How about some shakespeare(alright, I stole it from Deus Ex Machina, but it really has shakespearian influence :3)
All the game's stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one person in their time plays many parts, their Acts being Seven Ages.
At first the noob, mewling in the spawn room's neck.
Then the whining novice, with wood pick and shining morning face, creeping like a snail, unwillingly to quarry.
And then the inventor, sighing like a furnace, with a woeful video made to their fellow player's creation.
Then a fighter, full of strange oaths. Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking gunpowder, even in the cave's mouth.
And then the admin, in fair round tools, with eyes severe and skins of formal cut, full of wise words and ban-hammery. And so they play their part.
The Sixth age shifts into the modest and rarer playing times, with planlessness on the mind, their early skins well saved, the alpha world too wide for their rusty motivation: and their dialog turning again towards a trollish treble, piping and whistling in its sound.
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is Second Thoughts and mere disinterest. Without server costs, without forum activity, without login.
I am Minecraft... I am Minecraft...
I am Minecraft... I have always been...
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And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the giant Screen itself, all of which we inherit shall dissolve. And, like an insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a byte behind.
lol, at first i though the last age will be being blown up by a creeper, lol
Yeh.
At first I serious'd
but then I serious'd
... :I
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And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the giant Screen itself, all of which we inherit shall dissolve. And, like an insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a byte behind.
I do both. I found it amusing.
Your 'tar is like looking in a mirror (that turns tigers in cats :I)
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And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the giant Screen itself, all of which we inherit shall dissolve. And, like an insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a byte behind.
Herobrine: Only God can save you now. *God has left the game* Herobrine: No one can save you now. *Chuck Norris has joined the game* *Herobrine has left the game*
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Pleasssse, ssssir, let me in. There'ssss an Enderman out there...--The Creeper
If you know about one, POST IT HERE!!
I'll start off with a lame Knock-Knock joke!
Dress like your favourite mob with Mob Armor!!
Funny Minecraft JOKES & PICS!!
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Interrupting Creeper
Interrupting Cre. . .
Ssss
Oohh Crap. . .
ehehe... no.
How about some shakespeare(alright, I stole it from Deus Ex Machina, but it really has shakespearian influence :3)
All the game's stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one person in their time plays many parts, their Acts being Seven Ages.
At first the noob, mewling in the spawn room's neck.
Then the whining novice, with wood pick and shining morning face, creeping like a snail, unwillingly to quarry.
And then the inventor, sighing like a furnace, with a woeful video made to their fellow player's creation.
Then a fighter, full of strange oaths. Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking gunpowder, even in the cave's mouth.
And then the admin, in fair round tools, with eyes severe and skins of formal cut, full of wise words and ban-hammery. And so they play their part.
The Sixth age shifts into the modest and rarer playing times, with planlessness on the mind, their early skins well saved, the alpha world too wide for their rusty motivation: and their dialog turning again towards a trollish treble, piping and whistling in its sound.
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is Second Thoughts and mere disinterest. Without server costs, without forum activity, without login.
I am Minecraft... I am Minecraft...
I am Minecraft... I have always been...
Dress like your favourite mob with Mob Armor!!
Funny Minecraft JOKES & PICS!!
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Interrupting Creeper
Interrupting Cre. . .
Ssss
Oohh Crap. . .
Yeh.
At first I serious'd
but then I serious'd
... :I
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Ro...
Ssss
What Maketh that sound? Romeo? ROM...
BOOM
Made lame. . .
Dress like your favourite mob with Mob Armor!!
Funny Minecraft JOKES & PICS!!
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Interrupting Creeper
Interrupting Cre. . .
Ssss
Oohh Crap. . .
I do both. I found it amusing.
Your 'tar is like looking in a mirror (that turns tigers in cats :I)
creepers are like suicide bombers: if one pops up anywhere near you, your scared sh*tless
Proud fan/supporter of:
Aether
Notch
PaperBatVG
Custom difficulty
Ha.
lol, me too
So theres this guy named steve, steves a miner so while he was mining A SKELETON POPPED OUT!!
HAHAHAH
Oh, haha... HAHAHHA
Let me *wheeze* haha get a pen to heheh write that down...
OH hahah... hah... ah...
LOL! nice one. :biggrin.gif: