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31-08-2014, 02:21 AM #1
Minecraft 1.8: Oceanic Ruins, Bunnies & More! - Survival Multiplayer
The Bountiful Update
- Considerable faster client-side performance
- Player skins can now have double layers across the whole model, and left/right arms/legs can be edited independently
- Enchanting has been redone, now costs lapis lazuli in addition to enchantment levels
- Added Granite, Andesite, and Diorite stone blocks, with smooth versions
- Added Slime Block
- Added Iron Trapdoor
- Added Prismarine and Sea Lantern blocks
- Added the Ocean Monument
- Added Red Sandstone
- Added Banners
- Added Armor Stands
- Added Coarse Dirt (dirt where grass won’t grow)
- Added Guardian mobs, with item drops
- Added Endermite mob
- Added Rabbits, with item drops
- Added Mutton and Cooked Mutton
- Mossy Cobblestone and Mossy Stone Bricks are now craftable
- Chiseled Stone Bricks are now craftable
- Doors and fences now come in all wood type variants
- Sponge block has regained its water-absorbing ability and becomes wet
- Plus Much More!
Over nine thousand Minecraft days in and still going strong. Our humble ensemble has grown into a core group of dedicated Minecraftians in addition to a myriad of casual contributors. The success of our silly, little mess has exceeded my wildest expectations and this is due almost entirely to the unprecedented involvement of our amazing community. We still have a bit more room to grow, I would like to extend an invitation to you. No, not you with the finger in the nose, the one next to you. Yeah, YOU!
Our world is rich with unique history established through countless stories of adventure, a legacy forged through emergent game play and community driven activities. We love to laugh and have !!FUN!! and embrace the journey rather than the destination. Our goal is to foster a tight-knit, "mature" community where every member's contributions are relevant and meaningful, someplace where you might (dare I say) make a friend. We want to put the U and I back in community.
With clichés like that, how could we go wrong?
We have been exploring the potential of what can be done with vanilla command blocks and it has been fun on a bun however, we plan on adding mods as soon as the desirable ones become available. Expect the kind of mods that make Minecraft a more rogue-like experience, Mmmm, beardly. I would love to have you join, simply send me your Minecraft handle in a PM or in a reply to this thread and I'll put you on the whitelist and send you the server info. Be sure to visit http://redd.it/2cgjs3 to familiarize yourself with the expectation we like to set and to enjoy more of this inane yammering.
We'll laugh, we'll cry--it'll be better than Cats!
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12-09-2014, 10:25 PM #2
ENR here to drop a little update:
It seems our little server has become a victim of it's own unexpected success! We just upgraded to beefier hardware to add more available slots to keep up with the growing demand. At this rate, it won't be long before another upgrade is needed :P Over the past month our little community has more than doubled in size with great people joining us from GOG.com, the Bay 12 (Dwarf Fortress) forums and Reddit. Don't be shy, drop by sometime this weekend and come say, "Hi!". Cake and explosions for all!
23-09-2014, 12:33 AM #3
NOW WITH 100%
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- Enjoy Anywhere From Your Favorite Browser
- Will Never Judge You
- Track Your Progress Exploring Our Endless Frontiers
- Contains Over 100 Blocks!
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I view a lot of maps of Minecraft worlds. My professional livelihood
depends on being able to distinguish between three children,
stacked inside of a trenchcoat, disguised as an adult and the
greatest map of all time that will change your life forever.
With all of my qualified experience, I can assure you this map is
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disguised as an adult. You don't have to take my word for it,
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©2008 Hyperbole Ventures Ltd.
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27-09-2014, 09:49 PM #4
Just when you thought it was dialed up to maximum
mappage,another map bomb is set to blow away
your mind. This non-stop thrill ride will keep you at
the edge of your seat with colorful representations of
our boundless expanses that explode off the screen
and into your face. "If you fill your eyemeats
with only one map this Fall, make it The
Will they find a place for their forbidden love
or will it destroy them?- Juanita Moosepikk,
The Butte Courier
©1999 Hyperbole Productions Inc.
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08-10-2014, 04:40 PM #5Ender Dragon Raiding Party
Today @ 3:00 pm EDT
The Ender Dragon. He is the foe every Minecraftian must eventually face. His fire, the last thing seen by many, and his wings their last shade.
But fear not! At 3:00 pm EDT, this shadow shall be faced! See the glimmer of the shields, hear the Dragon's Roar! Watch it felled, see its ruin smoking on the Towers of the End. We will ride out to face this threat head on, and you may pit yourself against the Beast, or watch the action going down in safety. No rest for the wicked. No rest to the Dragon.
08-11-2014, 02:53 AM #6
Fabulous Secret Powers Include:
- Explore a land without limits, no chaffing world borders. Huge tracts of land!
- See exactly how lost you are with our very own Google map. Isometrical!
- Play the latest builds, discover brand new bugs features. Be the first!
- Obscenely helpful players! Seriously, just take the food and armor, don't be a hero.
- Contribute to monumental community projects, leave your mark on the world.
- Unique 'Panache' system that distinguishes and rewards exceptional players. Très chic!
- Bulleted Lists!
Same old world, different host, many new friends. Drop by and share a laugh, a tale or even a wondrous creation.
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22-11-2014, 05:43 AM #7
26-11-2014, 01:30 AM #8
- No Regeneration: Potions and beacons only!
- No Cheap F3 Debug Info: Use maps, compasses and landmarks!
- Desolate Lands: Barren plant-life struggle for survival!
- Molten Oceans: The floor is lava!
- Scarce & Redistributed Ores: A post-cataclysmic world!
- Floating Islands: Moving on up!
- Unique Challenges: Climb, bridge and think outside the blocks to thrive.
To keep up with demand, we've migrated our classic Pioneering Frontiers world to even beefier hardware and to celebrate we're hosting this special event! There are no mods required for you to download and install, simply fire up Minecraft and connected with the usual IP. Whether you're a regular, brand new or a long-time casual contributor, be sure to check out the festivities before they're over. Groovy!
05-12-2014, 11:12 PM #9
♫ Oh, the weather outside is frightful... ♫
Okay, chances are it's not but, just because it's 70°F (21°C) and green where you are doesn't mean you can't have some fun in the snow, or at least pretend to. So, do you wanna build a snowman? Head over here and delude yourself in our new, frosty giveaway.
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15-12-2014, 02:21 AM #10
"There's No Business Like Snow Business"
Prologue by Th4DwArfY1
The snow was on the ground and sleigh bells were the only sound in the village--bar the calls of the children. Adults stayed in, fires in their hearths and drinks in their hands, while the children ran amok outside their windows. It was the holiday season, and all the boys and girls were being good. Stalls selling festive treats and hot drinks ran a brisk business, and the steam of many hot chocolate beverages curled around the drooping eaves of the small, white-washed buildings.
Suddenly, a new sound rose above the jolly, holiday noises customary this time of year. It was Chris Chrimbus, scourge of the happy, bane of the weak. The children stopped their play and dashed indoors, the parents craned out their windows and, seeing him, slammed their shutters into place. No one liked Chris Chrimbus, for he was mean even on the most joyous of holidays. He left fire crackers in stockings, blocked the chimneys with snow, and shaved the hair off the back of the wolf-hounds these people kept as pets. Soon, only the sound of Chrimbus walking was to be discerned.
“Ho, ho, ho!” he cried, his voice breaking the silence. Such a grim figure he was, striding through the idyllic streets! The children cowered, the mothers worried, and the fathers nursed disgust in their hearts. “Come out, little children! I have sweets, toys, dolls!” the children started, but their parents held them in check. Those peering through cracks in their windows saw Chrimbus bare his teeth in a snarl before he strode on, into the deserted centre of town.
This place, the people of the village had adorned with what decorations they could afford. Tim the Toymaker was in his shop, the concentration needed for his art preventing him from hearing the sounds of boots on snow, and curses snarled at the cowardly villagers. As he was putting the finishing touches to a rocking horse (a stroke of red here, festive green there, and varnish to make the eyes gleam and shine as if they truly held equestrian intelligence!) Tim finally heard the sound--his door banged open, a gale blew in, and with it came Chrimbus. Tim was soon man-handled into a sack, the struggle upturning tables crowded with cherished toys had made with skill and care. Tin soldiers stared in hate, but could not move their metallic limbs to help.With a cackle, Chrimbus disappeared through the door, his sack bulging with his ill-gotten holiday present named Tim.
In the weeks that followed more and more villagers vanished and, neither Tim nor the others would reappear. The villagers grew worried and, the children mourned the absence of their beloved Toymaker. Not long after, their fears were made palpable by the sound of familiar, yet empty voices singing a hollow song in the distance and the sudden appearance of the snow-men. Snow-men with a malevolent glint to their varnished eyes as if they held some spark of life fueled by an incendiary malice betraying their frozen forms. Panic began to set in, the villagers consigned themselves to speculate wildly over rumors that the abductees were being put to work in forced labor camps and the emergence of the snowy effigies represented a part of some sinister plot put into machination by Chrimbus himself. Now, more than ever, they needed answers or a sign--some glimmer of hope. They needed someone willing to step up and crash Chrimbus' party!
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20-12-2014, 04:06 AM #11
"Everybody Loves A Clone"
Part Two by Th4DwArfY1
Meanwhile, in their secret lab Melty the Magman was bouncing ecstatically while his head assistant, Jhinjur (matriarch of the loathsome witch covenant; The Sisters of Spyze) writhed her gnarled hands with wicked delight. It had worked! Electricity arced in the air around them and fizzed in Jhinjur's wiry hair, but she doesn't seem to notice. Their invention had worked! Before them, two bewildered Tim the Toymakers stared vacantly at each other with their mouths hanging agape. Sitting in an isolated room, they have no clue as to what happened. With another cackle, Jhinjur pulled a lever and more electricity struck both Tims. Shaking, their mouths slam shut as their jaws clench, they vibrate….soon, there are four figures in the room. Melty curses and screams, Jhinjur pulls at her frazzled hair--they realize that there is now only one Tim left. Three diminutive, misshapen figures cluster around the aghast toymaker, cold hands clawing and voices raised in screeching song. With a gasp, the sole remaining Tim scrambles on top of the chair he had been sitting on, once calm features now twisted in fear.
Jhinjur pulls another lever and the floor spins. The Magman screams and curses at the three child-like figures whirling in front of him. Panels appear, pull apart and reveal a chute. The agonized squeals of the failed creatures echoes back into the lab, and Tim looks at the chute with dread. Other such villagers huddle in similar rooms, some with successful outcomes, most with failed, disturbing creations as a result. At night, Magman’s boss (no other than Chris Chrimbus, the sly old dog!) will dispose of the rejects by leaving them with bad little boy and girls, teaching them the true meaning of holiday retribution.
The successful clones of the by-now shell-shocked villagers were sent to work in the snow mines, and the colorless factories of Chrimbus’ Factories Inc. They dig snow, fashion it, mold it into fearsome aspects. Coal eyes, carrot noses. No less than Snow men, what should stand for the holidays, but now stand against it.
A frosty wind blows from the east where a mysterious shadow, the length of six moons travel is being cast. Much like this ominous shade, rumors of a sinister tower reaching into the clouds weigh on the hearts and minds of the villages. And so, the remaining free villagers bring their plight to the Heroes of the area: renowned for their use of the bow, sword and the arcane arts of enhancing weapons, they plead with them to destroy the vile factories of the holiday thief, which churn out such child-like annoying things. The streets of their beloved village were over run by them, their arms extended for hugs, their eyes devoid of life. Chrimbus Cronies, they were called, and the heroes were desperately needed to clear the source of this vile tide which sang twisted, music-less songs.
But will they have the nerve to face Chrimbus and his cohorts, in air, on sea? Riding on horse or swimming the depths? For who knows precisely where this cloning facility could be? The heroes unsheathe their swords, and one by one lay it into the centre of the circle they form. The villagers look on, awed, as they pledge their support with the ring of steel. “Down with the Chrimbus Cronies!” goes forth the call. “Down with the Scourge of the holidays, and the singers of such horrid songs!”