even when his energy sword found their puny forms crawling away in the mud in a last effort to survive. Many of their worlds had now fallen, either glassed by the order of the San’Shyuum or captured to recover remaining Forerunner relics. “Neves, contact the Prophet’s Doubt. Tell them we have just destroyed a human ship. Ask for instructions. “Certainly, Shipmaster.” Neves replied. He was the ship’s communications officer, controlling all the t
raffic coming and going through the ship. Being unable to speak that heretic filth, all the human communications were diverted to the Unggoy who had the dishonour of learning the language. The ship ‘Qualomee was commanding was a newer ship, only in service for about 7 years. A new variant, named Spasming Heresy, this version of the RLC-class cruiser was fitted out with 2 hanger bays, which carried 2-4 banshees each, or at a push, 2 seraphs each. Under the craft, a gravity well, similar to those on the out-dated spirit drop ships, can carry anything from 4 ghosts to 2 wraith battle tanks. On each side of these generators, a troop pod, which can fold up for exo-atmospheric flight, can carry the same amount as a spirit can. These give the cruiser the ability to resupply ships such as a phantom much more quickly. Its 3 large engines give it incredible speed, giving it the ability to catch various UNSC ships, vehicles and aircraft. All these things made the ship multi-roled. An Unggoy waddled up to ‘Qualomee, and whimpered, “Shipmaster, Huphup needs more methane. Can I get more from hold?” ‘Qualomee despised these little cowards. There were few things they helped with; providing cover and distractions for the Sangheili with their limp bodies, and providing the main work-force for the Covenant. Other than that, they mostly just wasted space, food, and water, bred to over-population, and ran away in the middle of battle. The Unggoy on ‘Qualomee’s ship were especially annoying and wasteful, giving the Shipmaster the perfect excuse to get rid of some. “You insolent fool! You NEVER approach a shipmaster like that! This heresy is stopping now!” ‘Qualomee yelled. He reached for his blade and activated it. The Unggoy shrank back, eyes terrified. He started retreating, but it was already too late. Blue, luminescent blood splashed on the floor in gory smears and smudges. The Unggoy carcass fell to the deck, head rolling on the floor, body split in half, oozing with intestines and other bleeding organs. Most of it was burnt black from the intense heat of the shipmaster’s energy sword. The Unggoy present were terrified, but nonetheless knew to keep working at their consoles. “Shipmaster, The Prophet’s Doubt has responded. They ask for us to make sure of any further human presence.” Came Neves’ voice. “And so we shall! With this sacrament of blood…” ‘Qualomee started. “…We shall journey to the divine beyond!” He finished with the other two Sangheili on the ship. “So let us set off, and secure glory for everything Covenant!” the shipmaster cried. “’Voro, set us a course!” ‘Voro, the ship’s navigation controller, input the necessary commands, and the whole ship was on its way to secure victory…
As they neared the area of destruction of the pathetic human ship, ‘Qualomee picked up some chatter. Nishum Chatter. The strangeness of it all. Why did the Forerunners choose to preserve them? The answers to such thoughts eluded ‘Qualomee, and most of the time they were all he thought. A nuisance, really. When we get a hold of one of those pathetic ships, we’ll wipe out their whole wormy species! He thought. He observed his crew; 2 Mgalekgolo standing guard, one at each doorway, 3 Sangheili managing communications, navigation and weapons bays, including Neves, ‘Voro and Ojar ‘Enterofe, and 3 Unggoy doing their own little jobs. A few more Unggoy had come in the form of a janitorial team and had cleaned up the Unggoy corpse, albeit looking quite disgusted and fearful. At the moment there were no brutish Jiralhanae on board, much to the relief of the Sangheili crew. But there was always a downside to something good, in ‘Qualomee’s experience; there were no Huragok or Yanme’e on board. This meant that all labor and engineering had to be done either by Kig-Yar, Unggoy or fellow Sangheili. This made work tedious, as the Unggoy were not very efficient and very clumsy. Likewise, the Kig-Yar weren’t very set on actually getting the job done, instead focused more on trying to find a mate or to steal things. This left the honourable Sangheili to do most of the technical work. “Shipmaster, we have visual site of a human ship!” came Ojar ‘Enterofe’s voice. “It is lying just behind the planet’s moon, and it appears to be a warship; scans show more weaponry and a thicker hull. Primitive Human fighters are stored inside; detecting power and heat signatures emanating from the vehicles and weapons. It’s as if they know we’re here, but can’t see us…” “Then be on the lookout for any strange activity, we don’t want to give the Nishum any chance to surprise us.” ‘Qualomee said. “Yes, Shipmaster.” ‘Qualomee peered at the display. They were headed towards the moon, although in a curved path to avoid the gravitational pull of Illias, the nearby gas giant, sizing about forty-nine times the size of Sanghelios. It was a swirl of a dark, rich red, various shades of blues, and a metallic green colour. He wondered what the human world looked like; no doubt insignificant and unimportant. Maybe they didn’t even come from a planet. ‘Qualomee entertained the thought of little bacteria spawning from an asteroid and evolving into massive worms, and eventually sprouting little arms and legs. Suddenly, a little yellow light beeped on the display. “Shipmaster, the human ship rotates! It has spotted us!” cried an Unggoy. “Have faith, coward! Covenant do not lose against humans! ‘Voro, charge plasma torpedos and heavy needlers. Let’s show those worms the might of Sangheili!” ‘Qualomee roared. Spasming Heresy charged her engines and sped towards the moon of Illias, set on wiping out the crew of the ship. Something was bugging ‘Qualomee, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It was eluding him, scratching at the back of his head. They rounded the corner, and saw the human ship charging its biggest cannon, a so-called “MAC” by the humans. “Fire plasma torpedos!” ‘Qualomee yelled. He watched the display as streaks of blue and purple fire arced through space, striking the human ship dead-on on its MAC. Now the humans were virtually crippled. The scratching began again. It was as if there was something invisible floating in front of him and it just wanted him to grab for it. And then he realized. Human warships don’t just go anywhere themselves… He had made a mistake. A big mistake. “Ojar, charge a slipspace portal! Now! Get us out of here! Neves, send a transmission to the Prophet’s Doubt. Tell them further human presence is confirmed and we are on our way back to the fleet. ‘Voro, launch plasma flares! We have found a human fleet!” They all complied and acted immediately. The Unggoy on the deck were afraid, the cowards. The Mgalekgolo shifted in their spots, eager for a fight. Suddenly, out of the mask of their active camouflage, 12 more human ships appeared, three more like the warship, another the size of the little one they’d destroyed earlier, and the rest all cylindrical with big engines; an easy target in a regular battle but not here, not in this situation. “How far until the slipspace portal, Ojar?!” “4 and a half mili-cycles, Shipmaster!” ‘Qualomee grunted. He would surely be demoted, and scarred, if not executed, for this dishonour. How could he have missed that? Surely everything could only go downhill from here… “Shipmaster, energy signatures detected from the human ships. They seem to be charging their main cannons.” Ojar reported “Receiving traffic from human fleet, Shipmaster. They are attempting to contact us!” Neves put in. “Voro, engage the point-defence cannons! Neves, open the channel; get me an Unggoy translator.” ‘Qualomee instructed. “Yes, Shipmaster.” Neves waved over an Unggoy from his station and made him stand just to the left of the Shipmaster. Neves entered some commands at his station and the main display changed. In the top left corner was a count-down, showing the time until the slipspace drive was operational. It showed about 3 and a half mili-cycles left. The rest of the display was filled with the revolting picture of a human dressed in some fancy garments, presumably the Shipmaster. He wore no armor and no visible weapons; a sign of a non-militaristic role. How dishonourable. Even ancient Sangheili water-ship captains would serve their keep to all extents and consequences.