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Apr 23, 2011So, I'm trying to install optimine and other various FPS-increasing mods, so I look up some guides and follow their instructions and find my .minecraft folder... and other than the saves folder, nothing else is inside it. I try looking around a bit more for the rest of the stuff, like bin and such, but no luck. Any help?Posted in: Mods Discussion
Apr 21, 2011You are about to take a bite of your delicious sandwich when you get the great idea of going back in time to eat it.Posted in: Forum Games
You go back in time exactly 10 minutes before and eat it, but you stay in the same time. However, 1 minute before your original time, where you think to travel back in time, someone rings the doorbell and a cat eats the sandwich that you were about to eat, which makes you never travel back in time and eat the sandwich, thus causing a alternate universe to split off and form, one in which you didn't eat the sandwich, but the cat did.
In the time that you ate the sandwich, there is another instance of the sandwich that exists in the time that you traveled back to, since you had made it 15 minutes before you decided to travel back in time. You pick up the other sandwich after eating the first one and then travel forward in time, back to the present.
In one universe, you are at the present with a sandwich in your hand and a sandwich in your belly, and in the other universe at the present with no sandwich. The parallel and alternate universes repeatedly cross in intervals of 9 minutes, since there are 9 minutes separating the universe where you ate the sandwich and the universe in which you didn't. Each time they cross, the sandwich, you, and the cat are cloned. Congratulations, this goes on forever.
I go back in time and bake a cake.
Apr 17, 2011Maybe you should add the inventory list for each person and the remaining tools in the room.Posted in: Forum Games
Also, my name is... Ivir McArth, I'm male, and my action is to weld two steel plates/whatever they are together to create a shield/protective something.
Apr 17, 2011The tavern is musty, the roof low, the smoke from various torches and hearths curling around your feet. As you slam the door closed behind you, a couple people glance at you, assess you, then look away. You make your way slowly towards the counter and the barman, looking to quench your needy thirst from your long ride. The barman turns toward you as you set yourself down on one of the many old stools lining the counter.Posted in: Forum Games
"What 'an I git for yah, sonny?" The barman taps a knuckle of his left hand on a large beer keg behind you. "Beer, wine, water? Best in town, Eiy have."
You untie the cord that pulls tight your money bag, pull out a bronze coin, and set it down on the counter.
"Just a beer, if you would," Your voice sounds weak to you, as if you hadn't used it in a long time. Which you hadn't.
While waiting for your beer, you look around the tavern, appraising all the people inside it. Guards, craftsmen, workers, and probably a few criminals as well. As your gaze passes over one corner of the room, it stops. You could be looking at much more interesting things, sure, like that foolhardy man balancing a sharpened sword right below his nose, or the angry and loud argument between two men, but something about the old man sitting all by his lonesome in the corner of the room, a hood around his neck, catches your attention somehow. You feel drawn to him, by a feeling you have only experienced one before: Right before you set out on this blind trek, the feeling that motivated you to set out on this blind trek.
Rising from your seat, you make your way toward him, and it seems as if it takes forever, as if you walking toward the old man is an action of such importance that it must be done slowly. Finally, you seat yourself on a chair across from him, and he stares straight at you.
Instead of the normal: "What do you want?" or "Go away.", the man smiles and starts to speak.
"Finally, someone to talk to. Or should I say... tell to..." You catch a glint of something in his eyes, and he continues.
"Don't be afraid, just gather around, and let me tell you a story..."
His eyes flash a brilliant blue as he says the first word, and you are whisked away.
Right, so all of you may be wondering what this is. It is, in the most simplest of terms, practice for me, and a game, or an adventure, for you. You choose the situation, era/time (steampunk, medieval, futuristic), character, etcetera and onwards, and I will do my best to make an exciting/engaging/etcetera story out of it. Now, I hope that I can let you guys decide what mostly happens, but everything you say will be loose outlines.
You can choose to fill out a form or something like:
Character: Aspiring thief
Situation: Caught in a theft,
or something similar to that, or you can just type it in looser terms or whatever you want.
I'll usually go with the first post/suggestion/whatever you want to call it, unless it is something that doesn't make much sense/is really stupid.
Well... I guess we should start now.
Mar 19, 2011I mean that I suck at updating. It's like, I try to write sometimes and I really don't feel like it so I stop and the next thing I know it is a few months later. It is a bit hard for me to just start writing sometimes, you know? I am also only twelve years old, so yeah... my childishness is still there I guess, along with all the things that go with it. And school... although it hasn't given me MUCH trouble lately. But yeah, did a lot of reworking of the next chapter. It is much less action-y that the one before it, and that might be why it felt like a physical force was stopping me from writing earlier. Lack of willpower, I have it, I guess. Although what constitutes of willpower is a bit iffy...Posted in: Literature
Mar 18, 2011I suck at this. I acknowledge that. But now that I am, I guess you could say... sparked, I will start this again. Just that feeling of not wanting to write, but I hope it will be rectified. Really.Posted in: Literature
Feb 9, 2011Posted in: Fan ArtQuote from XxCyber_MasterxX »I know.
In ALL video games...
Russians are pictured as bastards.
Well, yeah, in video games Russians are depicted as bastards and whatnot, but in reality they are pretty awesome. One of my in-law uncles is Russian and he is awesome. He owns all these fireworks and whatnot, etc.
Also, did you know that Russians, after WWII ended, during the 'victory day' day, where pretty much everyone who wasn't a Nazi was partying, the Russians partied so hard they ran out of vodka?
Feb 7, 2011Everyone is very angry and very ambitious in this thread. Prideful, perhaps? It's kinda hard to compare stories... since they are stories. Intellectual property and all that. But while you are fighting your personal battles, mind looking at my story? It'd be nice to have some of the veterans on this site commenting on it.Posted in: Fan Art
Feb 6, 2011This is interesting, mainly because it is in the POV of a Ghast, which is a spin on things. It took me a while to realize that it was a Ghast that was speaking, or thinking, rather. So far, it doesn't have too much to pull you in, but I'm sure that will be remedied soon. This story also makes Ghast appear a little more... humane. Much more than just mere monsters.Posted in: Literature
Feb 6, 2011What can you provide to my server?: I like building. I like architecture. I like redstone, even though I ain't too experienced with it. Homes, houses, towers, secret bases, stuff.Posted in: Minecraft Survival Servers (archive)
You know, if you grief we WILL know and ban your ip-adress: As expected. I don't grief, I don't get the point of griefing, I've never griefed in my life, and I hate griefers.
Why do you want to join?: You don't see too many fresh, non-super-strict-RP servers, and this sounds cool.
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