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    posted a message on Placing multiple blocks?
    It LITERALLY started yesterday. It's NEVER happened before now, and I haven't changed a dang thing other than lowering the quality of everything. Why would it randomly start to lag now?
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    posted a message on Placing multiple blocks?
    So, out of the freaking blue, Whenever I place it block, it places two or three instead of one. No, my game is not lagging. I have EVERYTHING set to minimum and it still has the same issue, and this only started happening yesterday, but it's driving me nuts. It's impossible to play because I cannot build properly. Any one else having the same issue?

    inb4 some one says it's lag any way and doesn't help in the slightest
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    posted a message on vanilla | no-mods | 10 person max | whitelist | 24/7 permanent (multiple years)
    IGN: caster55666
    Age : 16, going on 17 :3
    What about my server description and its proposed culture interests you?:
    I really don't like huge servers... At all. I really can't see the appeal in having huge spawn cities that people ahve to apy for to use and those who don't shell out tons of money get left int he dark. That's why I love finding little gems like these. These small little communities that don't have a HUGE server limit. I love interacting with a small MC community more than anything else. I love creating amazing structures witha small team of like-minded people that wno't start building and suddenly grief the heck out fo our amazing project. I'm so, SO tirred of being told 'Sorry you got griefed, too bad.' Because I refuse to pay 5 dollars a month for a game I already paid for. I just want a nice, quiet server that I can relax and build a nice cottage that WON'T be horribly mutilated the moment I log off.

    Also, I leave on the east coast of the United states, So I should be able to get on in what would be the mornings in the UK :3
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Looking for someone to play survival map
    I would love to, but... Hamachi.... You'd have to talk me through how to use that crap before I could play with you :/
    Posted in: Server Recruitment
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    posted a message on ::Fallout:Old World Blues:: Spout - Serious RP - Lore - Guns - Factions - and more!
    Quote from Willhellm

    Keep in mind, I've had to build about 85% of this by myself. which is why its taken so ever lastingly long to do.


    Oi! I helped Build... Kind of.... I helped you with Dinky, at least XD
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    posted a message on ::Fallout:Old World Blues:: Spout - Serious RP - Lore - Guns - Factions - and more!
    Sorry about posting this again, But I got the President's application done. I've already okayed the position with Crafting_mines! :3

    LEAD LORE WRITER:

    IGN: caster55666
    Age: 16
    Writing Experience: I have had 6 years roleplaying on various websites. Keep in mind, It has been across multiple websites. My profile for my most active is HERE.
    Examples of work:
    "Please, Be careful!"


    The sound of Amata shouting to Rose was nearly drowned out by sound of the giant steel door that kept Vault 101 from the rest of the world started sliding back into place. Rose turned back just in time to see the Overseer shove Amata out of the way and try to leave the vault, a 10 Millimeter pistol in hand. The solid door slid into place just in time to lock the Overseer in, and With that final, mighty clang, Rose was left alone in the world. She shed a single tear and what could have been, what a wonderful life she could have had if her Father hadn't left, before turning around. She sidestepped the destroyed skeletons of the protestors that littered the ground outside the vault, a worried expression plastered on her face. She forced herself to to look away, to look at the door at the end of the small, stone corridor. Rose placed her hand against the weathered wood, closing her eyes and taking a deep, calming breath before pushing the old door open.

    Rose gasped bright light that beat down upon her, blinding her momentarily. She lifted her arm to shield her face, and slowly lowered it as the intensity of the light started to diminish. She still squinted as she got her first look at her surroundings, at the grey, lifeless landscape of what was left of Washington D.C.. She took a few tentative steps forward, lowering her arm completely, and watched the wind send up small dust devils. The crumbling, destroyed ruins of The Capital City stood miles to the east. A small town, just as dilapidated the city, stood to her left. And a hulking, menacing metal dome stood directly in front of her. Megaton, If the entries in the Overseer's terminal were correct. A small town built around an Old World bomb. Rose sighed, putting her own Ten Millimeter pistol away. She prayed she wouldn't have to use it again soon. Why did her Father leave? Why did he not tell her? What was his purpose? She wanted to know, and nothing would stop her from learning the truth. With a final, longing look at the rotted wood door behind her, Rose started down the slope to her right.

    Rose was lucky. She saw not a soul as she carefully made her way towards the menacing hulk named Megaton. She weaved past rocks and small destroyed towers, and after half an hour she reached the west wall of Megaton. Rose placed her hand on the cold, hard surface and started walking towards the front of the town. She was taken aback at the sight of a robot wearing a Sheriff's hat. It was constantly repeating a message about a bomb and being safe, Rose Bore it no mind. What caught her eye was the man, dressed in rags, sat before the closed entrance to the town. Rose approached the man and knelled down, and shook him to full alertness.

    " Please, Miss... I need water... I'm going to die..." The man rasped, placing a weak hand on Rose's shoulder.

    " You poor thing... You deserve better than anything I have, but please, take this..." Rose reached into her pack and grabbed the only three bottles of purified water she had.

    The Man's face lit up at the sight, and he kissed her on the back of the hand. " Thank you, Miss. You're a saint..." The Man said, and Rose merely smiled at him. She stood, and approached the closed pathway to Megaton. Rose looked up at the Sniper sitting above the two plane wings that blocked her path, and waved up to him. The Sniper waved back, and turned his back to do something. In a matter of moments, the place engine above the wings whirred to life, and the wings started to pull away, revealing to large, solid doors. Rose smiled and waved to the man again before making her way inside Megaton. Rose was surprised at the sight before her. Houses lined the outside of a huge crater, all made of the same material as the wall surrounding the city, and at the center of the crater stood a nuke, imposing and threatening to destroy the town if given the proper motivation. Rose was so busy admiring the strange town that she didn't notice a dark man approach her. " Well, I'll be. Another Newcomer!!" Sheriff Simms exclaimed, smiling at Rose. She smiled back, holding her hand out to shake the Sheriff's, and he returned the gesture. " The name's Rose." She said, looking again at the strange town around her.

    " You can call me Sheriff Simms. Might I ask you what brought you to our little oasis?" Simms asked, looking Rose over. " I'm looking for my Father. Mid Forties, black hair, wearing a Vault 101 doctor's outfit?" Rose replied, hope welling within her. Sheriff Simms scratched his beard, thinking on the subject. " Doesn't ring a bell, I'm afraid. You might want to check up at the bar, though. Just watch out for Moriarty, He's not exactly a good man. The bar's sitting on the opposite side of the crater, can't miss it." The Sheriff replied. Rose smiled and thanked him, before walking on the outside of the crater towards the bar. She kept her eyes on the activities below; The man standing in a shallow puddle around the bomb, seeming to worship it. A busy food bar, people talking inn the pathways between houses... It all seemed very peaceful. It wasn't what she was expecting at all. in no time, Rose was at Moriarty's Saloon. She pushed open the doors and grimaced at the grimy place. It was going to take a while to get used to the gritty wasteland after being raised in a clean, sterile vault.

    Rose approached the counter, still looking around the bar, When A Ghoul approached her. Rose gasped and took a step back,a bit concerned. " What's the matter, doll face? 'Aint you ever seen a ghoul before?" Gob asked, quirking what was left of an eyebrow. Rose placed a hand on her pounding chest, and sighed in relief. " I'm very sorry, But no, I haven't. You just surprised me is all..." Rose replied, taking a seat at the bar. " Yeah, I guess having a face that looks like it's been run over with a cheese grater would surprise most people..." Gob replied darkly, grabbing a rag and starting to wipe down the grimy bar. Rose placed a hand on his and smiled. " You know, It's not that bad." She said sweetly. Gobb would have blushed if he had any skin left on his face. " You really mean that...? Gee, Tha-" Gob was interrupted by a thick, Irish accent shouting at him from behind. " Oi! Gob! Wha' The Hell are ye doin'? Get back Tah Work Ye lazy, Good fer nothin' Ghoul!" Moriarty shouted, shoving Gobb out of the way. The Ghoul Grumbled angrily but did as he was told. Moriarty loked Rose over, who was Scowling at his rudeness, before he Smiled and chuckled. " Ah, Butter me butt and call me a Biscuit! I 'aint seen you since ye was a sucklin' little babe, with narry a Tit to suckle!"

    " And just who the hell are you?" Rose replied, disgusted with this man that thought himself a God. Moriarty merely Chuckled again and leaned against the bar, folding his arms over each other. " I knew James had a Red head, But WHo knew She'd be so Fiery! I'm an old friend 'a yer dad's. He was here a while ago, Ya know..." Rose immediatly perked up at mention of her father, Leaning forward and slamming her hand onto the bar. It brought a few strange stares from some of the patrons, but they soon enough whent back to drinking and talking within themselves. " You saw my Father? Where is He? Where di he go!? Answer me!" Rose was nearly shouting, staring intently at Moriarty. The old Irish man just laughed, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. " Oh Lassy, Ye got a LOT to learn about tha wasteland! I'm a Money making Kinda man, Sweet thing. Ye pass me some coin, And maybe my lips'll loosen..." Rose couldn't believe what this man was telling her. Her Father's 'old friend' was trying to wring some money from her, just so she could follow her father. She wanted to draw her Pistol and send his brains splattering against the walls, but what would that accomplish?

    Instead, Rose put on her most seductive face and smiled at Moriarty. " Maybe I could pay you with something a bit more... Personal...?" She asked, her words dripping with a sweet, seductive tone. She placed a hand against Moriarty's face and caressed it, Making the Old man smile. " Mmm... I could use a woman like you around here. The one I got isn't as popular as I like. But you... You could make me A lot of money..." Moriarty said, placing his own hand on Rose's face. She smiled again, planting a kiss on his dirty cheek. " I might be able to take you up on that offer after I find my Daddy... But that could take a while if I don't know where he went..." Rose said, pushing all the right buttons with Moriarty. The old man smiled straitened, pulling away from Rose. " Alright, alright. He said he was goin' to tha' ruins to find a man by tha name o' Three dog. Popular man, Tha' Three dog. Has 'is own radio show. But it would be a suicide mission for someone like you. You don't seem like the fightin' type, and that place is bound to be 'a crawlin' with all kinds'a terrible things. Why don't you just stay 'ere an-" Moriarty was stopped by a powerful smack to his face, which sent him sprawling backwards.

    " Not Interested." Rose said, scowling at him again. She stood from her wobbly stool and looked around the bar. Many people didn't seem to nice, and many more seemed too drunk to hold a weapon, but these people were going to be her only salvation. Rose pulled the Ten Millimeter from her hip and fired a round at the ceiling. The bullet pierced strait through the thin metal and left a metallic ringing sound through out the bar. Many of the Patrons at the bar drew their own weapons, and aimed them at Rose. But she didn't back down, this was exactly what she wanted. " All of you, listen up! You don't know me, and I don't know you, but I need your help. My Father has left me for dead, all alone in this world. I grew up in the nearby vault, sheltered and taken care of. But now I'm here, out in the Wasteland of America, searching for him. I don't have much in the way of money, or in equipment, But I am heading into the ruins of the Capital. There is sure to be many dangers, many pains, and many treasures. Are any of you willing to place your trust in a stranger for the pursuit of knowledge and fortune?" Rose shouted to the entire Saloon. She looked at all the wary faces, beaten and downtrodden. She prayed some one would help her, that some one would stand up and fight beside her. Because if not. If no one wanted to help?

    She was going to be a Rose, plucked from the soft soil of the earth.



    ___________________

    IC
    Name: President Damon
    Age: 48
    Gender: Male
    Appearance:
    http://s1004.photobucket.com/albums/af162/caster55666/?action=view&current=2012-07-01_191609.png

    Personality:

    Calm. Thorough. Methodical.

    President Damon is a fair man. He believes every one deserves a chance to explain themselves. His ability to stay cool in surprise circumstances has saved the lives of many on numerous occasions. He doesn't usually let his sense of humor show, but he most definitely has one. President Damon is known for making jabs at Ceaser's legion and The House, more times in bad taste than good, and is famous for his sharp tongue in debates. He respects his generals and commanders, as he was one, and often times goes out of his way to make public speeches and appearances for the good of the NCR. He regularly visits the firing range to make sure his skills with his old Hunting Rifle are up to his standards, and makes sure that his escorts know he's the better shot than they are.


    Background:
    President Damon was born four score and sev-
    I'm kidding! :Notch:

    President Damon was born into a family of Honorably discharged veterans. They owned a home not far from Goodsprings, and made a living by hunting and trading with the locals and traveling merchants. It was a very simple life, but one that Damon enjoyed. He would help out on the small farm they owned, help keep the house clean, and, when he turned ten, hunt. He found that he was a naturally good shot, and began to hone his shooting skills for the day when he enlisted with the NCR. But, before he could do any such thing, tragedy struck. He and his parents were attacked by a swarm of Cazadors. He was the only survivor, albeit he was badly poisoned and came away from the ordeal with a slight limp in his right leg. He fought hard to overcome these challenges, but the limp has never left him, even though it hardly effects him any more.

    Damon left Goodsprings when he turned 16, setting out to the nearby NCR Trading Post to enlist in the military. After learning of his origins, Damon was accepted and shipped off to Camp Gold after boot-camp. The situation there was horrifying, but Damon toughed it out. He tried his hardest to improve things, though that was easier said than done. He at least managed to set up a make-shift shooing range using scavenged armor and a few pictures of some Ceaser troops. His optimistic, if some what annoying, spirit and his ability to see things through made him a valuable part of the team. But then, the call for reinforcements at the Dam forced him into action. Damon came in half way through the battle, and was horrified by what he saw. Explosions, body parts, and blood filled his vision wherever he went, but he powered through the corpses and into the fray.

    He managed to take out quiet a number of Ceaser's troops, saving multiple comrades with his sharp-shooting skills. His impressive skills netted him a promotion the Lieutenant and a relocation to Camp McCaren. He was assigned to the Sniper team there, and quickly became one of the top shooters out of the troop. After a few weeks of sniping and scouting out targets, he began to grow closer to his spotter; Sergent Willhelma. She was very sweet on him, and they eventually fell in love. They began to spend more and more of their off-time together, and often times got caught making love behind old planes or in the store houses.

    But, Then the Second battle for Hoover Dam began, and Damon was torn from his love. He went into battle praying that she would survive, and used his love for Willhelma to keep him going through the arduous battle. But Damon was cornered by a Centurion, without any ammo. All he ahd was his measly combat knife against a man trained to kill with his Machete. Damon was saved by the man from another soldier, but not before his leg was broken in several places. The NCR eventually won, keeping Hoover Dam safe once again. But all was not well, not for Damon. He looked through the Causality reports, and was mortified to find that WIllhelma had been killed. And, now with two damaged legs, he couldn't fight on the front lines any more. He was honorably discharged from the NCR after being promoted to General. But he wasn't done fighting. Not by a long shot.

    Damon moved to California after he was discharged, trying to find a place were he could forget his troubles and try to forge a new path in the war. He started to enter in to the world of Politics, attending debates and political events int he heart of the NCR. He started to get in with a few of the higher ups, getting to know important political people. He was eventually brought into the running for a member of the Senate! He debated a and verbally fought, using his sharp tongue and wit to win over the populace. From there, he entered the Presidential Campaign, using his experience as a Farm boy and Soldier to win the hearts of the NCR. He was appointed President at the age of 42, and has so far done a smooth job of running things.
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    posted a message on ::Fallout:Old World Blues:: Spout - Serious RP - Lore - Guns - Factions - and more!
    DISREGARD THIS POST.
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    posted a message on [1.1.0][SMP] Dawn of the Modern World (thethirdmike's Mods)
    Quote from Xuarie

    Hot damn, Mike! you're back! What happened, fall off the face of the world?
    :D


    There's this mystical, time consuming world called College...
    Posted in: Minecraft Mods
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    posted a message on [1.1.0][SMP] Dawn of the Modern World (thethirdmike's Mods)
    I've had a world created for the past two months for this mod, I can't wait for it to be updated :D I'll more than likely do a spotlight, too... I just wish I knew how to code, so I could help D: Good luck, Mike!
    Posted in: Minecraft Mods
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    posted a message on Looking for some minecraft buddies.
    Hola, Friendola :3 I'd be interested in playing with you! I'm not the best builder in the world, but I'm Okay with redstone! I've got the basics down pat, at least :P I can build larger structures as long as I don't have to go into detail, but my interior decorating skills suuuuuck...
    • Can you host? Nope 8|
    • Your skype name: Caster55666
    • Age: 16
    Posted in: Server Recruitment
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    posted a message on [1.1.0][SMP] Dawn of the Modern World (thethirdmike's Mods)
    MIKE! We've missed you! :D Welcome back! I'm happy to hear you're graduating, nice job :3 Best of luck to you, and I hope you can figure out all those bugs :D
    Posted in: Minecraft Mods
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    posted a message on ::Fallout: Old World Blues:: [Upcoming RP Server] - Looking For Builders, Writers, Coders, and GFX artists!
    Quote from Willhellm

    Why not help us out and get the server out quicker?

    Builders get first come first server of their choice in factions and a few other goodies that come along with it.


    What about the scribes? Yes, We get our stories and lore put in, but if we're treated like every one else in game, it's hardly any fun.
    Posted in: Server Recruitment
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    posted a message on [1.1.0][SMP] Dawn of the Modern World (thethirdmike's Mods)
    Quote from Rainbow_Dash20

    Hey Doom do you update dead mods often? Cause I have a suggest, Flans mod. Flan didn't have enough time to fully update and release smp before his studies began at his college so he left it open for anyone who could code well to update smp only. Would be super helpful to the community if you could help out.


    You know, A good alternative and less timewasting method would be WAITING. Finals are pretty much over now, why bother asking when it's probably going to be updated in a week or two?
    Posted in: Minecraft Mods
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    posted a message on ::Fallout: Old World Blues:: [Upcoming RP Server] - Looking For Builders, Writers, Coders, and GFX artists!
    An ass spanking? But I like my sittin' muscle! D:
    Posted in: Server Recruitment
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    posted a message on [1.1.0][SMP] Dawn of the Modern World (thethirdmike's Mods)
    Quote from VT_MaStEr

    When the hell are you going to update the mods to 1.2.5?


    Shut the hell up and read some of the other posts moron. You might learn something .-.
    Posted in: Minecraft Mods
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