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Well I think i've lost just about every creation in these photos, if anyone has a copy of them I would greatly appreciate it if you could upload it for us to use. otherwise, it's all gone for good. but no worries! I plan on making more, i'm not sure how long it will take me though.
Thanks to everyone who has kept this thread alive, I was so happy to find that this thread is still around. I'm going to try and keep adding more content and improving it so it sticks around a bit longer
So, the old guide wasn't much of a guide, I pretty much showed you an owl then told you to draw it, as someone pointed out lower in the posts lol. So this one is going to try to be more in depth. It will probably take me awhile to get it completely finished so leave some feedback on anything I could explain better. I'm not really sure how to throw this all together so i'm just going to dump all my ideas and techniques in here for you all to look through and slowly get it sorted out.
I didn't use a texture pack on this one, I think the regular texture pack looks great , you just have to put some effort into it.. If you can't make it look good without a texture pack, why make it at all ;p
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Oh look, It's this house again. The house that makes everyone on your server cringe. How often have you joined a server only to find the spawn covered with these? I can't stand them which is why I ended up making this guide in the first place.. so here's some ways you can fix it. Also, here's a video version that someone was kind enough to make. Check his video out and subscribe http://www.youtube.com/user/Zhell91?feature=mhee
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Normally when I make a house I go to Realtor.com and just start searching neighborhoods for a style of house I like, but in case you don't have the time to lets start with some basic things I do when I make quick starter houses.
When I make quick houses I start with one wall, like the one on the left. I usually make it 6 blocks across with both ends in stone or some other contrasting block, same with the 2 blocks under the window. This way it doesn't look to bland, I always try to use 2-3 different block types on the walls so the house stands out more. On the sides of the windows I place trap doors to use as window shutters, and when I make houses with more than 1 floor I sometimes make flower boxes that hang in front of the window, just 2 dirt blocks and some signs. You can use trap doors instead of signs, either one looks great.
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With this house I decided to make it with 2 floors, so I just made more of the walls on each side into a box. pretty simple ;p
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Now for the roof
This part is pretty simple, Just place the steps however you want them, I made the roof on the second floor face the other direction just to keep it interesting, It's starting to look good but it still needs alot of improvement.
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Overhangs
so the roof still looks boring and doesn't fit in well, So I add overhangs. I just extend the roof out one block on the sides and use a slab peice to go on the edges, all of the stair blocks have matching slabs so it works perfectly.. all slabs are also fireproof, including wood so they allow us to add fireplaces too
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Next I added a porch, it doesn't look that great but I didn't want the house to be too plain and boxy, It's also good protection if you want to step outside and check for creepers that might be waiting for you.
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Here's the fireplaces I usually make, I use stone buttons above it and glass panes, If your house is made of wood then the entire wall and all blocks above it in about a 3 block radius need to be half slabs or it will burn..
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I found out that you could place signs on signs and they would float, perfect for wooden beams
and porches.. They don't have to touch the ground, They just are in the picture.
Here's a cafe I made with them on my map, Pine Valley. http://www.minecraft...-with-download/
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That's all I can think of for the guide , if anyone wants anything else added into the guide I can do that, just leave a comment..
Here's some of my more advanced houses, I spent alot of time on them and they aren't something I could really make a guide for.. hopefully they can help give you ideas though. They are all avalible to download on my planetminecraft page.
Here's another house i'm making on a server with a friend, it's all legit so it's taking awhile to get the materials we need
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Tehpillowstar posted a message on Full of Stars (story | Chapter 8 released)In a world where Administrators and Moderators walk among mere men. Where magic is used to maintain order. Adelaide is a young Moderator and we follow her journey from an every day life to be plunged into the dark intrigues as she bit-by-bit uncovers a plot to overthrow the Administration and plunge the nation of Fossoara into chaos...Posted in: User Creations & Requests
Author: Tehpillowstar
Genre: Drama/Fantasy
Rating: PG-13 to R (Extreme violence, gore, mild romance, excessive use of strong language)
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- physical description Be very descriptive about your character. Tell me not only eye color (keep it realistic), hair color, and skin color, but tell me ethnicity, bone structure, height, does the character limp? Note that nationalities differ with physical looks. A Korean person and a Japanese person have different physical builds. Does your character have any magic? If so, what color is the fire? Are you a healer? Still a student? Graduated?
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- Your character's present and past relationship with Adelaide What I mean is say how your character reacts, and how close are they. Are they near strangers, who only know each other faces? Are they acquaintances? Or are they people who knew each other from kindergarten? (Only if you frequent Forum Games)
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Disclaimer: The following people, places and events portrayed in this story are FICTIONAL. Although certain events and persons are inspired by, or based off of real events and persons, they are used fictitiously.
Full of Stars- Part 1 - Canary's song
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Part 2 - Our sun bird
- Chapter 7
"The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun, and the sun was given power to scorch people with fire. They were seared by the intense heat and they cursed the name of God, who had control over these plagues, but they refused to repent and glorify Him."
-Revelation 16:8-9
Part 1: Canary's Song
I've been through a long and weary road. The early days for me have faded in the background of my memory, but there are details that will never really fade in my mind. They haunt my dreams and terrify me in my nightmares. You don't forget some things, and I won't forget what I did with my one and only life.
This is my story. I'm not sure why I choose to tell it, but I'm sure there's something important that one could learn if someone read it. What is important, however, is up to you. Words have two meanings, but not everything has an answer that can be pulled from the air.
I can't really tell you what I've been though, but I can tell you that with every trial that I've faced, I came out of it as a stronger, and perhaps wiser person.
My name is Adelaide Moon. I am seventeen years old, and I am a moderator.
I worked alone, besides two of my comrades, Sharon Wright and Joseph Albright. Sharon when off to college, and Joseph faded away, and were eventually replaced by two new moderators, Akira Nakamura and Daniel Warbler, with the help of Jeffery Triby, who eventually moved on to a higher position. We are the elite of the Peacekeeper force, the judges and executioners of Temere, a province in the country of Fossoara; ruled by a supreme power of administrators.
Our job is dangerous and unloved, few take on its burdens, and even fewer are willing to commit their very lives to the art of moderation. We stand alone, as part of the Shaki'Ra-Kun; all are equal under the blade of justice. We walk alone on a lonely road, with no end in sight. We are family.
I was still a child when they did the rite that made me a Defender. I still don't understand why it was me. Sometimes I don't know if I'm really still alive after this. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I refused the call. Yet deep down, I never wanted to be normal. I wanted to be special, to save the world, to fight crime, and be a hero. When the administrator Celine Larson asked me to join the Shaki'Ra-Kun--the Administration I only gave a small moment's thought on what I was getting myself into. Maybe I did know what I was doing, but did it anyhow. Yet still, I never looked back. I still don't. I was naïve for thinking that way. Perhaps I still am.
When I first got my powers, it was like any hero-wannabe's dream come true. I had power. My eyes were opened. I was included in extremely secretive organization with a tight camaraderie. It was unbelievable. Still unbelievable. Imagine me, a bright, dreamy schoolgirl suddenly something akin to a superhero. A dream come true for many of the people who applied, waited, hoped and prayed to get the chance of getting real power--both magical and political. I was given a chance, I didn't want it to be taken away.
Yet with the sweet thrill of power came the silent horror of responsibility, and the necessary things I had to do. I never expected the painful migraines that made me want to curl up under my covers, caused by the very magic given to me for my duties and took weeks for it to really go away. I never expected the grinding work, that crushed your soul and made your fingers bleed. I never expected the things I had to do: I still remember the first person I killed—the look on his face when he realized that I came to end his life. I never think about that anymore—to me, the people I moderate aren't humans; only a job. Nor did I realized what pain would result from the very place I was assigned to: Petra, Temere
Yet, even at the height of the storm, I kept on trudging along, resolved to never quit, to never stop. Ever.
"C'mon! This is so unfair! I [profanity="fuck"]ing follow your stupid laws to the very last word! Well, you know what? [profanity="fuck"] you. [profanity="[profanity="fuck"]"] you all. I hope you all go to hell."
I betrayed no emotion on my face, no sign of irritation, no sign of sympathy. I released my power, two flashes of yellow light, and down the man went. I took out a pair of handcuffs, cuffed him, and pulled the semi-conscious man up. Behind me, two Peacekeepers took the man away, leaving me alone in the street curb.
Sometimes work is like this. Catch the wrong-doer in the act, call in the mooks, the Peacekeepers, and let them lead the people away. But most often, I arrive after the scene, amidst masses of bystanders, to silently do my job and disappear once it's done. Perhaps the opinion afterward is one of relief, or most likely, indifference.
I walk down the streets of my home, Petra, the city of dreams, lax lifestyle, and community, along with crime, conspiracy and blatant dissent. I look around, watching the populace live their lives. How easy is it for people to become so apathetic towards all the crime around them! Maybe it's better that way--leave the people in the dark, so that they can live their lives in peace. Never mind the person who blew up that building--just call on the local moderator, and they can clean it up nice and easy. Soon out of sight and out of mind. Just forget about the experience and get back to your fun.
If only.
The streets I walk in are filled with echos of hidden misdeeds--the ghost of a memory, existing only at the edges of my vision and the fading recesses of the populace's memory. They are also filled with my doubt, my own mistakes, and my own old shame. Evils that cling to my heart, casting a shadow of diffidence.
Yet me & I, and the world still go on.
Chapter 1:
Petra was one of the oldest cities of Fossoara, and it shows. Separated into smaller districts, the most populated one is a relic of the more economically successful 90s, with flashy lights, slick steel and glass copycats everywhere. However, when one traverses towards the Old Town area, the black asphalt and the steel & concrete dissipate to a rustic world of smooth flagstone streets, sandy-colored stone bricks, red tile roofs, grapevines and bronze fountains. The streets were narrow, and winding, laundry hanging up in sagging lines above your head, giving the town a bright life that attracted tourists from different countries.
Then go down past Old Town, and into the gray, industrial areas, crumbling factories and an ordered lifelessness that came from the planned neighborhoods stemming from the Communist days at the height of the Cold War. Most of the factories in this area are condemned, but never actually demolished—a relic of the political turmoil of the 90s and the recent recession of the 'oughts.
At the center of it all, Main Street and its adjacent streets were a strange, yet comforting mix of the new and the old. Busy with both familiar and new faces, was the cultural life of Temere. Clouds obscured the sky, and there was a bitter chill in the air—the last breaths of winter, combined with the dank of early spring.
You can get any kind of meal from the stalls that are situated in the sides of the streets, ranging from juice to American cuisine. They're convenient for the outdoor culture of Fossoara, where people would finish their jobs at five, eat something at one of the stalls, and have a good time at one of the local fora until they drag themselves at their homes sometime at nine to eleven, and repeat the process at eight in the morning.
I stopped at some form of coffee-shop-in-a-van run by an eccentric middle-aged hippie with a lot of cats. Her name was Semira, an omnipresent figure of my childhood. She had dark, auburn hair, a chiseled face with high cheekbones, and wore an old, sleeveless denim jacket over the turquoise t-shirt that she was wearing. Her eyes were dark brown.
She sold basically every type of drink ever invented, ranging from freshly-squeezed orange juice to the “blood of a virgin” (or at least, that's what she said.) I forgo both options, and took the chocolate drink she sold.
I leaned on the little counter of her hippie van. I could see the inside of the van, filled with communications and computer equipment, several cats, dusty paperback novels and exotic trinkets where ever there was any room. A gray tabby cat rubbed it's body against my arm and I started stroking it. A radio was blaring a slow, swinging tune that touched the soul, and made the heart ache. A silly love song, but it words intrigued me, like there was some secret meaning behind them, but I just couldn't figure it out....And maybe I'll hear that song again,
the song that the star girl sings
In those words that I've forgotten
Maybe we'll hear that song together
when the angels come again
Maybe when I live again
Perhaps we'll be happy then,
When my sorrows are forgiven
I'll fly like a bird, and soar to the stars
Nothing will ever stop us...
“Like the song?”
I opened my eyes, I didn't realize they were shut. The lady was holding my drink in front of my face. She gave me a crooked smile, and spoke in her strange accent of which I couldn't really pin down. “It's a good song. Filled with meaning...and emotion. Stars sigh when the music plays...” She then held out my drink.
I hesitated, then took the cup and gave her the appropriate amount of change.
“Oh yes, my cats want to say to you one more thing Star Child: 'Beware, ice falls from the heavens but fire rises from the earth...'”
I nodded to her, and thanked her for the drink and advice. Then the full force of her words sunk in and I froze. I turned around, “Wait, what--”
Another group of people surrounded the van, distracting Semira. I dropped the subject and walked away to the gray that was Petra.
Chapter 2:
With every mountain of triumph, lies a valley of despair, but with every valley, there will always be another mountain on the other side.
I let my instinct lead me down the sprawling streets of Petra, the main city of Temere. As I strolled down the streets, I passed a large amount of abandoned and ruined homes. I knew that this section of Petra was very dangerous, even in daylight, but that didn't worry me, even though I was an attractive young woman. The shady people that lurked these streets feared authority, and gave me a wide berth. As the streets and adjacent structures became more broken down, the finally tapered off to a chain-link fence, topped with barbed wire. A sign warning people to stay out insured that nobody was nearby.
The landscape beyond the fence was bleak. Gray ash covered the ground, only disturbed by the large piles of rubble that broke up the landscape. The twisted shapes of charcoal, the remains of trees, were dotted across the old war zone. The ruins of some well-built building still stood, nearby. If I squinted, I could faintly see a distortion in the air, showing a powerful magical barrier that deterred people from trespassing. No signs of life remained in the cold moon-scape. How long would it be, until someone decided to restore the neighborhood?
I recalled what this place used to be. When I was younger, this was where Old Deichato and the neighborhood where the minority known as Furries, resided. Deichato was in a ways, a slum filled with trolls, criminals, Dark mages known affectionately as 'Necros', the violent, Ad-bots, prostitution and more. However, it had a wonderful bazaar where the rich, the poor, the goody-two-shoes, the bad and even the Temerian moderators would stand around and talk. The bazaar had also hosted the infamous Black Market, where one could obtain anything illegal, from marijuana to depleted uranium. Although the neighborhood was horrible, the bazaar was its shining diamond, or so I was told.
However, when the bazaar was closed down, it caused a huge uproar that soon turned into outright civil war. Even the Defender's own moderators turned against itself. Homes and businesses were burned down, and people were killed or incinerated. The madness accelerated, and soon the entire place was up in flames and bordering on civil war. I remember being sent in the inferno, donned in what could only be described as a spacesuit, to attempt to rescue the many civilians trapped in the blaze. Even with the efforts of the rescue crew, so many died anyways.
The place was now coined the Wastelands, was left to smolder in neglect. Conspiracy theories and lies surrounded its destruction, placing blame where blame should not be, and demonizing people who only did their jobs. Yet not a single one of their theories was close to the truth.
I walked around the area, my spirits further dampened by the thought of so much death here. My thoughts were scattered everywhere, from what the cats had told me to what the people who used to live here say about me becoming a moderator, to the secrets I knew about the Wastelands. I didn't watch where I was going, and almost ran into a man, gripping a bouquet of aloe, cypress, and bird's foot trefoil, staring out into the landscape.
“Hey,” he said. His name was Joe Peck. He was a few inches taller than me, but then so was most people I met. His blond mane of hair needed a good time at a barbershop, and he had an aura of mischievousness. He then smiled sadly, and said, “Sometimes I go down here to remind myself of things forgotten. This place makes you feel really small, but yet...human.” I looked into the landscape, and could see why he felt that way, with its horror and sadness of the backlash and hate of the Temerians. He then turned, facing towards the wasteland, and sighed.
I didn’t say anything for a moment, since I was trying to find a sentence or phrase that could start a conversation. Finally I said, “A lot of hell happened here, didn’t it?”
He nodded, and answered, “Yeah, that’s for sure. I lost some friends in that war. We lost a lot of great people too. Mods like Cierra and Albert and Peter and Jordan. God, do I miss them.”
I nodded. Cierra and Albert died in the fighting, while Peter left the force and Jordan disappeared shortly after the war. “I miss them too. They were good people. The streets of Alea seem to be missing something without them. The whole world did.” I said. I kept looking back at the time when I was just a normal citizen. I remembered Cierra’s silly black top hat with the purple star, and Albert’s thoughtful demeanor. I was lost in memories, memories of a forgotten past where the grass always seemed greener (although that probably isn’t true.)
“You're a moderator. Maybe you know what really happened here,” Joe said. I looked at his eyes, my mental defenses sliding up, preventing anything I knew from escaping.
“But why would you ask?” I said, “Perhaps your speculation is good enough for you, if not better in your eyes. The truth is not as glamorous as one would think.”
He shrugged, and went to place the flowers on a small memorial that the Temerians built as a memorial for the past. I gave a small frown, I knew what they were mourning was only a delusion, fed by their their own self-inflicted deception.
I said goodbye to Joe, and left to go do my job. There wasn't much left to do, except go home before it became dark. The Historical District wasn't exactly safe after dark, even though I had nothing to fear.
As I traveled home by taking the subway, I watched the sunset paint brilliant hues of rose, orange and gold. I looked around the car, seeing the faceless masses of people, playing with their phones, their newspapers, their books, or looking at nothing, not even taking notice at the lovely sunset before them though the windows. Were they blind to such beauty? Or perhaps they did see the sunset, but saw it mundane to the everyday drama of their lives, never acknowledging it, like how they never acknowledged the truth of what happened in Old Deichato, so many sunsets ago.
Chapter 3:
Several days later, my duties lead me to the main forum of Petra.
It was afternoon that day. The clouds promised storms later on. You could feel the humidity in the air, and the growing intensity of the breeze. Thunderstorms were rare this early in the year, however, one could explain its unusual appearance by global warming.
I was walking down the streets of the city of Petra, heading straight towards the Petra forum. I looked around, and I saw a group of boys throwing rocks at a starling nearby, to the distress of the bird. I yelled at them, and the boys scrambled away, seeing my uniform, and quickly figuring out who I am. The starling flew off in the commotion. I wondered if it was okay.
The forum was filled with people in a hurry. They didn't have any time to stop and take in the environment. Towering buildings made up of flashy steel, glass and concrete had various shops at the ground floor that made up the forum, along with sheltered, wooden bulletin boards surrounded with people. The forum itself was nice to be in, with towering oaks, beeches, and maples, along with younger trees of Japanese cherry blossom trees that were planted along the middle of the walkways. There were no cars around, since they weren't allowed in the forum. The flat walkways themselves were paved with pink brick, which probably was once red.
I listened to the crowds for a while. I could hear the general, blurred sound of people talking, I could hear the occasional raised voices of a disagreeable person arguing with another disagreeable person over some mundane thing. The regular sounds of humanity in the Square.
I brushed back my long hair, plaited in one braid down my back, which I was a bit vain about. When it was loose, it was all dark and wavy, and so long it went past the middle of my back. I patrolled around the city, softly cursing at my ancient, too small girly bicycle that I had gotten when I was 7 years old from my dad. That was 11 years ago. My mother nor I had the heart to throw it out.
I walked along the road, with intuition again, guiding me along. Soon I was right in front of the newly initiated Furry thread. I looked at the posts, bored, when a post caught my sight. I gasped.
God save us all, how did he found out?
I walked towards the posting board, my mind racing. Questions filled my mind: How did he know? Where did he found out? Is our security not strong enough? Why does he know? Why?
I approached the bulletin board, trying to keep my panic down. The place was quite crowded. It was a board with an old topic that had came about recently. It was about the minority population of furries. Nobody paid me any attention, since I was wearing civilian clothes instead of my uniform. I had to shove and push my way to see the offending post—manners be damned. When I finally came up front to the board, I fingered the post for a moment, before doing what I had to do.
I inhaled deeply, reaching inside for the sparks of magic that made up my moderator powers. I mentally pinched off a few sparks, a thread of magic, and let it flow to my fingertips, causing them to tingle with power. I let it flow from my hands. The words of the post lifted from the paper, and I copied it using my magic into the notebook I always carried in my bag. Then the words disappeared. I still felt warm inside, a tingly feeling after I did a little magic, which was a lot better than when I first received my powers. Something like this would leave me in a sharp, painful migraine.
A woman was watching me. Her name was Diane, and had mousy, big hair, amber eyes, and gave me a scornful look. She then said out loud, so everyone could hear, “Figures. I heard that Celina is a furry hater. That's why she locked down Deichato. Because she hated us all.”
I was furious. Anger rose in me, burning my insides. It took all the patience and self-control of a saint to keep my face straight and prevent myself from slapping her in the cheek and creating a riot.
I walked away, my heart beating like a war drum, terror that everything that the administration did could be so easily leaked. I needed to get out of here. To the Administration. They needed to know this. They had to.
I stopped for a moment, trying to gather up my fraying nerves. There was a pizzeria across the street, owned by a fellow named Jason Parker. I could smell the delicious smell of cooking pizzas, a harsh dissonance from my panic. I had to keep focused, not do anything rash or stupid. You're a moderator, girl, I thought, Stay professional and cool, damnit. I let myself have the small luxury of a few calming deep breaths. I had to keep my head on the job.
The transmitter squeaked, and a voice made up of static spoke something undecipherable. He nodded, and adjusted the scope on his rifle. The sniper peered through the scope, and saw the world turn into various shades of fuzzy gray, with white outlines of people, things and buildings. A few flames of color appeared in the sniper's vision, but he ignored them. Those flashes of color were the Gifts of the few people who were born with the ability to use magic. However, he was not looking for flames of magic, he was looking for sparks.
He scanned the forum, until he found his target. He then adjusted his scope, which turned off the magic-detecting screen and zoomed in to his target. She was small, with long, almost black hair that poured out from under her black, indiscreet helmet. She wore the uniform of a moderator, and he could see that she was armed with a shotgun and a sword. However, all this did not matter to the sniper. It didn't matter whether or not she was just a child. For him, this was a job
He carefully aimed, but waited for the exact moment to shoot. He did not care whether or not the girl was wearing body armor. A sniper's bullet could tear through a Kevlar vest like it was cloth.
The target stopped for a moment. The sniper took his chance. He aimed at the girl's heart. He smiled for a moment, then pulled the trigger.
I turned at the curb, when some instinct made me stop. For a second, I felt as though events would come and I would be powerless to stop them. I quickly turned around. That was when I felt as though I had punched, while feeling a burning sensation.
I went down on my knees, but I didn't know why. What happened? Why couldn't I breathe? I heard a shriek, and then reality poured into my mind. That's was when I felt pain in my ribcage that was so sharp, and so intense, I couldn't think about anything but the pain. I looked down at the front of my uniform, and I saw a small red blot blossoming in the fabric. I was bleeding.
I suddenly felt dizzy, and the world faded, and I felt a pair of arms holding me before I collapsed down, sprawled upon the sidewalk. I could hear voices, but no words. Comforting voices that reminded me of being comforted as a small child.
"...We'll get some help, don't worry..."
Was this dying? I couldn't tell, but my mind felt like it was trapped in the inertia of the moment, and failed to release me into the comforts of unconsciousness. I heard voices, gasps and screaming, but they sounded like they were in another world. All the color drained from the world. I felt sick, and I couldn't breathe.
I felt like I was falling, falling from the realities of the living world...
Chapter 4:
“Hey. Hey, wake up.”
I heard a small voice in the soft comforts of unconsciousness. I felt a slight jab of annoyance. Leave me alone, I thought, I'm sleepy. Unfortunately, my telepathic complaint was ignored, and the origin of the small voice started to poke me.
“Sharon, don't poke her. She just had major surgery. Let her wake up herself.”
“She's not waking. Perhaps I should get Healer Laurel for the smelling salts? Or perhaps one of Alastor's dirty socks, if that's not strong enough.”
“Sharon.”
“Alright, alright...” Sharon said.
I forced myself to open my eyes, and look around. I was in the infirmary wing, back at the Private Administrative building (No visitors allowed), a place I fondly called HQ or The Lodge. Sharon Wright and a higher level administrator, named Luke Alexander were at my bedside. I was propped up by soft, feathery pillows, and realized that I had tubes sticking into my nose and needles stuck into my arm. What happened? I tried recalling the evens that led up to me ending up here, but too drugged up to think clearly.
“What happened...?” I said.
“You got shot in the chest. Everyone thought you were going to die because you didn't stop bleeding and people were afraid you got shot in the heart and stuff. You had shattered ribs, and a collapsed lung, but you're better now, I think. The doctors put your ribs back together, stopped the bleeding and inflated your lung,” Sharon explained.
I tried to recall what happened. Humid day. A report. Then the feeling that I was punched. Then what? My drowsy mind couldn't hold on to the details, and I decided to forget about it until I wasn't so stoned on morphine.
“What about the guy who shot me? And the reports...” I asked.
“The sniper got away before we could apprehend him or her, and I finished the reports. Don't worry about 'em, I got your back,” Sharon said.
I bit back disappointment, and tried to rise from my bed. Luke gently held me down and said, “Rest. You just had surgery and you need to heal. Go back to sleep. Temere will not burst into flames with you resting for a week.”
I gave a little smile and relaxed. My eyes were drifting shut, but something bothered me. Something important, but I couldn't remember what it was.
Then I remembered.
“Oh my Gosh. Sharon! Luke! We've been leaked!”
“What?”
I struggled from my bed, but Luke then held me down, and said “Not now. You need rest.”
“No, I gotta tell you now...it's important...”
“Later. You need to rest.”
“But--”
“Adelaide.” Luke said firmly.
I sighed in defeat, then drifted off to a drugged doze.
Chapter 5
At my insistence, Laurel, the healer who works for us, used her healing powers to accelerate the speed of my own healing—a decision that I most likely won't be doing ever again. I was in intense pain the entire time, drifting in and out of consciousness. What would normally take up to a month for all my injuries to recover healed in one and a half days. Magic is wonderful, isn't it?
Right after I was discharged, I head straight towards the gathering room. I walked down to a semi-circle of chairs around a fireplace. Great windows showed a breath-taking view of the distant mountains, solid against the horizon. Usually in the summer, everything would be an expanse of green, but for now, it was a brownish gray, with a bright green haze of budding leaves. There were some others sitting around in the seats, in deep discussion about recent events. The surroundings were warm, and had a feeling of comfort that came from great use. The floor was wooden, with an Persian carpet on the floor. The shelf above the fireplace had a dusty fake grapevine with plastic grapes draped over the mantel.
“Guys, I have something to tell you.” I said.
I took a deep breath. After everything that happened, and now this. I wondered if all this up and down moments were the norm, or just dark times that end up snowballing to this.
“We've been leaked. A guy, his name is Liam Rouge. He somehow acquired some confidential material from here, and leaked it out to the furries. I don't know how he got it. Maybe he managed to steal it. Maybe someone leaked it to him, but I'm going to chase him down and ask him.” I showed what was leaked, and then there was an awkward silence that laid heavily on our hearts.
My Tze-Ei, the administrator of all of Temere, named William Tanreall, looked at all of us, and said, “Guys, we're not supposed to leak anything. Hapshant told us not to.” Hapshant, or James Hapshant was the Gran-Dai of Fossoars, the supreme ruler.
I bit my lip, but I didn't say anything. The person next to me, a man in his mid-twenties with startling red eyes and bronze colored hair. He had a strange name, Alastor Talugara. He said, “This lack of faith and breach of trust is disturbing...” he mused, brow scrunched together in intense concentration.
If I had a beard, I would of stroked it by then. The only people who were able to actually take information from the Lodge and release it to the public was the Administration. I didn't like this thought, because it meant that there was someone we couldn't trust. I looked at everyone who was gathered here, and in my heart, I knew I trusted everyone in the administration. I had to.
A quiet man with black hair, leaning over the back of William Tanreall's chair said, “Well, this was a raw leak. Someone, one of us, gave that post to Liam for the sole purpose of making drama. You can't show a certain group of people that little post unless you meant to kick up a [profanity="shit"]storm.”
“You sure it's one of us?” asked Alastor.
“It has to be. Nobody else has access to the Lodge and Archives.”
“I'm not sure if I like that answer very much,” I said quietly.
I heard someone sigh behind me. I turned around, and it was the Gran-Dai, James Hapshant. He had dark hair that was badly in need of a haircut, a bony facial structure with a long nose, was tall, eyes the color of ice, and radiated power and filled the room with his presence.
I stood up to leave. Now that the Gran-Dai and the others were informed, there was nothing left to do. Some of us were already leaving to do something else, whether to sit around or go back to work. I walked towards the bulletin board which had some slightly faded summary of guidelines and newspaper clippings tacked onto the cork of the board, but I noticed a small message pinned to a corner of the bulletin board that differed from the riffraff. A note stating that someone named 'Antonio Solwren' was coming back from his extended leave, to administrate, or moderate again.
I was interested about him coming back, and curious about him too, since I had read his name many times in the Archives. Maybe I'll like this Antonio Solwren person.
Chapter 6
I went down for dinner at the Mess Hall. The mess hall looked like a small buffet restaurant, with a decent choice of food. I took the soup of the day, potato soup, along with bread to dip with. I ate slowly, tasting the velvety and savory soup, and the soft bread, soaked with it. I was alone, however, I saw the Administrator of Temere, William Tanreall. He was that kind of no nonsense guy, forever busy, and had his way of laying down justice that made him disliked in Temere.
I finished my meal, and head towards the sleeping areas. They were separated by gender; the girl's rooms opened up to a large, recreational room, with a large wooden floor, comfortable couches, and a flat screen TV, and a huge library of games and books. To the right were private shower stalls, and to the left was a room where you could rest if you wanted to.
I traveled to the right, feeling like I needed to wash away the memory of the day. I walked into one of the shower rooms, closed the door and locked it. Then I removed all of my clothing, leaving them on the floor right outside the washroom in a haphazard pile, then stepped into the shower itself. I turned on the shower, letting the gentle spray of water wash over me. Letting my inner pain, my unappreciation, which was like a dark, evil weight on my soul, wash away, and pour down the curves of my body and into the water drain.
I lathered up, scrubbed away the brownish-orange smear over my chest where I had my surgery, and rinsed away the soap suds, then stepped out of the shower. I looked into the mirror, which showed the top half of my naked body. I noticed the little things about myself: The fading scars at my chest and shoulder, my small, yet firm breasts, the length of my shoulders, which looked much more broader with my wet hair plastered against my body. I was short and stocky, yet pretty in my own right, I suppose. I opened the door a bit to reach where I placed my clothing, now replaced with a fluffy, warm towel, my undergarments, which have been washed and dried by unseen hands, and a blue cotton t-shirt and navy drawstring shorts. I quickly dried off, slid on the warm clothing, and stepped out of the steamy bathroom.
I was exhausted and getting sleepy from the warmth. I didn't really care much about the developing events surrounding the leak. All I really wanted to do was to slip into a comfortable bed, and let the blanket of sleep smother away my worries.
I entered the sleeping room, which was a fairly large room, lit with a dim, golden light. Pushed to the walls were these long, bench-like ottomans, accented with pillows and cushions. Soft pallets were on the ground, and there were a few hammocks hanging around.
I collapsed on a choice hammock, and gently drifted off to sleep.
Dawn came, and I awoke. On one of the ottomans, lay my uniform, armor and weapons.
My uniform was black, and consisted of a jacket with an inner, soft lining with a hood, a long-sleeved shirt underneath, and slacks, all tailored to be comfortable and for combat. I slipped on the shirt and slacks, before pulling over my head my Kevlar vest, and strapping it on. I wore my jacket over, and tied on a yellow sash around my waist, underneath said jacket. I then strapped on my wrist guards, which covered everything from my palm and back of my hand up to my elbow, only leaving my fingers and thumb exposed. I put on my boots, which had these braces on them to protect me from getting hurt from long falls.
I sheathed my weapons. Knives were hidden in my boots, pockets and wrists. I tied on my sheathed sword, a beautiful, crafted jian, or a Chinese straight sword that was forged from iron that originated from a meteorite. We call it, and similar weapons 'banhammers', although the name was purely metaphorical. The banhammer was the main weapon of a moderator; an extension of self. I sheathed my sword, and tied it to my sash.
Finally, I put on my helmet, a black, bulletproof thing with a small visor that covered my eyes.
I quickly ate a small breakfast, and left the lodge, intent on finding and interrogating Liam Rouge. My walking led me to where I last saw him, the meeting place for all the furries.
I saw him, talking with people that possibly be his friends. I didn't care if they were his friends or not, all I needed was to talk to him, and find some answers.
I walked towards the circle of people, wondering how I what I would say. However, that wasn't necessary.
He looked at me and smiled, all easy going.
Then, he ran.
I was stunned for the tiniest moment, then I ran after him, letting the natural spring of the braces on my legs propel me faster. He turned, and ran out from the forum, taking the smaller, maze like alleyways to try to lose me. I felt the trill of adrenaline, I could hear my heart pounding, as I tried to make my legs move faster. I needed to make him stop!
I took a deep breath, and started to release pulses of magic towards him, in hopes of blasting him, and stunning him long enough for me to interrogate him. However, like the reflexes of a cat, he dodge every one of them, then paused at a pile of crates and large cans, then pulled the pile over, scattering the boxes. I was about 10 feet away from him, when the boxes made be hesitate for a moment. I lost my footing, and I fell over, my unprotected chin banging on the gray asphalt, which stung a lot, and I thought that I scraped it for a moment. I jumped up, and continued my pursuit, but the pain in my chin was bothering me.
He turned, still running down the alleyway. I was panting hard, but I pressed on. I held my hand out, and molded my magic for a lightning sphere attack. This time, I focused on striking my target, instead of haphazardly trying to hit something. I released the lightning, which hit right on Liam, who stumbled, froze for a moment, then collapsed.
In one movement, I grabbed him up by the collar, lifted him upright and rammed him back-first onto the concrete wall that lined these alleys. In the same movement, I unsheathed one of my knives, slightly poking the soft flesh under his chin. I started to ask questions.
“Where did you get that information? What do you want from us? Who are you working for, if you're working for someone? Why are you doing this?” As I rapid-fired questioned, I tried to keep my uncertainty and fear from entering my voice. I trained my eyes to meet Liam Rouge's cocky expression, which I wanted to slap.
He smiled that cocky grin, then answered, “How can I be honest if the moderation team isn't honest?” he then laughed at my face, making me angrier; I could feel the heat rising in my face. He kept on laughing, up to the point where I wanted to blast him to ashes. He kept on laughing when I jerked for a moment, and the blade's tip broke through his skin, letting a drop of crimson blood run down the blade.
He laughed as he froze for a moment, then started twitching and foaming at the mouth. He kept laughing as his eyes rolled up and blood started to run from the corner of his mouth. I let him go, disgusted, and he slumped to the floor, still twitching. Oh God, what was happening?
His laughter was frozen on his face as he died.
I let his body slide down the ground. For a moment I was stunned—everything was happening too fast for my brain to process. The voice from my communicator snapped me out of my stupor. Suddenly everything made a lot more sense.
“Adelaide, what's going on there?” It was Leo, another global moderator.
“Liam's dead, and I didn't get anything useful from him.”
“Doesn't matter anymore, get back to base for another briefing,” he said.
“Doesn't matter? Why's that?” I asked.
I heard some shuffling over my earpiece, and Sharon's voice, “We found out who did it.”
I felt a horrible sinking feeling in my chest, perhaps I didn't really want to know who done it. Didn't really want to know who betrayed us.
“It was Peter.”
END OF PART 1
"Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight." - Rossiter W. Raymond
Part 2: Our Sun Bird
It isn't easy to be a moderator. You slave away for hours, days, only to see your hard work get wiped away by some unscrupulous troublemakers, completely oblivious to the hard work you've done. Then, when you clean up the mess and reprimand the troublemakers, all you get is [profanity="shit"] thrown at your face. It doesn't matter if you neglected yourself, or your family or your friends to moderate. It doesn't matter if you poured your heart and soul into the work you've done. It doesn't matter to the populace at all.
After all your work, all the people say to you is, “[profanity="fuck"] off.”
I have to thank my comrades, who work just as hard as I do, who suffer as much as I do, who die bit by bit inside as I do.
The Administrators. I trust them. When I questioned my importance, they looked at me in the eye, and told me the the unadulterated truth. I loved them for the trust, and the sense of community and comradeship that they gave me. The trust, the faith, the loyalty and the honest words of, “You do a great job,” but most of all, the satisfaction of a job well done; that heals the heart, resurrects the soul, and keeps us going, just until the sun rises, and the birds migrate back.
But then there was Peter Hawkfire.
No matter how many times I heard the details, how many times I heard the story, I could never figure out why Peter would do this.
I never knew why Peter hated me.
What photos I found, there were more, hidden away, stashed aside, so other Temerians from old Deichato could come and s[profanity="nigger"] behind my back, discussing my shortcomings, discussing my failures.
I hated them all.
Chapter 7:
Back at base, I immediately was briefed by my Tze-Ei, William Tanreall in one of the lounges, looking out towards the rounded mountains that border Fossoara.
“I want you to go the Industrial Sector of the Historical district, and terminate that sniper. They pose a threat to the safety of my team and the civilian population. You'll be going in as the counter-sniper, and you'll have a spotter too.”
“You want me to go to the Industrial Sector, and shoot some idiot.”
“Yes.”
“You want me. To go shoot someone. Me. Kill.”
“Yes.”
“...Let me pause here to let it sink in on how ridiculous that sounded,” I said.
Willian Tanreall gave an exasperated gesture, before saying, “I'd do it myself, but I'm busy. That pile of paperwork isn't going to fill out itself, and I've got to fill out Sharon's release forms too. As I can see it, you're not doing anything at the moment, and in reality, your marksmanship isn't that shabby.”
I hesitated. Tanreall didn't compliment me often, but he gave me an independence and trust in my skills and experience that I realized that I've taken for granted. Perhaps he is right, and I really wanted to go on the mission anyways.
“Alright. I accept. Now, who's my spotter? And what do you mean by signing Sharon's release forms?” I asked, crossing my arms and giving Tanreall a small scowl, so not to give him the satisfaction of making me do what he wanted.
“Antonio Solwren. He should be in his study right now, and I'm writing Sharon's release forms because I'm retiring her. She's going to college in America.” Tanreall said.
“Sharon's going to college? But then Joseph and I would be the only ones left to moderate Temere!” I exclaimed.
“Joseph told me that he quit. Now go and tell Antonio about his job. He should be in his study, down the hall and to the left. Now go.” Tanreall released me and shooed me out of the room.
I was frozen for a second. If Sharon and Joseph were retiring, that would mean that I would be the only moderator for Temere. The thought was horrifying yet exhilarating at the same time. It would be so much work, but amazing at the same time. I wanted to show the world that I could step up to the challenge.
I walked down one of the corridors of the Lodge, then turned to the left, when I saw that one of the doors was ajar. I peered in, and saw a man leaning downwards with a dusting cloth, dusting a room which had the feel of disuse. He looked up at me and smiled. “Heya,” he said. He was Caucasian, with dark hair, light skin, and wide eyes. He was young, probably only few years older than me, and had an aura of power surrounding him that I couldn't exactly explain.
“What'cha doing?” I asked.
“I'm cleaning. You can come in if you like.” the guy said. I stepped in the room and took a good look around. It was just large enough to fit an office desk, 2 bookshelves, a filing cabinet, a very small trunk and a small fold-away camping cot, which was folded up at this moment, but still have enough space to pace around. Everything was fit in very snugly, but also had a layer of dust, as if nobody had used the room for a long time.
“What's your name? And how did you come here?” I said while looking around. The bookshelves were filled with textbooks on magic, books on history, books on warfare and paperback novels. I wanted to see what was in the file cabinets, but that felt too nosy of me.
“Antonio Solwren. I'm back from an extended leave, so Hapshant let me become an administrator again,” he answered. He was wiping off the dust from some picture frames. The first one was of a small boy that looked like a younger version of Antonio with a hispanic-looking woman. Maybe she was his mother.
The second one was a very old group shot of the entire Administration. There were 3 rows of people in formal attire in the photo, with James Hapshant in the first row, with the beautiful Celina on his right side, her long, dirty blonde hair tied up in a knot, her body slender, and looking very militaristic in her uniform. There were other administrators, such as Francine and Ian Clévey, and finally the only two moderators in the photo: Richard and Antonio, standing together. There was a handsome face in the very back. I knew that face. Alordan Crucardus...
“Alordan Crucardus was an administrator?” I asked, shocked. Crucardus was a descendant from the House of An'Domir, the family who once ruled Fossoara back in the 14th to 16th centuries. We all knew him as a very loud critic of the Shaki'Ra-Kun, with a large number of supporters.
Antonio nodded, and explained, “We were desperate for people at that time, so Hapshant hired him at a moment's notice, but he tried to make a quick grab for the title of Gran-Dai. There was a brief struggle for power and influence before he was fired and stripped of all power.”
“He must of not been around for too long,” I mused.
He nodded, and added, “He might have killed the former Daa-Kai, but there's no proof of that.”
“The Daa-Kai?”
“A guy I considered to be the father that I never had.”
I nodded in acknowledgment. What could have been said? Grief cannot be described into words, only shared, and I had my secret sorrows too.
“Oh! I almost completely forgot,” I said, laughing at my brief moment of forgetfulness, the moment of sorrow forgotten, “I came to tell you that my Tze-Ei wanted you to come with me as a spotter in a counter-sniping mission.”
“Alright. I'll go.”
That was easy, I thought. Even though I trusted Solwren's abilities, I had an uneasy feeling about the mission. I glanced at my partner to see if he harbored the same feelings, but I couldn't read his expression. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe my instincts were right after all. Maybe.
Chapter 8:
The morning air still held the chill of the night. My fingers were uncomfortably cold and stiff, and the world unnaturally silent.
The Industrial Sector of the Historical District was mostly filled with crumbling abandoned factories and warehouses—another relic of the past, more specifically the 80s and early 90s. It looked as if the apocalypse had came here and sneezed. I was laying down, stomach hugging the icy floor, squinting through the scope of my .50 caliber rifle, staring at crumbling concrete. Antonio Solwren, my spotter, just a couple of feet away from me was scanning the site, looking for my target.
The minutes that passed by grated on my nerves. I couldn't help but think that somewhere, there could be a person aiming their rifle at me, and I couldn't do anything about it until Solwren saw something.
Not to mention I was hungry. I didn't eat breakfast because of this mission, since I make it a point not to eat before missions where there was a chance I could get seriously hurt, like this one. Tell that to my growling stomach. When I'm hungry, all I can think of is food, and how nice it would be to sink my teeth in a piece of chewy, warm bread dipped in cheese fondue, or perhaps since it's the morning, crêpes wrapped around slices of fresh strawberries and drizzled with strawberry syrup, crispy potato pancakes with warm, cinnamon-y apple sauce, crispy bacon on top of slices of bread, the delicious sweet juice of Korean pears at Chuseok, sizzling steak, roast chicken, with rice, mashed potatoes and a soft, buttery roll...Mmm...
I turned towards Solwren and whispered, “I'm hungry.”
He gave a mysterious smile and said, “Me too.”
I started blathering quietly about the food I wanted to eat, and his expression changed from mysterious to amused. I still was focused on my target however. It takes a mastery of the arts of the cloudcuckoolander to act like you can't string two coherent thoughts together and at the same time juggle two opposing political forces and kick ass at the same time.
I saw some movement, and adjusted my scope to examine it closely. It was a person hiding out in the ruins with a rifle. My target, perhaps?
“Found him,” I whispered.
Solwren turned towards where my gun was pointed at, and after a few moments, he nodded, confirming my target. “It's that guy.”
I took a deep breath. My heart was racing. I had to pull the trigger at the right time, when the target's still vulnerable and before I get cold feet and begin to panic.
I could see his head right between the crosshairs of my scope. One moment...deep breath...two moments...
I pulled the trigger.
The recoil of the rifle dug painfully into my shoulder, distracting me enough so I didn't get to see the fate of my target, which was very well. I rather not see how the people I kill actually die, which was pretty ironic of me.
I relaxed the gun from my grasp, and looked up towards Solwren. “Is he dead?” I asked.
He nodded as he was looking through his binoculars. “Yeah...he is.”
I got up and started disassembling the rifle, getting ready to get back to HQ and possibly have something nice and warm for breakfast, like waffles.
We got up slowly, and Solwren grabbed the heavy bag and slung it across his shoulders. I turned around to glance at the ruins, when something hit me in the face.
The sensation was familiar. The final thoughts, mundane.
I stumbled. Was there hot wetness? Was Solwren really shouting? I couldn't hear his words, or even remember if there were words. I felt the pain. It felt like an explosion, but it was so brief.
I couldn't remember blacking out.
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blakmajik posted a message on [1.2.5] Zeppelin [0.31] [WIP]ZeppelinPosted in: WIP Mods
News!
4/17/2012
0.31 released! Leaves work again!
668,116 downloads! Woot!
Description
Zeppelin is a mod you can use to fly ships around in the Minecraft world. It is not limited to the world grid, but can move freely in space.
An awesome runthrough by GNS.
My old, very old video:
Videos!
New Zeppelin video from BigFatPolarBear
Aether compatible (was) - Watch Neth's awesome video
Install video brought to us by Mine123Crafter!
Nice video from Neth!
A great video brought to us by The Original Minecraft Mod Showcase (with some unfortunate crashes (which are now fixed!))
A nice video by thinwhiteduke89, shows how to craft the controller and steer a ship around.
Video from robbaz :
An interview (of me) done by killthenrun1
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Note: This mod is BETA - There is a good chance it will crash, but is stable enough for people to use now. If you get a crash dump, please post what you were doing, and the crash log in this thread.
Usage
The Controller
Create a craft controller block
Airship moves forward/back, up/down, and can turn. Ship moves forward/back and can turn. Elevator only goes up/down. Turntable only rotates.
Place this block on your 'ship'. The direction you place the block will determine the forward direction for the craft. Right click the block. The craft will be determined. If it is too large, you will get an error. Default max size is 1024 blocks.
Blocks that will not be accepted as part of a ship by default (you can change this - see configuration section):- Air
- Stone
- Grass
- Dirt
- Bedrock
- Water
- Lava
- Sand
- Gravel
- Snow
- Ice
- A few more random things like flowers and mushrooms
The following blocks will be included, but will not chain to other blocks when detecting a ship (you can change this - see configuration section):- Beds
- Ladders
- Plants
- Minecart Rails
- Signs
- Redstone Wire
- Torches
- Buttons/Levels/Plates
- Redstone Repeaters
- Trapdoors
- Melon/Pumpkin Stem
- Lilly Pad
- Nether Wart
- *See config for exact list
8 Increase speed
2 Decrease speed
4 Rotate left
6 Rotate right
5 Stop
+ Ascend
- Descend
* Align to grid
You can configure the controls in your options.txt, see below.
You can control the ship as long as you are standing on it (or near it in some cases).
If you jump off while the ship is in motion, wave goodbye.
Right clicking the controller block will cause the ship to stop, realign to the world grid, and rejoin the world.
The Compass
Create a compass block!
This compass is placed like a regular block, and will point Notch-North (towards the rising sun, at +X)
The Instrumentation
Any sign on an active craft will have the following string transforms done to each line.
#X# - The current X position of the controller.
#Y# - The current Y position of the controller.
#Z# - The current Z position of the controller.
#S# - The forward speed of the craft.
#A# - The current ascent rate of the craft.
#R# - The current rotation rate of the craft.
#H# - The current heading of the craft.
#C# - The ID of the craft.
Additional ideas for this are welcome!
The Remote
A remote control for the Zeppelin controllers!
- Link a remote to a controller via right-clicking it when active.
- Right clicking anything else will tell you the craft it is linked to (message shown in screenshot above).
- If you have a remote in your hand, you can control the remote ship with the normal controls.
- If you are on a ship, and have a remote in your hand, you control the remote ship, and not then ship you are on, so you can make hanger doors and stuff without giving commands to both ships at once.
- #C# sign will tell you the ID of the ship.
- Remote linkages persist across saves.
- You can have multiple remotes for one craft.
Download
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.5.0.31.zip (Adfly) MD5 A34F100C426EBA6711B6B20CDAE69C1D
*Installation of 0.31 requires you to extract wu.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.5.0.31.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.2.5.0.31.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 65C039004BBCB61C10D548C4DB48D3F4
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.5.0.30.zip (Adfly) MD5 4E0CE98C9F8769FD3CE2831B94DA6694
*Installation of 0.30 requires you to extract wu.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.5.0.30.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.2.5.0.30.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 65C039004BBCB61C10D548C4DB48D3F4
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.4.0.29.zip (Adfly) MD5 D9FE5CB97EA6208ECCE4CFC3FA91900E
*Installation of 0.29 requires you to extract wu.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.4.0.29.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.2.4.0.29.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 5AF28E882A912B9625DD4F7BCF10D5DE
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.3.0.28.zip (Adfly) MD5 4567EFD6A9716E4A3FB688089F69A2BF
*Installation of 0.28 requires you to extract wq.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.3.0.28.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.2.3.0.28.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 30A192F540BBEDE220EA753E591322FC
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.3.0.27.zip (Adfly) MD5 2DF0D9F80D24A933B9118AD303AD1344
*Installation of 0.27 requires you to extract wq.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.2.3.0.27.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.2.3.0.27.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 30A192F540BBEDE220EA753E591322FC
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.1.0.0.26.zip (Adfly) MD5 5132FC0B102D6545B836F2F04F029FF8
*Installation of 0.26 requires you to extract vi.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.1.0.0.26.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.1.0.0.26.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 2DCE55C39EABAC30BD81E917C900DC89
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.1.0.0.25.zip (Adfly) MD5 F0503DE667229A1C3DA9753BC95D5A23
*Installation of 0.25 requires you to extract vi.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.1.0.0.25.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.1.0.0.25.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 2DCE55C39EABAC30BD81E917C900DC89
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.1.0.0.24.zip (Adfly) MD5 B1A18BB21672F88A2FCE23AB9E165B02
*Installation of 0.24 requires you to extract vi.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.1.0.0.24.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.1.0.0.24.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 2DCE55C39EABAC30BD81E917C900DC89
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.23.zip (Adfly) MD5 C8313329348F64E31C7465981A16D1B0
*Installation of 0.23 requires you to extract c.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.23.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.0.0.0.23.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 61F52602DE5A8C74F209D13A688A9B94
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.22.zip (Adfly) MD5 70F3FC8A28E563EB6381740CE16C96A9
*Installation of 0.22 requires you to extract c.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.22.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.0.0.0.22.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 61F52602DE5A8C74F209D13A688A9B94
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.21.zip (Adfly) MD5 732AEDF971AD0780C4650714021BD5E1
*Installation of 0.21 requires you to extract c.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.21.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.0.0.0.21.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 61F52602DE5A8C74F209D13A688A9B94
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.20.zip (Adfly) MD5 6B5ED7A456330ABA9ACA5D0C73B98BAC
*Installation of 0.20 requires you to extract c.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.20.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.0.0.0.20.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 61F52602DE5A8C74F209D13A688A9B94
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.19.zip (Adfly) MD5 392803DB9E5AEAA1827E562F740A709A
*Installation of 0.19 requires you to extract c.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.0.0.0.19.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.0.0.0.19.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 61F52602DE5A8C74F209D13A688A9B94
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.18.zip (Adfly) MD5 3A4867EEC6B203D9333BB28FDD90C9A8
*Installation of 0.18 requires you to extract rp.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.18.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-guiControls-1.8.1.0.18.zip (optional) (Adfly) MD5 E04CA4B70F36FC5D8185D31BDBCFEC57
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.17.zip (Adfly) MD5 E80F8CF16555FC3DF8F8D34538633E92
*Installation of 0.17 requires you to extract rp.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.17.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.16.zip (Adfly) MD5 33BA77CE12C5B5089F720CA6191D4C4B
*Installation of 0.16 requires you to extract rp.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.16.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.15.zip (Adfly) MD5 0F83936FF5E089BF72113ECCD3EB8FF3
*Installation of 0.15 requires you to extract rp.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.15.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.14.zip (Adfly) MD5 EBBDD154AE97A3545DDA47287A45C148
*Installation of 0.14 requires you to extract rp.class from the mod_Zeppelin-client-1.8.1.0.14.zip and place it in your minecraft.jar.
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.13.zip (Adfly) MD5 5CB7DAECC9482C2904D3335F49541BC6
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.12.zip (Adfly) MD5 BEAF37139A090E5ED119BDC9A3E86AEA
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.11.zip (Adfly) MD5 CCDB6AFA0D4FAA84F6176FFB0822DF77
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.10.zip (Adfly) MD5 E6CE76FD85D45F5A367E06DD78252EE8
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.9.zip (Adfly) MD5 49AEAA09FE98279772BD4B6DEE6DE698
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.8.zip (Adfly) MD5 B2177D110C2DA1CCD5977E457FA22ACF
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.7.zip (Adfly) MD5 FE7091A1C52261DEC30D1252423114C3
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.6.zip (Adfly) MD5 3AC37D4A1C7B84FA48E3A54B99FA1C23
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.5.zip (Adfly) MD5 A209D259BB7AB1055605219CE5BA0871
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.4.zip (Adfly) MD5 7B0C974BC4997E75CD179502354D2B71
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.3.zip (Adfly) MD5 B424D36B6516DC2C86F032D49465A808
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.2.zip (Adfly) MD5 BCBB86C34DAD8481C23DB83718CC0516
mod_Zeppelin-client-1.7.3.0.1.zip (Adfly) MD5 34900889907507B3D327B420DD328124
Installation
This mod requires ModLoader!- Install ModLoader
- Place Zeppelin-client-&--#60;version&--#62;.zip in the /mods/ folder.
- (0.14+ only) Extract the specified class from mod_Zeppelin-client.zip, and put it in your minecraft.jar
- Done!
- (1.0.0 for Mac)
- (old)
- (old)
- (old)
Known Working
- TMI
- Cart Mod
- CCTV (craft controls will fail)
The configuration file can be found in your minecraft folder under /config/mod_Zeppelin.cfg. If it does not exist it will be created at runtime. These configuration settings are currently implemented, along with their defaults:
block.controller.id = 195
This is the controller block ID
block.compass.id = 196
This is the compass block ID
zeppelin.max_craft_size = 1024
This is the maximum size the controller will attempt to detect. Larger craft are slower, so this depends on how fast your computer is.
zeppelin.disallowed_blocks = 1,2,3,8,9,10,11,12,13,30,31,32,37,38,39,40,51,52,59,78,79,87,88,90
A comma separated list of blocks the controller will skip when searching for a craft. See wiki for ID listing. Air and Bedrock are always skipped.
zeppelin.nofollow_blocks = 6,27,28,30,31,32,50,51,55,59,63,65,66,68,69,70,72,75,76,77,93,94,96,104,105,111,115
A comma separated list of blocks the controller will include, but not continue searching past. (think minecart rails on an elevator, you dont want to pick up the whole track, just the part on the elevator).
zeppelin.diagonal_connections = false
Allows diagonal search for the controller block. Do not connect your floors diagonally, you can fall out.
zeppelin.render_distance = 128
Max distance for rendering the ship. Do not increase unless you have a good reason.
zeppelin.accurate_player_on_craft = true
Selection of player detection method. True = new accurate method. False = old box method.
zeppelin.update_properties_on_mod_update = true
If true, config file will be updated when the mod updates.
zeppelin.print_flight_text = true
This can be used to disable the in-flight status text, if you only want to use the instrumentation signs.
zeppelin.keyboard_repeat_rate = 150
This is the value in milliseconds for the keyboard repeat rate (how often it presses when you hold it down). If you set this to 0, it works like it did prior to 0.22.
zeppelin.dynamic_lighting = false
Enable this for full lighting effects (light in real world will light up Zeppelin craft, Zeppelin will darken when entering caves)
zeppelin.minimal_sprites = false
Enable this so Zeppelin only uses 1 terrain sprite index for the controller.
Meta Rotation
The block rotation database is located in /config/MetaRotation/Vanilla.meta. If you would like to add rotation support for another block (ie buildcraft) you can create another .meta file in this directory, and it will be automatically included. If you create entries, please post them and I will add them to the section here so we can get a nice database going.
The following spoiler contains any MetaRotation data that people create for other mods. If you change the block ID, you will have to update it. But the : meta numbers will be the same. Take the chunks you want, and put them in a .meta file in your /config/MetaRotation/ directory.
;;;; AdvancedMaps
; Map frame.
201:2 -&--#62; 201:4 -&--#62; 201:3 -&--#62; 201:5 -&--#62; 201:2
Release Notes
1.2.5.0.31
- Fixed crash with leaves and a few other blocks from 0.30
- 1.2.5 support!
- 1.2.4 support!
- Fixed dispensers firing fireballs sideways
- Fixed world height &--#62; 128 bug.
- Better dispenser action! Doesn't fire sideways anymore!
- Turrets and other 'stationary' entities should stop floating upwards.
- Works much better with Djoslin's cannonpowder mod.
- You can now set the compass or remote ID to -1 to disable them (therefore consuming no block IDs or sprites)
- Added minimal_sprites option for people strapped for terrain sprites.
- Signs rotate properly again.
- 1.2.3 support!
- Fixed crashes when removing blocks from bottom of craft.
1.1.0.0.26- Added Netherrack and Soul Sand to default disallowed list.
- No more getting pulled off the ship.
- Lighting!
- Readdition of the dynamic_lighting config option. Enable this to get full lighting effects (torches/etc in the world will light up Zeppelins as they move past).
- Some alignment issues fixed.
- Several optimizations for large craft.
- Redstone signals should propagate better on ships.
- Rejoining world should no longer drop you through the floor.
- 1.1 Support!
- Fixed grabby ships (accurate player detection)
- Dispensers fire! But dispensers can't be broken in flight, and you can't use their inventory in flight.
- Improved world faking.
- Fixed keypresses incrementing by 2 when first pressing.
- You can now hold down multiple keys.
- You should no longer get a broken stack in your inventory when placing the last item in a stack.
- You should no longer be able to place a block where there is already a smaller block.
- Dispensers should no longer fire two items at once. This should also fix some other bugs with pistons.
- You can now hold down keys instead of having to press every time.
- Added configurable repeat rate for keys.
- Huge mushrooms actually work this time.
- Fixed vines and leaves crashing ship.
- Fixed buttons not rotating
- Fixed player moving too fast when ship is in motion.
- Fixed player moving slow and wierd when ship is in motion.
- Fixed some disappearing (I hope).
- Added huge mushroom rotation data.
- Fixed torches and doors crashing ship.
- Fixed signs not rendering.
- Fixed some of TMI's issues (still has extra Unnamed blocks)
- Fixed stack overflow when placing items sometimes.
- Added config option for remote item ID.
- 1.0.0 support!
- Remote control added. See OP for details.
- Several crashes fixed.
- Added #C# for identification of craft.
- Optional guiControls download to fix the "Done" button in controls. (NOT REQUIRED to play zeppelin)
- Sounds work again.
- You should no longer get glued to blocks.
- Controller should no longer get stuck activated.
- Sign instrumentation panels added! See op.
- Config added to turn off in flight text if you only want to use instrumentation.
- Compass block added! See op.
- Several acheivements and statistics added.
- Y_limit removed and detected automatically instead.
- Crafts are more 'grabby' and should prevent you from falling off as much.
- Craft will no longer align to grid if this would cause them to clip inside other blocks.
- Furnaces work.
- Pistons work as long as they are above the controller Y.
- Many other mod blocks will maintain state now, but are non-interactable.
- Ships should no longer disappear.
- Saplings and other small objects should no longer crash the game when attached to a craft.
- Redstone breaks in one hit, no longer shows tnt texture.
- Craft can be deactivated with redstone.
- All .meta files in /.minecraft/ are now found and included.
- .meta entries found in files override vanilla ones.
- Clicking on a ship with no item in your hand will no longer crash the game.
- Improved rotation collisions
- Added vanilla rotation for rails and vines
- Fixed issue with blocks forgetting metadata when destroyed
- No-follow blocks config introduced.
- Correct amount of items is dropped when destroying a block.
- Chests now have 1.8 animations, and no longer lose contents.
- Signs keep text
- New turntable controller added!
- Crafts now collide when rotating instead of noclipping into objects.
- Fixed crash with saplings/grass/mushrooms
- Support for custom rotation data
- 1.8.1 support!
- You can place blocks on active craft
- Craft no longer twitches
- Paintings don't fall off
- Improved collisions and general position detection for many things
- Major FPS improvements
- Craft which are too large now say how many blocks were detected (up to 8*max size)
- Redstone support!
- Cakes, beds, slowsand and farmland collide (almost) correctly. Beds and cakes now work.
- Block max damage now based on hardness (and breaking animations!)
- Improved craft detect option
- Added config option for craft detect method
- Improved grabbing and collision.
- Visible selection box
- Sounds
- Most tile entities will retain their data now
- Added render distance config option.
- Rewrote render class to use built in minecraft calls.
- Pistons and dispensers now retain their orientation and inventory (dispensers) during flight.
- Craft-Craft collisions disabled in favour of faster game. This will be fixed in the future.
- Half-bed and Half-door bug should be fixed.
- Craft duplication should be fixed.
- "Craft Controller" split into three blocks. Airship Controller, Ship Controller, Elevator Controller. See recipes above.
- New crafting recipes for the three blocks.
- Added reverse speed of -1.
- Speed changed to range from -1 to 20 (old 10 is the new 20).
- Workbenches work during flight.
- Chests work during flight, and across saves.
- Fixed stair direction rendering.
- Fixed fence rendering thanks to nudurandal!
- Added / to beginning of texture path to support re-texturing.
- Align to grid no longer stops the craft.
- Added config option for diagonal connections.
- Added config option for upper Y limit.
- TNT no longer crashes the game.
- Align to grid will now align entities on the ship as well.
- Players should no longer fall through the blocks.
- Items should no longer duplicate.
- Stairs collide like slabs for now.
- The controller will no longer cause a stack overflow if it hits lava.
- Craft will now ascend with items on board (dropped items or minecarts/boats)
- Craft are less 'grabby' about players near them.
- Controller block rotation fixed (again).
- Controller block can be activated via redstone signals.
- Blocks on active craft can be attacked and destroyed. This means they are vulnerable to all attacks, player, TNT, arrows, etc.
- TNT can be activated with right click when part of a craft.
- Slabs work
- Rotation of blocks! The following blocks rotate correctly:
- Controller
- Stairs (wrong while flying, correct when reentering the world)
- Torches
- Ladders
- Levers
- Doors
- Buttons
- Pumpkins
- Signs (on walls) (still get erased)
- Beds
- Redstone repeaters
- Trapdoors
- Holes should no longer appear in craft when returning to the grid &--#62;.&--#62;
- Configuration option - zeppelin.default_lighting - can be used to disable lighting on craft to speed up rendering. See op.
- Active craft now save across sessions! Yay!
- Controller block is activated and deactivated with right click. It no longer auto-destroys.
- Default block ID changed to 195 to better fit with Aether.
- Fixed the player shifting when ship is rotating.
- Implemented directional controller block. The placement of the block determines the front of the craft.
- New controller block texture, brough to us by Aoefanatic! Thanks!
- Some optimizations to make things a bit faster
- Configuration file for settings now in /config/mod_Zeppelin.cfg. See configuration section for details.
- Removed cobblestone from disallowed list
- Fixed renderCraftEntity:28 crashes
- Removed ModLoaderMP requirement
- Increased maximum craft size to 1024
- Torches/Doors/Ladders etc no longer crash. They are invisble and non-collidable on active craft, but successfully reintegrate when the craft rejoins the world.
- Initial release
Known Issues- You can walk through walls sometimes
- Pistons only work if they are higher than the controller.
Torches emit no light, neither does glowstone.- Players can sometimes fail to collide horizontally with blocks when the ship is rotating
- Bounding boxes are grid aligned even during rotation.
- Water is crazy. Stay away from it. Submarines are not possible yet.
- Pressure plates do not power redstone.
Controller disappears randomly. Placing a block causes it to reappear.Ship can vanish and disappear at a previous location.Signs not rotating properly.Issues with redstone signal propagation through repeaters- Creative doesn't work properly.
- SMP!!!!!
- Ships consume fuel (configurable)
- Crashing the ship at high speed will cause blocks to break
- Larger ships are slower to accelerate and turn (configurable?)
- More complicated (and expensive) recipe
- Momentum
Q: What is the block ID for the controller?
A: Block ID 195 by default in version 0.5 and higher (165 for 0.1 through 0.4).
Q: How can I change the controls?
A: Either use the in game control editor, or edit the options.txt in your .minecraft folder (Start-&--#62;Run-&--#62;%appdata%/.minecraft/). The numbers for the keys are scancodes, which you can find here. Minecraft's config.txt requires DECIMAL scancodes. NOT hex. Picture!
Here's a different control scheme based on arrow keys, pgup/pgdn, home/end.
key_craft.right:205
key_craft.stop:207
key_craft.backward:208
key_craft.down:209
key_craft.forward:200
key_craft.left:203
key_craft.align:199
key_craft.up:201
Q: But the "Done" button is in the way! How can I change the controls in game?
A: Download the guiControls fix in the Downloads section. Put the file in your minecraft.jar, and then the "Done" button will move when you resize the window.
Q: I can only move up and down! Help!
A: Make sure your NUMLOCK is on! If you don't know what that is, google it!
Q: I get a black screen and no crash dump, what can I do?
A: If you get the black screen with no error, create the following batch file file (or put it in your start-&--#62;run)
java -Xms512m -Xmx1024m -cp "%APPDATA%\.minecraft\bin\minecraft.jar;%APPDATA%\.minecraft\bin\jinput.jar;%APPDATA%\.minecraft\bin\lwjgl.jar;%APPDATA%\.minecraft\bin\lwjgl_util.jar" -Djava.library.path="%APPDATA%\.minecraft\bin\natives" net.minecraft.client.Minecraft
You should now get a command prompt with all the java messages, and minecraft should start. When it crashes, this window should have your stacktrace.
Q: Why can't I use block X?
A: You can try! See the configuration section above.
Q: Aether/modblah doesn't work!
A: Check for a block ID conflict in your modloader.txt
Q: I have an error report that says "avax.imageio.IIOException: Error reading PNG metadata"
A: Make sure you have the latest version of java. If that still doesn't fix it, post the error report.
Q: Can you make a Bukkit / Spout version?
A: No. SMP will be ModloaderMP.
Q: Can you make this compatible with MineCraft Forge?
A: It is compatible! Zeppelin is not dependent on forge, but will work alongside any forge mod you have.
Q: Where is OPTIONS.txt?
A: In the %APPDATA%/.minecraft/ folder on windows, or in &--#60;user&--#62;/Library/Application Support/minecraft for OS X.
Q: I can't find the controller in creative mode!
A: Creative is not supported yet. You can probably craft the controller like normal, but I don't know if it will fly.
Q: My question wasn't in here!
A: Make a post! Start it with 'I read the OP but...' and please state what version of the mod you are having issues with. If you ask a question that was answered in this post, I will not answer you!
Mod License
Zeppelin ( "the software" )
Copyright © 2011, Patrick "blakmajik" Wilkerson ( "the copyright holders" )
All rights reserved.
Contact:
E-Mail: &--#60;[email protected]&--#62;
Minecraftforum.net: &--#60;blakmajik&--#62;
Minecraft.net: &--#60;blakmajik&--#62;
Note:
Due to the copyright notation of Mojang AB, the copyright holders of minecraft, any modification is the intellectual property of the authors of the modification, as long as you don´t mark original modified or non modified minecraft files as your own.
See also: http://minecraft.net/copyright.jsp
Terms:
"Decompilation" means the translation of binary forms of the software into source forms of the software with or without the help of programs (including, but not limited to, decompilers).
1. The use of the software in binary forms without any modification is permitted.
1.1 Copying the software in binary forms without any modification for private purposes is permitted. Do not publish without a written permission of the copyright holders.
2. Redistribution of the software in source or binary forms, with or without modification, is only permitted with a written permission by the copyright holders.
3. Modification of the software in source or binary forms is only permitted with a written permission by the copyright holders.
4. Reading the source code of the software is only permitted with a written permission by the copyright holders or a special permission.
4.1 A special permission is automatically achieved, when the usage of the source code of the software is only for private, non commercial, reference purposes. (Including, but not limited to, learning, inspiration)
4.2 Copying the source code of the software is only permitted with a written permission by the copyright holders.
5. Decompilation of the binary files of the software is only permitted with a written permission by the copyright holders or a special permission.
5.1 A special permission is automatically achieved, when the usage of the decompiled source code is only for private, non commercial, reference purposes. (Including, but not limited to, learning, inspiration)
THIS SOFTWARE IS PROVIDED BY THE COPYRIGHT HOLDERS AND CONTRIBUTORS "AS IS" AND
ANY EXPRESS OR IMPLIED WARRANTIES, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, THE IMPLIED
WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY AND FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE ARE
DISCLAIMED. IN NO EVENT SHALL THE COPYRIGHT HOLDERS BE LIABLE FOR ANY
DIRECT, INDIRECT, INCIDENTAL, SPECIAL, EXEMPLARY, OR CONSEQUENTIAL DAMAGES
(INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, PROCUREMENT OF SUBSTITUTE GOODS OR SERVICES;
LOSS OF USE, DATA, OR PROFITS; OR BUSINESS INTERRUPTION) HOWEVER CAUSED AND
ON ANY THEORY OF LIABILITY, WHETHER IN CONTRACT, STRICT LIABILITY, OR TORT
(INCLUDING NEGLIGENCE OR OTHERWISE) ARISING IN ANY WAY OUT OF THE USE OF THIS
SOFTWARE, EVEN IF ADVISED OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE.
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Hello you, I'm sorry to annouce that I've discontinued my work on textures for Minecraft. The major reason is that I'm not playing to the game anymore. A handful of fans are taking up the job where I've left off, check the thread's last pages to see their progress.
What's new :
v1.7
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Compatibility for Minecraft 1.0
New:
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- Water drips
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v1.6
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New:
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- Wooden sword, shovel, pickaxe, axe, hoe
- Wheat item
- Smoke particle (shamelessly copied Doku's)
- Bubble particle
- Critical hits particle
- Lava particle
Modified:
- Iron, diamond and gold hoes now have an even less stupid shape!
- Water droplets
Customizer alts:
- Lantern-like glowstone
- Club-shaped wooden sword
Full changelog
Features
- Blocks 97% done. Some items and mobs, HD font !
- Wild Grass compatible !
- Libre! (licence)
Download
Download | Download through planetminecraft (it helps me)
Mandatory: Patch your game with the MCPatcher. If you don't, you'll get display bugs.
Credits:
JohnSmith for the water and lava animations. Link
Ghost2 for the HD paintings recomposition. Link
Someone unknown, Misa, Sumpumpolis, XSSheep (and myself) for the font.
Old versions
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Credits for the buildings showcased :
The massive medieval buildings were shot on French server supcraft.fr that you can visit but the language is French only.
Recommended stuff
Mods
- Wild grass (there's a SMP Bukkit port btw)
Youtubers (who use my pack, or used it)
- mcKrawll (Tutorials, let's play)
- Gerbalfuzz (Let's play)
- Hatventures (Let's play)
Texture packs
- Johnsmith. I took a lot of inspiration from his pack.
- XSSheep's pack. His RPG pack is like the 16x counterpart of mine
- Glimmar's Steampunk. 32x, very original and detailed
- Steelfeather's Enchanted. 32x, a lot of atmosphere, very imaginative
- Derivation. 32x, well done old school RPG style
Facts
Tools used: Gimp on Ubuntu Linux + old pen tablet (nearly rustic).
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Facelessone001 posted a message on Tales of Malcaran are over. Please Lock and/or Delete this Topic.ArchivedPosted in: Starting Up / Looking For Server
Old stuff (Warning! This is a big spoiler!)
IAmNotKeithStone213 and I have taken a break from lore writing these past few days and have been busy trying to get the style of the server building down. http://imgur.com/a/7cQ38 If you guys like this style, please +1 the post. If you aren't so sure, reply with your input.
-Any and all feedback helps us out a ton!
(Texture pack is Ovo's Rustic Pack. It is the best texture pack in my opinion)
Some Server Lore!
In the beginning, there was only darkness; a cruel, colorless nothing. The dark held nothing, was nothing, but was everything. An everything that in itself, was nothing. There was nothing that could move, live, or be. Yet it is here, in the vast empty nothing, where the first speck of light appeared. Smaller than a grain of sand, denser than what others have now known as a black hole, but brighter than the one sun that we are accustomed to. This newborn light expanded at a speed faster than any human could begin to fathom, and took over what was. Here, in this light, the foundation of this world was born.
Not so much born, but materialized from the living light. After an eternity; the light that had passed it’s time condensed into a sphere, and expanded outward instantaneously. This became the world we live on today. The very soil being decomposed light from the beginning. The light that engulfed the world became day, and everything was covered by the new power of everything that was. At this time, nothing was alive, and nothing but light had ever lived. Alas, the world is not completely solid. The crevices that held no light, held the power of the dark nothing inside of it. The darkness swirled inside of these caves, looking for a way out, but couldn’t. After what seemed like an endless, tranquil eternity, the darkness exploded violently onto the surface. This clash of energy, being the prime opposite of each other, showered the world with a blanket of the most pure energy. This brought the ground to life.
The soil in whole became covered with a green grass, which lived, breathed, and grew. It spread out its reaches to everywhere it could. This peaceful act was only a side effect of a raging fight between darkness and light in the sky. These two prime powers, having completely the same amount of power, could never win. It was, and still is, a constant struggle over who will hold the sky.
In another great crash, one Epic shard of power fell and stuck into the ground. This shard hardened and condensed into a hard, dark brown material; and over the course of a few millennia, the tops of these energy shards were covered in foliage.
The Factions!
Malcaran Empire
MenNeutral Factions (Non-Playable)
Men are the dominant race at this time. They are skilled swordsman and fighters. Living in the plains to the north, they are usually noble of heart.
Grynholfs
Grynholfs live in solitude within the mountains. They are skilled miners and craftsman. Usually, a Grynholf will favor a mug of ale or a pickaxe over a sword.
Vindala
Vindala's live in the southern ancient forest. They are very agile and the best marksman ever lived. Very spiritual beings, the first beings to live on the earth.
PiratesThe Unrelenting
Pirates live in the Stalin islands to the north, and are in it for the money. They are a branch of the human race that have forgotton honor and truth. Having taken to lies and decit, they will side with the one with the larger purse. They are hardy sailors and will gladly give you a lift, if you have the coin.
The Alkara
The Alkara live in the deserts to the east. They take no part in the on-going war between Malcaran Empire and the Unrelenting. Skilled traders, they are your only chance of survival should you wander into the desert.
Savrinns
Savrinns are close relatives of the Vindala who turned against the Empire. Their traits match the Vindala in every way. They are found in the ancient forest, but in hiding.
Gallok-Chan
The Gallok-Chan live in the south-western region of the Plains of Men, near the Black Swamp. Their strength is unmatched due to their strict diet of meat, and numbers. However, intellect is not their strongpoint.
Fwanli'ri
The Fwanli'ri take shelter in abandoned mines of the Grynholfs. They are relentless and will destroy anything that gets in their way. Despising the light, they use redstone magik as a dim, alternative light source. The Fwanli'ri are excellent gatherers.
We Just Needed a New Server
So I Thought We Could Make Our Own.And NO! This is not a place to advertise your server. I'm not interested
Me and my friend today have noticed something about Minecraft servers. Whenever we want to join one, they have a few game-breaking (in our opinion) things that ruin the server for us.
A few of these are:
Server is too developed-This means that people must travel thousands of blocks to find trees, animals, and a place to build, as the map has been around for far too long, and there are random houses and litter everywhere. Everyone else in the server is decked out, and you have only begun.
Crappy Moderation and Administration-Far too many times have I joined servers only to be harassed by the power abusing mods. Far too many times have I joined a server, only to be put in their jail, because some idiot thought it would be funny to pick on the 'newbie'.
Not Nice Community-There are quite a few people who play this game for all the wrong reasons. They spawn camp, flame over chat, say they are cooler because they are older than you, when they are probably 10 years old. They can't have fun unless they are making someone's day miserable.
These are things that make me instantly disconnect and delete the server from my server list.
So, now that that is said, me and a friend, by the name of IAmNotKeithStone213 are interested in creating a server of our own. We really want this to become a great server, and have devised the process of server creating into multiple phases.
Current Phase: Phase 2
Phases go as follows:
Phase 1
Phase 1 is going to be comprised of getting the general idea of the server (Hence the Poll). Brainstorming.
We need a some people to help out with this.
Basic Server Designer
These people would help brainstorm the server basics such as:
-What Type of server
-What the server hopes to achieve
-Style of the server (what's the theme?}
-Plugins the server would be using (This is done after the type of server is chosen)
-ect.
RP Designers (If RolePlay is implemented)
These people would help brainstorm RP elements such as:
-Races
-Cities
-Name for the world (Like some people use Minecraftia)
-Most Importantly, Lore.
PvP Designers (If PvP is implemented)
These people would help brainstorm PvP elements sch as:
-Where would PvP take place?
-What would Trigger PvP?
-Who would be able to fight who?
-What PvP based plugins to use.
-ect.
Phase 2
Phase 2 is going to be Public Awareness for the server.
This phase will need a few artists to:
-Make Art for the main forum post.
-Banners for Public Awareness
-Server Logo
-And more.
Builder apps will be started near the end of this phase.
Builder applications
[b]Name: Age: RP Experience: What theme is the server in? Past Work (Please have a few screenies)[/b]
This is also going to be when the server configurations are fleshed out and the final planning of the server takes place. Possibly hosting the server could be looked into here.
Phase 3
Phase 3 is going to be when the server is put up and and the building begins
Builders would have to:
-Have experience with voxelsniper and worldedit, as they are the best terraforming mods plugins out there.
-Be able to plan out cities and construct them accordingly. No more mish-mashed cities.
There might be the possibility of a server YouTube channel. We would need someone who could manage that.
There might also be a couple wiki creators who can put the server lore and information somewhere nice.
Phase 4
Beta Testing.
This will not need any recruits. This phase will be specifically for people who have helped out the server so far.
Phase 5
Release of the server.
How do I apply?
Application
Guidelines:
-Must have Skype. This is where all conversations will take place. If you don't have it, I would recommend getting it. It's free
-You must be at least 14. - Me and IAmNotKeithStone213 are both 14, just throwing that out there.
-Must have time to be dedicated. We understand schoolwork, jobs and family issues, but you still need to be able to give some time to us.
NOTE: We are only looking for phase 1 people.
Questions with a '*' are required
Name: *IGN*: *Age*: *Skype Name*: *Role You Are Applying For*: *Past Work*: *Have You Ever Owned a Server Before?* *If so, is it Currently Running?* *What type of Server Are You Voting For, or Wanting?* Any Suggestions to this post to make it better to others? Any Suggestions to the Team? Other Questions, Comments?
We have a template for when the server is released, and apps for legit playing will be looked at
OOC
IGN:
Age:
RP Experience:
Did You Read the Rules?(Note that we dont have rules set down yet)
In Character
Character Name:
Character Age:
Faction:
Biography: <-- This can have a long biography, or a short biography and a short RP example of something your character would do. These both show you are acceptable by: A long post means you have the time to think things through. An RP situation shows you can actually RP.
Here is IAmNotKeithStone213's example of an acceptable app.
OOC
IGN: Like_a_ninja117
Age:14
Name: Jordan Krajewski
RP: Experience: Oblivion, Skyrim, Minecraft, etc.
Read Rules?: Yes
IN CHARACTER
Name: Elenwir
Race: Savriin
Age: 230
Bio:I am Elenwir, son of the Vindalan Leader Venesun. I was a high ranking Military Leader for the Vindala. My story began at my post around 170 years ago, I was posted on the edge of the forest near the Shallow Mountains when my team was overun, I was posted there with my wife and my 3 children whom I loved with all my heart. I of course did not mean for anything to go wrong, but everything did. Most of my team had died in the initial attack but I had managed to get my wife and most of my team out, we were unable to hold them back, I had no intention of letting those closest to me die, so I did what had to be done. I took a torch out of my pack and lit the trees behind me. The fire succesfuly killed the shadows, but the forest felt no accoplishment in my actions, it took my wife and two of my kids as payment, and left the rest of us to face the Vindala, I had no other choice.
I took what was left of us back to Elnoret, to what was my home. My father had already heard of our treachery, but hadn't the heart to kill me, his only son. Rather he banished me from Elnoret, never to again feel her warm embrace.
RP Example: I feel no shame for what I did, for I believe it was best for the people I loved, or at least the ones whom survived.I feel no shame for abondoning my people in they're time of need. I sat in a tree skulking for some time, when i heard a faint noise to my left. I drew my bow and leapt from the tree elegantly rolling and drawing a arrow at the same time and firing. I heard a squeal, and felt a strong sense of sorrow.
I slowly stood staring at the ground, letting the hair flow over my face, and I walked over to the dead animal, which I see now was a wolf. I see to pups staring at me from the side, I ignored them and picked up the mother wolf from where she lay. I turned to the pups and spoke " Your outcasts now too.", they backed away at the sound of my voice, snarling at me. "Not even the animals show sympathy for me." I sighed as I walked home.
Accepted Members:
Facelessone001 [Owner]
IAmNotKeithStone213 [Co-Owner]
Isenes [Lead Server Dev]
Howard Roark [Lore Writer]
ExiledxDalik [Basic Server Dev]
JoshBobDavis [Basic Server Dev]
user_539173 [Basic Server Dev]
Kaapo [Builder]
Kame's Story [Builder/Lore Writer]
kitty115 [Jack of all trades]
IntensePickles [Jack of all trades]
Sketch0900 [Basic Server Dev]
Destructor16 [Builder]
*WAIT! I WAS ACCEPTED! I'M NOT ON HERE!*
-This means you didn't ever reply, or didn't help develop the server. I said you had to give time to dedicate.
Banners to Show Your Support!
I Made a Banner! Support Us!
[url="http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/866781-do-you-want-to-join-a-server-thats-not-like-the-rest/"][IMG]http://i.imgur.com/AbG6W.png[/IMG][/url]
Isenes made a banner too!
[url="http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/866781-do-you-want-to-join-a-server-thats-not-like-the-rest/"][img]http://i.imgur.com/BP5v0.png[/img][/url]
Our official Graphic designer made a banner!
Alright. Basically, I have been busy for awhile now with school, being sick, and some other things that are none of your business. Anyway. We are now looking for terraformers and builders.
Application for Terraformer
Name: IGN: Age: Terraforming Experience (With examples): Skype name:
Application for Builder
Name: IGN: Age: Building Experience (Provide Examples): Skype Name:
P.S. Jordan, if you read this, could you look at some of the past applications and accept/deny them. I have been doing most of that and have NO clue where I left off from when I kinda went rogue. Thanks!
Donate to show your support!
If you donate, thank you for your support, but it is absolutely necessary that you send an e-mail to [email protected] with your name, IGN, and donation amount. We are not responsible for any lost money from transactions.
The Tales of Malcaran have officially come to an end. People didn't cooperate and didn't have the patience required to develop a server. I might start something again, but this is the last of Malcaran. It was a fun run, but it just didn't work out.
Goodbye all,
-Facelessone001
P.S.
This is exactly how I feel right now, and have been singing it ever since I got on today
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Facelessone001 posted a message on [Planning/Development] Want to design a server thats not like the rest? Then look at this.Name: Hi, I'm Josh Wheelon and I'm 14 years old (that should be a question on here, I'm sure you will get a few 9-10 year olds and that will not be fun) don't discriminate because I'm not old, but I'm not young.Posted in: Starting Up / Looking For Server
Ign: facelessone001
Skype?: Yes, Facelessone001
Role your applying for: Server basics planner and/or server story designer
Past work: No past server work. School really disallowed me to. However, school is lightening up so I'll write something up real quick:
In the beginning, there was only darkness; a cruel, colorless nothing. The dark held nothing, was nothing, but was everything. An everything that in itself, was nothing. There was nothing that could move, live, or be. Yet it is here, in the vast empty nothing, where the first speck of light appeared. Smaller than a grain of sand, denser than what others have now known as a black hole, but brighter than the one sun that we are accustomed to. This newborn light expanded at a speed faster than any human could begin to fathom, and took over what was. Here, in this light, the foundation of this world was born.
Not so much born, but materialized from the living light. After an eternity; the light that had passed it’s time condensed into a sphere, and expanded outward instantaneously. This became the world we live on today. The very soil being decomposed light from the beginning. The light that engulfed the world became day, and everything was covered by the new power of everything that was. At this time, nothing was alive, and nothing but light had ever lived. Alas, the world is not completely solid. The crevices that held no light, held the power of the dark nothing inside of it. The darkness swirled inside of these caves, looking for a way out, but couldn’t. After what seemed like an endless, tranquil eternity, the darkness exploded violently onto the surface. This clash of energy, being the prime opposite of each other, showered the world with a blanket of the most pure energy. This brought the ground to life.
The soil in whole became covered with a green grass, which lived, breathed, and grew. It spread out its reaches to everywhere it could. This peaceful act was only a side effect of a raging fight between darkness and light in the sky. These two prime powers, having completely the same amount of power, could never win. It was, and still is, a constant struggle over who will hold the sky.
Something came over me there. Just saying. I decided I had wrote enough for your opinion on my skills.
A little about you: I am a gamer at heart. I freakin' love to roleplay, and I like to occasionally PvP but I don't have any professional experience role-playing. I have helped out a few servers, that have ultimately failed, and this seems well-organized to the point of I have much hope for this to become big. I am someone people tend to get along with and someone you can trust. I hate people that are idiots, and so I won't be hypocritical and be an idiot myself.
Why you want to join: I have been wanting to join a role-play server for about three months now (if this goes in the direction of RP) but all of the decent ones are not too well put together, or are way too developed for me to join with out reading over 9,000 pages of history and lore. This could be my chance to prove my self in the world of RPing and maybe the chance to work on something awesome.
Have you owned a server before: Yes. I run my own private server for my friends/family. I have problems trusting people that I really don't know IRL to help out my server and moderate it to become public, but with an idea like this, I could find myself to trust people
Are you currently running a server: Yes, that same one.
What server type are you voting for, or wanting?: RP! with slight PvP against warring factions that help out the history and lore. A few worlds. Like a wizard world, a Hell world, Forest, what-have-you
Any suggestion to this post?: Not to the post, this looks well-organized enough where there is nothing I could say to help you out. You out-did your self. But the question below this one seems irrelevant.
Any suggestions to me or this team?: I really don't know anyone else or what other things have been said (as I'm not on the team yet).
Other Questions, and or comments?: Nope. That's about it.
Thank you for your time,
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Dcoro posted a message on [16x] Corocraft [V2.3](1.0.0)Posted in: Resource Packs
This is a texture pack I made after a few requests to complete a full texture pack. A lot of it I already had done but not released. Although not everything is completed I will be uploading more soon.
Download
Warning:
-I am partially colorblind so if a color is wrong, leave a comment and Ill fix it. also if there is any other bugs
do the same.
Screenshots:
Banner:
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The actions around you dictate your life.
If i was to constantly slap a man he would eventually begin to either block, or fight back.
This is exactly how the brain works. If i say to you "God is pointless" eventually your mind will develop the sense that it is pointless. About 55% of america falls in this reason.
The other reason is a outcry for attention. By saying your theist or saying your a Satan worshiper you are by default crying for attention. It is not you following your beliefs, it is you wanting to go against what a lot of people believe to be true. And about 35 percent of america falls in the reason.
The last but not least, the last 10% of america use realism as a another cop out in the great debate of religion. Yes it is a fact that one day we will all die, and the world will cease to exist because our sun will implode. But this is another cry for attention because you are separating your self from the majority of people who pick a religion.
So enjoy this post, because this is the last time ill be posting here. "IF" you wish you reply to my post then you probably fall into one of the percents i mentioned here by defending your so called "chosen beliefs"
Have a great day.
And just so you know, reading minds is not possible. But psychology is a proven thing. The brain is like a computer, its patterns are readable.
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K then if this is correct then ill agree with you that yes maby its not 1 every second. But your system of forums bumping is all out of wack. These small servers, and companies get pushed off that list in a matter of minutes, and sometimes seconds. We should have all rights to fight for our topics and posts to be read, and seen by others. But that cant happen if you stop people from bumping to get their page seen. so either way you are basically stopping people, companies, and servers from getting well know.
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CiritcSquid: It's actually around once every 20 minutes.
*cough* disagree *cough*
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But other wise this is a great skin set :biggrin.gif: