During my first few days in minecraft i have made my world and conquered survival. Now it was time for me to make fun things like item toilets and capturing slimes along with dirt skycastles. While i was building the item toilet i was testing it but i was curious so i followed the items down the chute. I had all my diamond tools " Back then i never saved diamonds, i made them all into tools" on me. I fell into the fire. Rage quit.
Finding out that the base i carved into the mountain can only be 3 blocks tall before the surface. which means i couldnt make the base i wanted.
After 1.8 came out i explored the new terrain generator. after 5 minutes i complained about it then rage quit.
The one that I always tell is the time i was in a cave with a bunch of diamond and i was low on food and health i managed to escape an attack of a bunch zombies and skeletons and then i was about to leave the cave when a creeper came out of no where and blew me up lol I was so angry!
The first time I had ever found diamond ore, I was totally ecstatic, and mined it immediately. Out of the hole I created, lava spouted, and killed me. From then on, I always had cobblestone on an inventory slot, ready to be placed on lava.
I can tell two good stories of PvP-Related rage. All of which involve ***hats cheating and lacking the decency to leave newer players alone.
Number One:
I had just started playing another popular PvP server. Essentially the same, horrible cluster**** spawn that prevented playing the game without killing everyone nearby or entering a faction for the free /f home TP. I had friends on this one, so I got out easily and into a fairly privileged faction near the beginning. Some chest full of iron, 3 64-Stacks of Diamond, An arsenal of stolen donator-enchanted swords. We were building a castle, (Which was massive, by the way) and we needed nether resources that, of course in every server is horribly hard to acquire. We had landed a deal with a guy that for 10 diamonds we could have 10 brewing stands and 5 stacks of netherwart and some random brewing reagents. We mindlessly let him TPA into our base to settle the deal, big mistake. he pauses one second, sets a /home (why was this even on a PvP server anyway?) and teleports friends in. Thankfully, due to the general 'godly armor and swords' status of my faction's members, we could fight back the invaders, until they turned hack clients on, and started horribly murdering everyone. I took refuge in a tower where I could get some bow shots in and then duck down so I wouldn't take any arrows to the knee and have my adventure ended. I was unstoppable. They had possibly 2.5 hearts of damage on me while I was picking off all of them with fire infused arrow head-shots. Then, all the sudden, one of the semi-illiterate kids starts threatening random crap at me. Then he said this, and I quote:
"I'm getting meh bro to halp me kill this campertard, cover me"
I thought of this as just a little 6-year old getting his brother to take the commands, but oh **** I was wrong. I didn't realize that his 'bro' was an admin with access to worldedit and a room-temperature IQ. I saw a guy teleport in and fly around,, spamming useless arrows at me while I took cover. The invaders did nothing, and I just ate some golden apples to cover the damage. Then, the entire tower turns into sand. I fall to my death. Admin abusing children promptly dig my remains out from the ruins. TL;DR: Let no-one TP into your base. Ever.
Number Two:
I'd been playing a server which I particularly enjoy, despite the fact that it lost most of it's popularity recently. Once again, PvP, but with a less set up style. If you had the guts, you could run out and escape the spawn and the bullies who camp it. No factions, no TPA, no /homes. If you find a base, you can't respawn in it 1,000,000 times. I had Iron armor + Diamond Sword and my buddy had full diamond gear. We were ready to burn, kill, and pillage. Same cowardly n00bs sitting in the spawn doing nothing. We encountered two crudely armed players and were ready to fight. They could do nothing as we chased them and eventually dismembered them with our clean, crystal blades. Oh wait. They logged off in combat.
Then logged on.
Then hit.
Then logged off.
Then hit.
Then logged off.
Then killed us after logging on and off 30 times.
I could blather on for pages and pages on combat loggers and their cheesy tactics, but this is a rage story thread.
tl;dr: **** combat loggers.
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I just wasted a few seconds of your life. Muahaha!
So I went to my usual server, a building server, and I had a remarkably high rank. And the way you can rank up is building something and the high ranked people judge if its rank worthy. So this guy asked someone if they can check out his build and I came. It turned out to be a huge build but very unoriginal (came from a tutorial video) and I told him that it has to be original.... Then he full out raged on the staff and saying things like "7GotPho7 told me that my -build name- was a bad build", and I kept on saying that hes lying, but the staff put us both to jail for 2 hours muted. During that 2 hours, I Raged Hard. Thats all I have to say. I started jamming the keyboard and throwing notebooks around. o_o I overreacted for such a small arguement. (Had more cussing from the unoriginal guy)
I found 7 diamonds in a cave underneath my village home. I made 3 of them into a pickaxe, then went obsidian mining, fell into lava, died, and lost my 4 diamonds, obsidian, and diamond pickaxe. When I respawned, there were a ton of zombie hordes in the village, and everyone died except for 3 testificates that were living in my ravine basement. One of them decided to go for a swim in lava, another died due to a glitch, and the last was eaten by a zombie.
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I'm going to mash signature stuff together: I tested 100% positive for MC addiction, I'm a black knight, support crappy trees, my color is red, and microsoft destroys to a cactus.
To finish off my first house on my new large biomes, hardcore world, I needed wool. And I needed LOTS of it, so I couldn't make it out of spider string. Unfortunately, no sheep were in the jungle that I lived in, so I needed to travel very far to find them.
After a Minecraft day, I found a plains biome. The sheep I needed were on the edge of the jungle and the plains, but I wasn't going to bring them all through the jungle. It would be too hard to navigate with all the leaves and vines.
So I took the four sheep and the four lambs along the beach. I had gone this way before, so I knew it led back to my home.
Night fell, and I decided to float around the ocean with my sheep surrounding me, desperate to eat some of the wheat in my hand.
And without warning, a creeper blew up next to us. This left me with two hearts and two lambs. WONDERFUL.
I didn't have much trouble finally getting to the house. Along the way, I bred the sheep twice so I had two sheep and two lambs.
When I arrived at my humble abode, it was night again. I took a risk and ran inside my house, where I slept to revert it to daytime.
I went back outside, knowing well that there were creepers out there, but I Made the stupid choice of trying to get the sheep into their already built pen. No problem with that.
As soon as I exited the pen, a creeper burst from behind my sugar cane farm and blew up half of my pen, scattering the sheep.
Filling in the hole the creeper left, ANOTHER one came flying from the sugar cane and blew up in the exact same spot, killing all of the sheep.
I was exhausted. And after all of this, I didn't have ANY sheep.
I turned around.
The two lambs had survived.
I will forever love those sheep.
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Super Hostile maps I've completed: Spellbound Caves (Yeah, I pretty much suck.)
Everyday in Minecraft is my rage. I play for hours on end for no reason, simply to mine millions and millions of blocks of cobblestone, coal, diamond and iron, all for them to simply get burned in lava and get dropped far away due to creepers. Every night I cry in fear in my wooden pillar of the atrocious beings surrounding my presence, and when day comes for the smell of horrid flesh to rise into the air and melt my lungs. Everyday going out into deep dangerous caves, where darkness is my only friend, to mine petty worthless minerals and fight the same monsters that rip my very soul, second after second, until my very flesh becomes worthless and the trillions of hearts I have lost and the rotten, disgusting flesh that I eat from vile pigs and cows, day after day, only to return to my house, with useless items that can only create a mere pickaxe and sword.
I believe you forgot to write "/selfplug" somewhere in there, eh?
My story? Alright, here we go. This one pissed me off far more than it should have. One day, I log on to minecraft, ready for adventure and glory. I started at the bottom of my massive mineshaft, leading into a branchmine. Little did I know that, whilst away, Notch had gone and made spaces between ladders break the whole, you know, climbing thing. Foolishly, I went off throughout my mines hoping to find more precious jewels and the like. Now, you must understand that this was entirely a mining expedition, and the concept of bringing along weapons was merely foolish and a waste of inventory space. So, there I was, mining a branch. Suddenly, the removal of a block brings a nice, smoking creeper on top of my head. I backed away enough so that the explosion itself left me only with a mere flesh wound, one that would surely be little reason for alarm. The more unfortunate event, however, was that the explosion also managed to bring upon my base the fury of a zombie spawner. Due to my lack of foresight in the weaponry department and my less-than-desirable health situation, I decide to run rather than face the unrelenting hoard. I figured I would encounter no problems in the slightest, as my ladder to safety was mere blocks away. Running towards it, the undead pursued with admirable dedication. Surely their perseverance would be for naught once I reached the ladder. Jumping to my rescuer, I was suddenly faced with the utmost dread as my ladder offered no chance of safety. I stood, staring at the vessel which should have granted me life, and was consumed by the flesh-eating monsters of forgotten souls.
And if anyone actually read that, you win bonus points. My apologies for the length.
Finding out that the base i carved into the mountain can only be 3 blocks tall before the surface. which means i couldnt make the base i wanted.
After 1.8 came out i explored the new terrain generator. after 5 minutes i complained about it then rage quit.
I can tell two good stories of PvP-Related rage. All of which involve ***hats cheating and lacking the decency to leave newer players alone.
Number One:
I had just started playing another popular PvP server. Essentially the same, horrible cluster**** spawn that prevented playing the game without killing everyone nearby or entering a faction for the free /f home TP. I had friends on this one, so I got out easily and into a fairly privileged faction near the beginning. Some chest full of iron, 3 64-Stacks of Diamond, An arsenal of stolen donator-enchanted swords. We were building a castle, (Which was massive, by the way) and we needed nether resources that, of course in every server is horribly hard to acquire. We had landed a deal with a guy that for 10 diamonds we could have 10 brewing stands and 5 stacks of netherwart and some random brewing reagents. We mindlessly let him TPA into our base to settle the deal, big mistake. he pauses one second, sets a /home (why was this even on a PvP server anyway?) and teleports friends in. Thankfully, due to the general 'godly armor and swords' status of my faction's members, we could fight back the invaders, until they turned hack clients on, and started horribly murdering everyone. I took refuge in a tower where I could get some bow shots in and then duck down so I wouldn't take any arrows to the knee and have my adventure ended. I was unstoppable. They had possibly 2.5 hearts of damage on me while I was picking off all of them with fire infused arrow head-shots. Then, all the sudden, one of the semi-illiterate kids starts threatening random crap at me. Then he said this, and I quote:
TL;DR: Let no-one TP into your base. Ever.
Number Two:
I'd been playing a server which I particularly enjoy, despite the fact that it lost most of it's popularity recently. Once again, PvP, but with a less set up style. If you had the guts, you could run out and escape the spawn and the bullies who camp it. No factions, no TPA, no /homes. If you find a base, you can't respawn in it 1,000,000 times. I had Iron armor + Diamond Sword and my buddy had full diamond gear. We were ready to burn, kill, and pillage. Same cowardly n00bs sitting in the spawn doing nothing. We encountered two crudely armed players and were ready to fight. They could do nothing as we chased them and eventually dismembered them with our clean, crystal blades. Oh wait. They logged off in combat.
Then logged on.
Then hit.
Then logged off.
Then hit.
Then logged off.
Then killed us after logging on and off 30 times.
I could blather on for pages and pages on combat loggers and their cheesy tactics, but this is a rage story thread.
tl;dr: **** combat loggers.
And the creeper came up behind me. I knocked him into the ceiling, he blew up, and the lava fell...
Couldn't play for a week...
Back from the End, time to rebuild.
After a Minecraft day, I found a plains biome. The sheep I needed were on the edge of the jungle and the plains, but I wasn't going to bring them all through the jungle. It would be too hard to navigate with all the leaves and vines.
So I took the four sheep and the four lambs along the beach. I had gone this way before, so I knew it led back to my home.
Night fell, and I decided to float around the ocean with my sheep surrounding me, desperate to eat some of the wheat in my hand.
And without warning, a creeper blew up next to us. This left me with two hearts and two lambs. WONDERFUL.
I didn't have much trouble finally getting to the house. Along the way, I bred the sheep twice so I had two sheep and two lambs.
When I arrived at my humble abode, it was night again. I took a risk and ran inside my house, where I slept to revert it to daytime.
I went back outside, knowing well that there were creepers out there, but I Made the stupid choice of trying to get the sheep into their already built pen. No problem with that.
As soon as I exited the pen, a creeper burst from behind my sugar cane farm and blew up half of my pen, scattering the sheep.
Filling in the hole the creeper left, ANOTHER one came flying from the sugar cane and blew up in the exact same spot, killing all of the sheep.
I was exhausted. And after all of this, I didn't have ANY sheep.
I turned around.
The two lambs had survived.
I will forever love those sheep.
Super Hostile maps I've completed: Spellbound Caves (Yeah, I pretty much suck.)