Minecraft Forums

IMPORTANT MESSAGE!

hello everybody,

I am sure it has not been unnoticed that my activity in the forum has dwindled quite extremely which for the most part is due to my personal problem with forums itself and that there are now better ways to contact me about conquest and everything connected to it.

So in case you have questions regarding the pack etc please make sure to contact me on discord or via pm as its keeps things more organized so we can focus on whats important =)

If you have questions regarding Conquest_ check out the Conquest_ community on discord ( https://discord.gg/conquest-reforged-mod-164052674637987840https://discord.gg/ehTcUDk ) from where you can send me pm's or ask the community in order to get help

For a timely and accurate changelog you can go here

https://www.planetminecraft.com/texture_pack/conquest-32x32/#tab_log

to see what coming to conquest next check out my twitter @ https://twitter.com/Monsterfish_

and if you are curious about how Monsterfish_ works on his texture for the next update check me out one twitch @

1.11

1.7

-removed-

Hey Everyone ( Derek Smith, Texture Artist Union, Community at Large)

History here. I found myself thinking about Last Days tonight and I just wanted to say how proud I am of everyone who continued this pack after I left so suddenly. It is truly humbling to see what everyone in the community has done to continue and expand on things so many years later. I spent a little time on the lore thread earlier and is simply surreal to see what people have done to expand upon the foundation I set with orbital industries, the huggatrons and the likes. I hope everyone is still enjoying this pack, and I just wanted to say that I am truly grateful for the experience I had with the minecraft community while working on Last Days. Truly this will have always been a very special and rewarding experience for me. I left the community in the midst of an exceptionally challenging break-up and I am not happy with the way I handled that. but I am ecstatic with the work everyone did picking up the pieces and continuing to build and rebuild and expand and rebuild over all this time. Any how, it is late and feeling emotional and a bit buzzed, haha... but keep on keepin on everyone!!!

Much Love!!
History

WOOO! if finally helped my favorite texture pack know to minecraft! AND THE BEST ONE AT THAT!

About:
This thread holds the lore of the post-apocalyptic, atom-punk and totally awesome “Last Days” community texture pack, which can be found on the Main Thread.

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Check it out! Bring the kids! Embrace the Huggatron!

2. Please note, this is NOT A FAN FICTION THREAD,

From: █████████
To: ████████████
Subject: Disappearance of ███ ██████ and possible connection to Dr ██████████████████

The theory I introduced in my report 10 hours ago seems to be accurate. Our agent “Creeper” has located the source of the mysterious portal signatures and found evidence of a massive illegal H.I.V.E close to ██████ between ██████ and █████████ on the coordinates ████████. According to his findings it’s financed by Croc.Co.
Furthermore “Creeper” has witnessed the incoming of three armored transport trucks with ventilation slots, which hints towards living cargo.
The number plates were ██████, ██████ and ██████ and turned out to be registered for a letterbox company in █████████.
All this seems to proof that to Dr ██████████████████ is experimenting on humans.

The Orbital Industries employee we took in two days ago disclosed that ███ ██████ had initiated a company-internal inquiry against to Dr ██████████████████ because he suspected him off unethical work methods. This led to to Dr ██████████████████’s departure.
The entire affair was preceded by a dispute between ███ ██████ and to Dr ██████████████████ because of a denied experimental cyborg procedure to revive the latters wife.
The employee went on and reported that during his work under to Dr ██████████████████ he has had access to experiment files that described a being similar to the unidentified assailants that destroyed the Orbital Industries office building in ████████, by mysteriously appearing inside and removing its foundation.

The interrogation of to Dr ██████████████████’s cleaning woman was largely inconclusive, exept for the fact that to Dr ██████████████████ became reclusive after the death of his wife and developed a strange fixation on penguins.


I know our resources are streched thin with the ongoing hostilites after that terrible Event, but I request backup in storming that illegal H.I.V.E. We can’t win a possible war with enemies lurking within our own borders, especially if they are setting up portals.

Signed
████████

Ooooone

The madness of the world forces me to write these lines. Everything is gone and no one is here to share my plight. HIS eyes burn in my mind, I haven’t found sleep for days. Is someone coming? One of those monsters?! No they only live down in that Notch-forsaken H.I.V.E! The lonleyness makes me hear things, I always hear the scuttling of those abominable roaches who almost ate my face!
They are coming for me! Both of them. An all I have is a tattered H.I.V.E shirt and my trousers. They won’t get them!

Too
I ate a lizzard. Notch help me! What have I done?! I’m feeling sick, green bubbles everywhere. I hear HIM whispering in my dreams. At least HE’s gone silent while I’m awake. Time to puke!

March 16th 13 AE
I had a lot of time to think and get my thoughts straight while I spent the last 3 days curled up in some kind of elevated shack, sick with food poisoning. I can’t believe I really wrote the last 2 entries, but it’s not suprising that I went mad after all I’ve been through. I still find myself giggling to myself and I have an uneasy sleep, I prefer to stay awake.
I forgot my name but according to a message left to me, I was an agent called “Creeper”.
I don’t recall much of my last mission but I know that it nearly drove me insane.
I faced pure madness.
I ran around a place out of this world, on dead bodies strapped in machines, tall horrific experiments mercilessly staring at me, vanishing into thin air only to reappear behind me.
And HE was there.
HIS name is unpronouncable, HIS white eyes staring into my very soul and HIS laughter haunting my dreams.
I’m sorry, I let it get to me again. The “HE” I wrote about is a terrifying mixture of man, beast and machine that I don’t even want to think about. It chased me around that nightmare for aeons.
Aeon, what a strange word.
I’m getting side tracked again.
I don’t know how, but I woke up next to what I know was the entrance back to this realm of madness. Giant roaches had eaten almost all of my clothes and were about to take a bit out of me!
I ran away, through the confusing installation which I remember to be an illegal H.I.V.E. I replaced my ragged clothes with what clothes I could find. Finally I found the exit, and next to it a table with a note for me. Some superior whom I don’t remember explained to me that a war was happening and that they couldn’t search for me anymore. There was a clock which broke down shortly thereafter which told me the year.
I invented my own time system based on “The Event” when those crazed bunglers at O.I. blew up the moon. The moon … HE was responsible for that, I now know that. HE told me…
I have to concentrate
Like I wrote: I have a new time system and it’s the 16th of March 13 years after the Event. I don’t know how so much time could have passed after I entered that portal or whatever that demonic device was. I’ve ran from the H.I.V.E into the bleak wastes. There definetly had been a nuclear war.
My P.I.M (Personal Inventory Manager), which is the last part of my equipment, informs me that my state of health is pretty good considering the circumstances. No radiation, no traces of remaining poison, no major wounds and after I ate that giant rat (or pig, what know I what it looked like before it mutated) I also feel sated and strong.
Apart from that my situation is looking grim. I don’t remeber where I am or who I am. Perhaps I can regain my identity by returning to that H.I.V.E… Haha just kidding, I’m not that crazy. Or am I?
Whatever, I need to find food, tools and shelter first, before I develop any suicidal plans.
And I need to find more paper, I’m runni-

(Spider)



These machines were made by Orbital Industries as a means of keeping H.I.V.E. occupants under control and enforce curfew. Their design features voice boxes, and monitors for heads to maintain a friendly demeanor towards those that were doing nothing wrong.
After the disaster on the moon they started to malfunction as a result of lacking maintenance and outdated assignment parameters. With their voiceboxes spouting erratic messages, they attack everyone they identify as H.I.V.E inhabitant should they be encountered in low light environments.


B-Class Hall Monitor

(Zombie)



Originally people who were denied acces to the H.I.V.E.s or attempted to set forth to find pure land again, these creatures are the result of radiation induced mutations. Little is known about them, but they are considered to be the creators of the scrap-shack villages that litter the badlands .
Desperate survivors might feed of their flesh, but will find out that it's heavily contaminated by radiation.


Bandit

(Skeleton)



Hungry, sick, cold and fighting for survival. These men are just as afraid of you as you are afraid of them, except they have a Fire Arm and they are not afraid to use it.

A huge majority of these bandits were once residents of the Cocoons (all the people who were denied access to the Cocoons became the Lost) and wear gear that’s strong enough to repel desert storms or other harsh climates.

Due to the their fears they have become paranoid to the point where they will shoot first and ask questions later, although sometimes they can overcome their fears and band together in groups of 3 to 4 bandits.


Hall Riders

(Creeper)



One of the now most disturbing remnants of Orbital Industries, they were originally made as children's babysitters, with the trademark "hugging arms." They were exceptionally popular, but when the Huggatron 2 was released, it was just the same thing with a music player and minor design differences, which caused the sales to plument.
During the war the Huggatrons were repurposed as suicide bots, with their trademark arms and voicebox removed, filled with explosives and programmed to explode their nuclear core when close enough to their target.
The mocked Huggatron 2 proved to be more resilent than its predecessor, and so they still roam the wastes, searching for enemies to hug.
If you are lucky, a Bandit might fluke and destroy a Huggatron, but leave the music cartridge inside intact.


Experiment

• Green with black base: Green cones with black bases are used to mark villagers who do dangerous alchemy or who are quacks. Village doctors mostly get coned when they accidentally kill their patients with an overdose or the wrong medicine.
• Green: Green is used to brand outcasts who are lazy. Why should the village bother feeding someone who doesn't contribute to society? Food and water are already scarce enough as it is.
• Orange: Orange is for those who have been branded as thieves, stealing hydrazine is a big no-no among the Masked.
• Orange with black base: This particular cone is used to brand Masked who are selfish and greedy. Hiding hydrazine in stashes and keeping it away from the others village folk is not a kind thing to do, sharing is caring after all.
• Red with black base: These cones are used to mark Masked who have committed rape and or debauchery. Nobody likes a pedophile
• Red: Red is used to brand outcasts that are violent or murderers, killing is never a good thing in Masked society.
• Scrap metal: These crudely made cones out of scrap metal are nailed to Masked that display odd behavior. Most Masked fear that these particular types have started to mutate into the Lost so, just to be safe, they kick them out of the village.

(Zombie pigman)



Unlucky scientists left behind by Orbital Industries on the moon. Their prolonged exposure to hazardous waste and cosmic radiation has left them heavily mutated despite their hazmat suits.
They communicate via short-range radio equipment.


SecurAll

(Ghast)



These flying machines were intended for hazardous waste recycling and security duty in the moon mining areas. Armed with concealed weaponry they'd give of a siren warning before opening fire on any potential intruder. The sirens have since malfunctioned, but the explosive charge launching mechanism remains intact.


P.W.C

(Magma cube)



The Portable Waste Collector (P.W.C) was deployed by Orbital Industries to speed up the clean-up the destroyed the Moon. The quad-springs underneath the P.W.C let it jump to an extensive height and prevent damage to vital parts from falling. This enables the P.W.C to jump out of the hazardous pools of waste with ease.
After the O.I scientists had met their awful fate, the P.W.C's had no one to mantain them. Unaware that their storage units are filled to the brim, they seek to compress everything they deem waste, in an attempt to to collect it.

-Freely adapted from Spiffycat, Orbital Industries engineer


He 3-Excavator

Dog




Many residents of the various H.I.V.E's attempted to bring their household pets with them but were forced to set them free before taking residence in the cocoon.
Left to their own devices, the now wild dogs formed packs, roamed the wastes and cross-bred with wild timber wolves. Over the years they would eventually breed into a single, strong, mixed breed.
For reasons unknown they have developed minor telepathic abbilities, comunicating their thoughts both through barks and single words directly projected into the mind of anyone in close vicinity. Despite talking, they're not too bright and will knowingly jump into various hazards.
Offering them food or entertaining toys (things that qualify for one or both of these categories might ocasionally be found within a bandits loot bag) allows you to recruit a loyal follower, to keep you company in this desolate world. Dog is after all, mans best friend.
Dogs are quite eager to breed, and simply by feeding one a few slabs of raw meat, it will immediately begin searching for a doggy companion. Because of dogs’ incredible ability to adapt to a hostile environment, they seem to be completely immune to the poisoning effects of infected flesh, making the severed extremities of the Lost ideal as a breeding catalyst.


Cat

Much has changed for the house cats since the Event. Stranded in the wastes, alone and without their walking can openers to care for them they retreated into the rubble of the antenna facilities where they’d find food and shelter. However radiation and pollution have taken their toll on the cats, leaving them riddled with mutations, wounds and most interestingly always with a third eye. The cats cautiousness has amplified over the years but so has their curiosity. If they are offered fish to which they don’t have access anymore they are likely to follow the donator in hope of more food, shelter, games and belly rubs.
Cats come in a variety of breeds, and can be cross-bred to produce different results. Raw fish are what cats like best, so feeding them some will almost always perk them up into a better mood, where they will readily breed with any nearby felines of the same mindset.


SKUL

(Pig)



Large rats, which make a good source of food, if you don't mind the smell, taste, potential diseases and the mystery cartilages growing within their muscles.
It might be for the best if you don't think about what you're eating.
Giant Rats, being the monstrous vermin that they are, will readily reproduce with one another in order to multiply their numbers and ensure their survival. This process can be greatly sped up by the use of fresh vegetables such as carrots, which are hard to come by after the Event and the subsequent war.
Vegetables are also useful for taming these wild vermin: by carefully attaching a saddle to the back of one and luring it with a carrot tied to a makeshift fishing rod, one can create a surprisingly speedy steed out of these creatures.


Stoneback

(Cow)



The result of heavy breeding and mutation experiments on cows, their name is slang for Bos primigenius lapis. Originally intended as tough livestock that could survive in extreme environments , the resulting creature had meat that was declared "unfit for consumption," as it tasted terrible.
During the war it escaped into the wild, and high radiation led to the stonebacks loosing their fur but gaining hardened bone-like plates on it's back, and caused some to grow a third (or fourth) eye.
Their hide can be used as armor, and is commonly fashioned into makeshift protective gear.
Despite their wild habitat, Stonebacks stay true to their farming origins and will readily breed with one another. They have all been mentally conditioned to do as long as they have access to enough food and especially clean water.


AWR

(Chicken)

These little guys were made carry extra ammunition and supplies for soldiers during the war. Orbital Industries purchased a great quantity for use on the H.I.V.E.'s. While the war is over now, these things (inexpensive and inefficient as they were) can still be found wandering about the wastes.
They carry a small propulsion system which is instrumental in making your ranged weapons.
It's not uncommon to find a lazy lizzard within the warm and relativley secure confines of the triple M.
Each 3M unit is equipped with a self replication protocol as well as an array of small tools which allows as little as two 3M to create a so-called “4M” (Miniature Mobile Munitions Machine) within seconds. The 4M will at first be folded into a more compact and stable form until it has completed a long start-up check upon which it will unfold and be ready for service.
Despite such an efficient self-replication method greatly reducing production costs of the 3M (explaining their low price and widespread distribution), it still needs standardized construction. An empty water purifier per “parent” 3M will do fine.


The Masked



The Masked are the what remains of the original Lost. Contrary to their unlucky brethren they had access to rebreathers and gas mask which prevented the radioactive contamination of their respiratory systems. After the mutating effects of the radiation became apparent,

Copy/paste this banner into your signature to support Last Days and the Lore thread

Change log

looks good thanks derek

Let me know when there is new/fixed stuff to add.