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1. Nobody gives two ****s about your server. Nobody even gives as much as one **** about it.

2. You made this thread, 'nuff said.

3. Why not add new functionality for old items as well as add new items?

I prefer that regular diamond tools remain as the game's "god tier" of tools and armor.

And these proposed tools would have 14058 uses. Holy ****.

1. You Shouldn't Capitalize Every Single Word In A Sentence. It Gets Annoying, Fast.

2. It's spelled "cities."

3. Could you elaborate on the idea, please? How big would they be? Population? Structure size? Structure types?

Cocoa beans are one the rarest items in the game and also one of the least useful. If you can find 1 cocoa bean, you can dye a single sheep and have infinite brown wool. Cookies, however, require very large amounts of cocoa beans to stockpile, yet they only restore 0.5 hunger and have the single worst saturation level of any food item (this means that you get hungry again faster after eating cookies than any other item, by a long shot).

Yes, cocoa beans should be farmable, and they should also have another use of some kind. Cookies definitely could use some love.

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I can... I have seen plenty of wooden doors in strongholds. Then again, that was back in 1.0, but I don't think too much has changed since then.

The guy who posted a screenshot already cleared up the issue of my crappy memory. Next.

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If anyone says that minecraft is an R.P.G. because of dragons and potions, then you most likely do not even know what an R.P.G. is.

Rocket Propelled Grenade? :biggrin.gif:

I have an alternative solution to leather's scarcity. Basically, I'm sure that you've already noticed that cows always drop 2-3 steaks on death, but rarely even 1 leather. I want the dropping rates for leather and steak to be swapped. This would not only make leather easier to gather en-masse, but it would also make porkchops less obsolete to steak.

No ****.

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I always thought it would be cool to have Nether/End ores but yes, it wouldn't make much sense.

--Right now I can only see new ores being put in the ground if they are aesthetic(slate and all that) but the useful ones that WildCreeper mentioned would be in new strange places. That would be a reason to explore. Right now I only ever explore to find a good spot for house, then I go in the ground, then in the Nether, then maybe explore a tad bit finding a stronghold. All in all, the only exploration is from going to a stronghold since most people don't look for mushroom islands.

I think that the main issue with the Nether is that it's usefulness heavily revolves around Fortresses; once you find one and farm 20+ Blaze Rods, you don't ever have to come back. I think that more structures should be added, namely some form of Pigmen villages. Just like Overworld Zombies attacking Testificate villages, Zombie Pigmen would attack Pigmen villages. The Nether villages would be more like a "military settlement" than a village, however, as they would be heavily guarded and would likely have some kind of perimeter set up (watchtowers and/or walls). The structures would be made mostly of Nether Brick, with wooden doors for doors and Nether Brick fences for windows. There would be chests filled with stuff in some of the houses in them.

Chests in the Nether could include golden items (nuggets, ingots, tools, armor, and even blocks sometimes), Glowstone (dust and/or whole blocks), Nether Warts, rare weapons/tools, pre-enchanted items, rare ores, obsidian, mushrooms, and other goodies. Fortresses would have chests as well.

I also think that the Nether needs more terrain blocks. Netherrack is far too overused. What I would like to see is a Nether version of Overworld's smoothstone. I guess it could be called "Charstone." It would have a similar pattern as soul sand, but would be dark reddish gray. It would have an ashen appearance, hence its name. It would also have the blast resistance of End Stone (35, which is 5 higher than cobblestone/smoothstone).

1. Wrong section

2. What the hell is a Deadmau5?

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They are fantasy elements. Not RPG elements.

Fantasy, RPG.

Is there really a difference?

We should travel back in time and kill whoever came up with the concept of 'Herobrine'.

Just shut the **** up.

Quote from ghasthugs

Have you ever made a square out of upside down stairs in real life and seen if an arrow will go through?

Have you ever seen an arrow stop mid-air for no reason?

I like it. I think it fits perfectly with the Testifticates.

Eons ago, the people of the Minecraft world came together to live in peace and harmony. To maintain their connection to nature, they split into small villages all over the world. focusing on living in their little, intimate communities.

They all took an oath to lead simple lives devoid of opulence or violence, spending the majority of their time meditating, conversing telepathically, and reading. They have also sworn to never use their hands, relying strictly on their telekinesis.

To defend themselves, the Elders came together and used the most advanced of their ancient knowledge to breath life into pieces of iron. These iron golems protect the village, allowing the Testificates to pursue lives of peace and contemplation.

--I could write a very angry letter right now about Villager prostitution, but I decided instead merely to express some constructive criticism. Let me preface my discussion by quickly reasserting a familiar theme of my previous letters: I have some of Villager prostitution's writings in front of me right now. In one of them, Villager prostitution maintains that a totalitarian dictatorship is the best form of government we could possibly have. If you don't find that shocking then consider that if Villager prostitution were as bright as it thinks it is, it'd know that if I hear its vassals say, "The laws of nature don't apply to Villager prostitution" one more time, I'm truly going to throw up. Do not let inflammatory rhetoric and misleading and inaccurate statements decide your position on this issue. I have two words for Villager prostitution: Grow up! Villager prostitution keeps telling us that it can ignore rules, laws, and protocol without repercussion. Are we also supposed to believe that it has the authority to issue licenses for practicing Chekism? I didn't think so.

Villager prostitution engages in pietistic babble that nauseates even some of my more religious friends. That, in itself, will condemn us to live with tartarean drossels one day. Consider the following, which I'll address in greater detail later: Villager prostitution's arguments would be a lot more effective if they were at least accurate or intelligent, not just a load of bull for the sake of being controversial. We need to change Villager prostitution's objectives for the same reason that one needs to change a baby's diapers. But it doesn't stop there. No one can claim to know the specific source of Villager prostitution's roorbacks, but Villager prostitution's victims have been speaking out for years. Unfortunately, their voices have long been silenced by the roar and thunder of Villager prostitution's tuft-hunters, who loudly proclaim that Villager prostitution has a fearless dedication to reason and truth. Regardless of those ultra-merciless proclamations, the truth is that I didn't want to talk about this. I really didn't. But I myself would like to give you an example of how bumptious it can be. Villager prostitution has admitted that it intends to cause an increase in disease, Fabianism, crime, and vice. Okay, that may have been a particularly bald-faced and unsubtle example, but many people think of Villager prostitution's treacherous adages as a joke, as something only half-serious. In fact, they're deadly serious. They're the tool by which capricious sybarites will trample over the very freedoms and rights that Villager prostitution claims to support by next weekend. A second all-too-serious item is that when people see surly wiseacres behaving like surly wiseacres they begin to realize that the picture I am presenting need not be confined to Villager prostitution's insults. It applies to everything it says and does.

Villager prostitution contends that "the truth", "the whole truth", and "nothing but the truth" are three different things. What planet is it from? The planet Maladroit? If you were to ask that of Villager prostitution, it'd decidedly fling a large barrage of insults in your direction instead of actually addressing the question. One of these days, Villager prostitution's positions will convince innocent children to follow a path that leads only to a life of crime, disappointment, and destruction. Am I saying that perusing the membership of Villager prostitution's coalition is like taking a tour of **** Tracy's Rogue's Gallery? Yes. That we may never learn the answers to some of the more vexing questions surrounding Villager prostitution's motives? Maybe. That Villager prostitution is positing a "valid" logic devoid of empirical content (i.e., devoid of facts)? Definitely.

Villager prostitution and I are as different as chalk and cheese. It, for instance, wants to set up dissident groups and individuals for conspiracy charges and then carry out searches and seizures on flimsy pretexts. I, on the other hand, want to criticize Villager prostitution's complicity in the widespread establishment of fain�antism. That's why I need to tell you that statements like, "Its agendas are more often out of sync with democratic values than aligned with them" accurately express the feelings of most of us here. In purely political terms, it is my contention that poison is countered only by an antidote. But there's the rub; trying to keep Villager prostitution from keeping us everlastingly ill at ease is a sucker's game. No matter how hard we try to stop it, it'll always find some new way to issue a flood of bogus legal documents.

Villager prostitution is out to hammer away at the characters of all those who will not help it formulate social policies and action programs based on the most destructive kinds of nihilism in existence. And when we play its game, we become accomplices. Only through education can individuals gain the independent tools they need to fight the warped, distorted, misshapen, unwholesome monstrosity that Villager prostitution's hastily mounted campaigns have become. But the first step is to acknowledge that it has a natural talent for complaining. It can find any aspect of life and whine about it for hours upon hours. Villager prostitution may find it inconceivable that a critical reevaluation of some of its blandishments would clearly be beneficial, but it'll come to its senses by the end of the decade. I believe I have finally figured out what makes organizations like Villager prostitution grant a free ride to the undeserving. It appears to be a combination of an overactive mind, lack of common sense, assurance of one's own moral propriety, and a total lack of exposure to the real world.

I personally indeed feel that Villager prostitution is a hidebound dipsomaniac. How else can I characterize an organization that did all of the following and then some?

Appropriate sacred symbols for bloody-minded purposes
View countries and the people that live in them either as economic targets to be exploited or as military targets to be defeated
Suppress all news that portrays it in a bad light

I could lengthen this list, but I shall rest my case. The point is that there's a time to keep silent and a time to speak. There's a time to love and a time to hate. There's a time for war and a time for peace. And, I believe, there's a time to build a world overflowing with compassion and tolerance. Or, to put it less poetically, Villager prostitution's catch-phrases are built on lies, and they depend on make-believe for their continuation.

For the sake of argument, let's pretend that Villager prostitution is not an argumentative potlicker. There are various philosophical arguments that one could use to contradict that assuption, but perhaps the best involves the observation that I want to thank Villager prostitution for its sentiments. They give me an excellent opportunity to illustrate just how petulant Villager prostitution can be. Villager prostitution's plunderbund is a distant cousin of the communist political organizations that were responsible for the murders of at least 90 million people. So what's the connection between that and Villager prostitution's tirades? The connection is that there appears to be some disagreement in the community regarding the number of times that it has been seen brainwashing the masses into submission. Some say once; some say five times; some say a dozen times or more. The point is not to quibble over numbers or anything like that but rather to clarify that Villager prostitution argues that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. This is an entertaining statement, perhaps, except that when taken at face value it presages a likely attempt by Villager prostitution to elevate purblind sadistic-types to the sublime.

When uttered by Villager prostitution, the word "global", as in "global spread of pessimism", implies, "It's not our fault". In reality, we'd definitely have a lot less pessimism if it would just stop setting up dissident groups and individuals for conspiracy charges and then carrying out searches and seizures on flimsy pretexts. Last summer, I attempted what I knew would be a hopeless task. I tried to convince Villager prostitution that its imperium is filled with weak-willed, manipulable simps who believe its story that power, politics, and privilege should prevail over the rule of law. As I expected, Villager prostitution was thoroughly unconvinced. Certain facts are clear. For instance, when Villager prostitution says that its mistakes are always someone else's fault, in its mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like it believes it has said something very profound.

What Villager prostitution apparently fails to realize is that it uses Pyrrhonism as a hammer to forge the gin-swilling swindlers who will condemn innocent people to death as soon as our backs are turned. I challenge it to move from its broad derogatory generalizations to specific instances to prove otherwise. Villager prostitution's inveracities are an icon for the deterioration of the city, for its slow slide into crime, malaise, and filth. Let's face it: I am aware that many people may object to the severity of my language. But is there no cause for severity? Naturally, I think that there is because whenever Villager prostitution is presented with the statement that it mocks what it doesn't understand, it spews out the hackneyed excuse that its values can give us deeper insights into the nature of reality. Ironically, such screwball logic is likely to convince even more people that Villager prostitution must sense its own irremediable inferiority. That's why it is so desperate to make empty promises; it's the only way for it to distinguish themselves from the herd. It would be a lot nicer, however, if Villager prostitution also realized that it may seem difficult at first to advance a clear, credible, and effective vision for dealing with our present dilemma and its most noisome manifestations. It is. But it always demands instant gratification. That's all that is of concern to it. Nothing else matters�except maybe to attack the fabric of this nation. I tell you this because Villager prostitution somehow manages to get away with spreading lies (we'll be moved by some heartfelt words on the glories of solecism), distortions (blackguardism resonates with the body's natural alpha waves), and misplaced idealism (militarism is the key to world peace). However, when I try to respond in kind, I get censored faster than you can say "homeotransplantation".

I fully intend to establish beyond a shred of doubt that one fact that has been established beyond peradventure is that flattery will get Villager prostitution nowhere. I will spare no labor in doing this and reckon no labor lost that brings me toward this mark. Even so, Villager prostitution insists that it knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli. Has anyone, at any time, ever been more wrong? We already have our answer: As a respected journalist put it, "The loquacious aspect of Villager prostitution's anecdotes will create a stir between dissolute, morbid palookas and the stuporous public at large." He probably could have added that Villager prostitution's propaganda factories continuously spew forth messages like, "The more paperasserie and bureaucracy we have to endure, the better" and, "Elected national governments are not accountable to their own people". What they don't tell you, though, is that muzzy-headed adulterers engender ill will. That said, we mustn't lose sight of who the real enemy is: Villager prostitution and its impractical mercenaries. Why can't we find even one well-designed, peer-reviewed, longitudinal study that clearly demonstrates that incendiarism brings one closer to nirvana? Probably because no comprehensive study has ever drawn such a snarky conclusion. In contrast, many studies indicate that Villager prostitution and its conveniently bribed allies have been fracturing family unity. As bad as that is, it represents only the thin end of the wedge. Some day, Villager prostitution will likely empty garbage pails full of the vilest slanders and defamations on the clean garments of honorable people. I'll finish this letter by instructing you not to blindly accept my words or those of others as truth. Investigate, discriminate, and question everything not proven. Only by doing so can you determine for yourself that I am offended by the way Villager prostitution talks down to me.

--The following letter is inspired by a quote from Thomas Paine: "He who dares not offend cannot be honest." Let's get down to business: If Altoid's relentless masturbation is victorious in its quest to carry our once-proud nation deeper into savagery and depravity, then its crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity. Tell masturbation that it's frightening that in this knowledge-driven information age, some people still contend that people prefer "cultural integrity" and "multicultural sensitivity" to health, food, safety, and the opportunity to choose their own course through life, and you'll hear a loud "Clang!" as its mind slams shut. Masturbation doesn't want to hear that. It doesn't want to believe that it is easy to see faults in others. But it takes perseverance to challenge its frowsy assumptions about merit. One last thing: No reasonable person would deny that masturbation has no evidence or examples to back up its point.

--I would like to give direction to a universal human development of culture, ethics, and morality. Let us note first of all that the poisonous wine of scapegoatism had been distilled long before Altoid's Mom entered the scene. Altoid's Mom is merely the agent decanting the poisonous fluid from its bottle into the jug that is world humanity. I thrive on debates, statistics, and getting the facts right. And the facts in this case clearly indicate that unpatriotic, impractical pococurantes like Altoid's Mom are not born�they are excreted. However unsavory that metaphor may be, the time is always right to do what is right. That's why we must undeniably teach what I call abhorrent survivalists about tolerance. The first step in that process is to realize that it looks primarily at a person's superficial qualities such as physiognomy and mannerisms. I, in contrast, consider how likely a person is to provide you with vital information that Altoid's Mom has gone to great lengths to prevent you from discovering. That's what's important to me. Either way, the implications of this are obvious. To spell it out, though, if today we don't fight tooth and nail against it, then tomorrow we'll have to put up with it currying favor with clueless grafters using a barrage of flattery, especially recognition of their "value", their "importance", their "educational mission", and other self-deluded nonsense.

Altoid's Mom argues that it acts in the public interest. To maintain this thesis, Altoid's Mom naturally has had to shovel away a mountain of evidence, which it does by the desperate expedient of claiming that criticizing other people's beliefs, fashion sense, and lifestyle is essential for the safety and welfare of the public. There is no doubt that Altoid's Mom will prevent us from recognizing the vast and incomparable achievements, contributions, and discoveries that are the product of our culture some day. Believe me, I would give everything I own to be wrong on that point, but the truth is that once you understand Altoid's Mom's contrivances, you have a responsibility to do something about them. To know, to understand, and not to act, is an egregious sin of omission. It is the sin of silence. It is the sin of letting Altoid's Mom utilize questionable and illegal fund-raising techniques.

Submerge us in a sea of imperialism if you like, Altoid's Mom, because I simply don't care. We must put our religious and factional differences aside if we are ever to reinforce what is best in people. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter. Altoid's Mom's nostrums are geared toward the continuation of social stratification under the rubric of "tradition". Funny, that was the same term that its blackshirts once used to sweep its peccadillos under the rug. As a final reminder, please don't let Altoid's Mom's prevarications dissuade you from purging the darkness from its heart. Let this letter serve as your compass while you journey through its wilderness of lies.

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It's fake. Don't read into it any more than that. It doesn't make a coherent point and has been posted to troll you.

--Well everyone, while Baron Vile Assassin needs no introduction, I do want to state that Assassin's muddleheaded excuses will sound the death knell for our hopes and dreams some day. The points I plan to make in this letter will sound tediously familiar to everyone who wants to punish Assassin for his ribald execrations. Nevertheless, he wants us to think of him as a do-gooder. Keep in mind, though, that Assassin wants to "do good" with other people's money and often with other people's lives. If he really wanted to be a do-gooder, he could start by admitting that his statements such as "Society is screaming for Assassin's allegations" indicate that we're not all looking at the same set of facts. Fortunately, these facts are easily verifiable with a trip to the library by any open and honest individual. Okay, this letter has become much too long so I'll just jump right to the punchline: Baron Vile Assassin is afraid of change.

OMG, these are almost as funny as mad libs. xD

This letter is not meant to be witty or insulting and I am afraid I won't even be able to make it eloquent. But I, hardheaded cynic that I am, will do the best I can to direct your attention in some detail to the vast and irreparable calamity brought upon us by Mayor Hulk Friggin Hogan. You may be disappointed to hear that my concrete suggestions on how to encourage open, civic engagement are sprinkled throughout this letter like raisins in a pudding, not grouped together in a single block of text at the end. This was a conscious decision I made based on the observation that Hulk thinks that two wrongs make a right. Of course, thinking so doesn't make it so. If one could get a Ph.D. in Fascism, he would be the first in line to have one.

From what I understand, Hulk frequently insists that he can override nature. This lie of his cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly bumptious a lie it is. Nonetheless, he likes to brag about how the members of his coterie are ideologically diverse. Perhaps that means that some of them prefer Stalin over Hitler. In any case, if I had to choose between chopping onions and helping Hulk take the robes of political power off the shoulders of the few honest people who wear them and put them upon the shoulders of meretricious rabble-rousers, I'd be in the kitchen in an instant. Although both alternatives make me cry, the deciding factor for me is that I challenge Hulk to crawl out of his sheltered existence and establish beyond a shred of doubt that it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt. For the benefit of any doubting Thomases I will prove that point via an explanation of how I want to deliver new information about Hulk's reprehensible statements, but I can't do that alone. So do me a favor and maximize our individual potential for effectiveness and success in combatting him. That'll show Hulk that every time he tries, Hulk gets increasingly successful in his attempts to squeeze every last drop of blood from our overworked, overtaxed bodies. This dangerous trend means not only death for free thought but for imagination as well.

Hulk contends that the rules don't apply to him and that, therefore, university professors must conform their theses and conclusions to his contemptuous prejudices if they want to publish papers and advance their careers. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces parasitic, saturnine know-nothings (as distinct from the drossy beggars who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that Hulk is morally obligated to bask in the venom-spouting shine of lexiphanicism. In reality, contrariwise, even if one is opposed to wicked absenteeism (as I am) then, surely, it's quite easy for him to declaim my proposals. But when is Hulk going to provide an alternative proposal of his own? In answer to that question I submit—and millions of people in this country and abroad unmistakably agree with me—that my love for people necessitates that I light the torch of human rights. Yes, I face opposition from Hulk. However, this is not a reason to quit but to strive harder. Mayor Hulk Friggin Hogan's scribblings are all about denial, usually in the form of circumlocutory jargon that distorts and evades and seldom stands up to honest analysis. And that's all I have to say.