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    posted a message on Xbox nonsense
    Quote from BC_Programming

    I may be a little late to the party...

    but holy **** did you hear they are making Doom for the Sega 32X! That is ****ed up now the Doom newsgroups are going to be filled with 7 year old Sega fanboys!

    *this post is 16 years, 203 days, 8 hours, 39 minutes too late*

    I love this post.
    Posted in: Discussion
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    posted a message on Going to xbox?
    ITT: OP complains that someone else has what OP thinks makes him unique.
    Posted in: Discussion
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    posted a message on Hatches-improved?
    Quote from wyrmhole

    Or, observing that the hatch goes at the bottom of a block, you could place the hatch above the hole, and then there's no issues with getting out of the hole. You just climb the ladder all the way up.



    Because for every other pattern in the game, position in the crafting grid is irrelevant, only the pattern matters. There is no reason to start changing this now. Or to make a "top hatch" vs "bottom hatch" different items at all.

    If this feature is added -- and despite my eye-rolling at many (but not all) of the complaints about the current hatches, I think it should be -- it should simply be like doors, where the direction you place it from dictates the resulting orientation.




    That's only true if you attach the hatch on the same side as the ladders, so when it opens it's directly above the ladder. Otherwise you can climb up and out just fine. And in real life, would you have the hatch open up that way? So that the open door is in your way as you climb up the ladder? No, you wouldn't.

    They're quite useful, at least if you like things like collapsing staircases, drawbridges, or minecart pez dispensers.



    If it bothers you to see them sunk into the ground, then don't do that! Place them on top of the hole, as they're supposed to be, and it looks fine. This way, you can make it easy to get out of the hole with ladders without having to worry about placing half-blocks around it, or making the trap door climbable like a ladder which makes no sense.

    I'm all for adding the option, but it shouldn't simply be swapped for the other way.



    I don't think people are proposing that. I think we all just want it to be made so that if you are placing hte hatch from above, it will be placed along hte top of the hole, and if you are below it would place on the bottom of the hole.
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on The Spider
    Tell me how you like it. I posted it here about a year ago, notch even put it on his blog at http://notch.tumblr.com/post/474952074/the-spider-by-nazzer-based-on-the-raven-by-e-a-poe


    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I crafted weak and weary,
    Over many a dark and curious workbench of forgotten ore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my fortress door.
    `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my fortress door -
    Only this, and nothing more.'

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying pig wrought its pork upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my mine surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost gold ore -
    For the rare and radiant rock whom the angels named gold ore -
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each darkened tunnel
    Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my fortress door -
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my fortess door; -
    This it is, and nothing more,'

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    `Sir,' said I, `or Zombie, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was crafting, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my fortress door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
    But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no day cycle,
    And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, `gold ore!'
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, `Gold ore!'
    Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the fortress turning, all my coal within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
    Let my hearts be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
    'Tis the pigs and nothing more!'

    Open here I flung the sand blocks, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately spider of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or zombie, perched above my fortress door -
    Perched upon a bust of Saint Notch just above my fortress door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this arachnid beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy width be a block and wider, thou,' I said, `art sure no hider.
    Ghastly grim and ancient spider wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Minecraftian shore!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    Much I marvelled this black arachnid to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bug above his fortress door -
    Bug or beast above the sculptured bust above his fortress door,
    With such 3 names as `No more ore.'

    But the spider, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
    Those three words, as if his soul in that one phrase he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered - not a legjoint then he fluttered -
    Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have burnt before -
    On the morrow he will leave me, as zombies have burnt before.'
    Then the bug said, `No more ore.'

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his mines one burden bore -
    Till the dirges of his fort that melancholy burden bore
    Of "No more, no more ore."'

    But the spider still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a crafted seat in front of bug and bust and door;
    Then, upon the gray cloth sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bug of yore -
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bug of yore
    Meant in screeching `No More Ore.'

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the mob whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's gray cloth lining that the torch-light gloated o'er,
    But whose gray cloth crafted lining with the torch-light gloating o'er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
    Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of gold ore!
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost gold ore!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bug or devil! -
    Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this random land gen'rated -
    On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
    Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bug or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted tunnel through whom angels veined Gold ore-
    Clasp a rare and darkened tunnel, through whom angels veined Gold ore?'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    `Be that word our sign of parting, bug or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
    `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Minecraftian shore!
    Leave no white string as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy fangs from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    And the spider, never jumping, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Saint Notch just above my fortress door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the torch-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall find there's - no more ore!




    Even though this was mainly about running out of ore on smaller maps on Indev mode, it still applies.
    Posted in: Fan Art
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    posted a message on The Spider
    Quote from terzaerian

    Quoth the spider, SHRREEEEEEEE

    Nice parody! Though it should technically be in Fan Art. :tongue.gif:

    oops! Can a mod move it?
    Posted in: Discussion
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    posted a message on The Spider
    Tell me how you like it. I posted it here about a year ago, notch even put it on his blog at http://notch.tumblr.com/post/474952074/the-spider-by-nazzer-based-on-the-raven-by-e-a-poe


    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I crafted weak and weary,
    Over many a dark and curious workbench of forgotten ore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my fortress door.
    `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my fortress door -
    Only this, and nothing more.'

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying pig wrought its pork upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my mine surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost gold ore -
    For the rare and radiant rock whom the angels named gold ore -
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each darkened tunnel
    Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my fortress door -
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my fortess door; -
    This it is, and nothing more,'

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    `Sir,' said I, `or Zombie, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was crafting, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my fortress door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
    But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no day cycle,
    And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, `gold ore!'
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, `Gold ore!'
    Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the fortress turning, all my coal within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
    Let my hearts be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
    'Tis the pigs and nothing more!'

    Open here I flung the sand blocks, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately spider of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or zombie, perched above my fortress door -
    Perched upon a bust of Saint Notch just above my fortress door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this arachnid beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy width be a block and wider, thou,' I said, `art sure no hider.
    Ghastly grim and ancient spider wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Minecraftian shore!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    Much I marvelled this black arachnid to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bug above his fortress door -
    Bug or beast above the sculptured bust above his fortress door,
    With such 3 names as `No more ore.'

    But the spider, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
    Those three words, as if his soul in that one phrase he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered - not a legjoint then he fluttered -
    Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have burnt before -
    On the morrow he will leave me, as zombies have burnt before.'
    Then the bug said, `No more ore.'

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his mines one burden bore -
    Till the dirges of his fort that melancholy burden bore
    Of "No more, no more ore."'

    But the spider still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a crafted seat in front of bug and bust and door;
    Then, upon the gray cloth sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bug of yore -
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bug of yore
    Meant in screeching `No More Ore.'

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the mob whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's gray cloth lining that the torch-light gloated o'er,
    But whose gray cloth crafted lining with the torch-light gloating o'er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
    Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of gold ore!
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost gold ore!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bug or devil! -
    Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this random land gen'rated -
    On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
    Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bug or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted tunnel through whom angels veined Gold ore-
    Clasp a rare and darkened tunnel, through whom angels veined Gold ore?'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    `Be that word our sign of parting, bug or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
    `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Minecraftian shore!
    Leave no white string as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy fangs from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
    Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

    And the spider, never jumping, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Saint Notch just above my fortress door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the torch-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall find there's - no more ore!




    Even though this was mainly about running out of ore on smaller maps on Indev mode, it still applies.
    Posted in: Discussion
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    posted a message on My creeper proof entrance
    Quote from BurlyNate

    So here we have the standard jumping challenge, It's a bid dangerous as a simple missed step means instant death

    ::snip::

    I love this. UBER SECRET LAIR!
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    posted a message on Why would you strip mine?
    Quote from deviator

    That is a side view... the white spaces are the horizontal hallways and the colored blocks are actually stone but I colored them so you could see which blocks are in view and that none are being missed by using this method.

    Okay, then, that actually is the best possible method of stripmining.
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on Why would you strip mine?
    Quote from deviator

    If you do the 3 wide correctly, you will not miss 1 single block... for example:

    :Orange: :Orange: :Turquoise: :: :Turquoise: :Orange: :Orange:
    :Orange: :Purple: :Turquoise: :: :Turquoise: :Indigo: :Orange:
    :Purple: :: :Purple: :Turquoise: :Indigo: :: :Indigo:
    :Purple: :: :Purple: :Yellow: :Indigo: :: :Indigo:
    :Orange: :Purple: :Yellow: :: :Yellow: :Indigo: :Orange:
    :Orange: :Orange: :Yellow: :: :Yellow: :Orange: :Orange:


    Here you can see that from each branch you can see every block possible within the confines of the mine. Each branch has it's own color and the orange would be seen by the branches not displayed in the graphic.



    Hmm....


    You can do this with ong, horizontal hallways, actually. Try replacing the colored blocks with smoothstone and you'll get what I mean. That's a fast way to uncover lots of ore in a more efficient manner than stripmining.
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on Theoretical piston-based rotating lighthouse
    Quote from baggerboot

    Redstone torches don't connect. Or if you are talking about the redstone dust; wiring this thing up is also possible, although hard to explain how to do it. If you want, you can send me a copy of the save file, and I'll do the redstone stuff for you.

    Well, I don't use mods, so I don't have something this applies to until Notch adds pistons.
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on What are your Minecraft sayings?
    Minecraft: Punch the **** out of pigs
    Posted in: Discussion
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    posted a message on Theoretical piston-based rotating lighthouse
    Quote from baggerboot

    This is possible, and not very hard to do. You can power the pistons from below, with redstone torches, like this: (side view)

    :||||: :||||: :||||:
    :--+: :--+: :--+:
    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:
    :--+: :--+: :--+:
    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:
    :--+: :--+: :--+:
    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:
    :--+: :--+: :--+:
    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:
    :--+: :--+: :--+:
    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:
    :--+: :--+: :--+:
    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:

    Then you make a pulse generator at the bottom of the lighthouse, below ground level (So you have more space). It's a bit hard to explain, but what I'm trying to point out is that this is possible.

    But wouldn't the redstone connect in places like this:

    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:
    :--+: :--+: :--+:
    :cobblestone: :cobblestone: :cobblestone:
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on It takes too damn much wood to make fences!
    Just go kill some trees, plant a load of them, kill some skeletons and make bone meal, apply bonemeal to saplings, rinse and repeat.
    Posted in: Suggestions
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    posted a message on Theoretical piston-based rotating lighthouse
    I was thinking about possible ways to make a more realistic lighthouse, and I think I've determined a way, assuming pistons are added officially. You could surround the center block of light (Be it glowstone or fire) with pistons in every position

    :Glass: :Glass: :Glass: :Glass: :Glass:
    :Glass: :||||: :||||: :||||: :Glass:
    :Glass: :||||: :VV: :||||: :Glass:
    :Glass: :||||: :||||: :||||: :Glass:
    :Glass: :Glass: :Glass: :Glass: :Glass:

    here is an example of a top-down view of such a contraption. Each :||||: would be a piston, and they would be timed via redstone to raise and lower in a wave, so that they would lowered in groups of three, with one end raising as the next lowers, rinse and repeat.

    Does anyone know if it might be possible for raised pistons to block light? Would this be possible?
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on no dragons in Minecraft?
    Quote from M1n3Cru3l

    you know what ? F**k you

    Dude, calm down. This is the internet, acting like a 12 year old won't help you here. Just go to the link posted above, or google "Will there be dragons in minecraft".
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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