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    posted a message on Finally the Nether has a use!
    Quote from aTempesT

    Similar shape. The texture looks the same as the netherrack brick... Would be kinda nice having a second kind of fence.

    I second that. I also love the Gothic style architecture they have going on here.
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    posted a message on Finally the Nether has a use!
    Quote from aTempesT

    They appear to be the same shape as fences.

    Same shape, yes, but I don't think they are fences. I mean, they could be... I don't quite know what you're saying! Do you think they're fences, or are you just noting similar appearance?
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    posted a message on Finally the Nether has a use!
    Notice that the bars between windows are too large to be Brick Blocks.
    Edit: Clearly, I meant too thin. Sorry!
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    posted a message on Silent Hill Resource Pack [1.6.4](64x - 256x)
    I love it! I saw a 64x one a while back, but they never finished it, so I'm keeping my eye on this pack! Are you considering having a lower res alternative?
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    posted a message on I still want Furniture
    Quote from icarus963

    Whole point of minecraft is that you are stranded on mysterious new world or "island". May i know where can i get fridge in midle of nowhere ? it takes point of the game and makes it unrealistic.

    Well what of an ice box? If you get ice shards from breaking ice, it can be used to keep food cold. Doesn't have to be an electric fridge.
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    posted a message on Black screen when I make a new world in 1.8
    Same OS, same problem. Issue seems to be that we can't update our opengl. In fact, the only way to do so, for a mac user, would be to buy snow leopard. Ridiculous? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Well... yes.
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    posted a message on black screen
    10.5.8 here, same issue.
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    posted a message on Minecraft 1.8 unplayable on Mac 10.5.8
    Quote from xmlax

    I'm having the same problem as everyone else, and it's driving me insane. I thought this was just an issue with the pre release, but I suppose not. Notch and jeb should definitely release a version of 1.8 with toned down graphics, I don't want to have to go out and buy a graphics card just to play a game that is literally a bunch of blocks! I don't care that it's still, in beta, I payed good money for this game and I'm angry I have to pay for a so-called free update! I really really really want to play 1.8, this isn't fair!!!

    I understand your frustration, I have the same issue. But you paid for the game in the state you bought it in. You aren't legally entitled to the updates. So though it sucks, it is entirely fair.
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    posted a message on Gets to Simulating World, then crash
    Mac 10.5.8 here, same issue. Noticed a lot of users with this OS have been having the same problem.
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    posted a message on 1.8 on Mac
    10.5 here. Can't install 1.8. Well, I can, but it freezes after it says "world generating". Also can't mod. I can mod well on other computers, and have installed 1.8 on other computers. But this one... *sigh* no dice.
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    posted a message on Ender tools?

    Why when something is added , the first reaction of people is making armor and tools out of it.

    You know notch , noobs wont stop , start coding porkchop armor , because in some days , they will be suggesting that too.

    Notch , obsidian armors!

    Notch , wool armors !

    Notch , wood armors !

    Notch , enderpearl armors!

    Dude , why everything needs to be made into armor or tools?

    I second this.
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    posted a message on 1.8 MAC problems ( black screen, can't join servers )
    I have the same mac. Same issue.
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    posted a message on What Happened to Minecraftia?
    Last night I dreamt about the story I told! It was actually really creepy.

    I pictured a peaceful little human village, like the ingame ones. There was a lone miner, digging away in a mineshaft, when he broke into a new shaft. Upon opening the shaft, he found a black gateway, chiseled with odd text. Purple wisps arced in between the obsidian arches. Soon, word was buzzing in the village of this new discovery. The shaft had been widened, and a group of miners were standing around the portal, wondering what to do with it.

    Miner #1 (We'll call him Dave) touched his finger to the portal, which came back smoking and covered in soot. They were all extremely confused, of course. Miner (We'll call him Endel) was more daring. He put his arm through the portal, touching the stone wall behind it. And as he said, "See? There's nothing to worry about" there was a loud snap as his body whipped up and vanished into the portal.

    They waited for hours. And still, Endel did not return. They condemned the mine, and forbade any villager from entering. The elders agreed that they would relocate the village in the weeks to come.

    That evening, Endel's wife wept upon a hill. She sat alone in the moonlight, lamenting her lost husband. She heard something approaching her. It knelt behind her. She heard something whisper in her husband's voice, "Don't look at me." It put a long, slender hand on her shoulder, and she held it. She turned, embracing the creature that crouched beside her, and it held her too. She wept, telling what was left of her husband how much she loved him. All he could say, over and over, ever so softly, was "Don't look at me." As they finished embracing, she couldn't help but pull back and see her husband's face again. But the blackened face and green eyes were entirely unlike her husband's, and she gasped as the figure disappeared into dust in the wind. She sat, alone again. But a rustle alerted her to a presence, followed by a dark voice saying, "I told you not to look at me."

    She was found the next morning by a local housewife. Her neck was snapped, and sooty handprints bruised her neck, a look of terror frozen upon her face. The gate to the mineshaft had been torn open from the inside, and an abundance of spiders and other insects were crawling in the tunnels, as if drawn to something.

    Dave laid in his bed, coughing and feverish, as his wife, Sarah desperately tried to care for him. She had been making him soup and tending to his every need, but he was getting sicker and sicker. Even the pigs had fallen under, their pink skin becoming a sickly brown color, and their jowls downturned as if their face had turned to putty. Their eyes were sunken and beady, and the poor creatures just laid in their lethargy. It was clear an illness had overtaken the village. Doctors came to care for Dave when they could, in between keeping their other patients alive. But as the week closed, the doctor stood over Dave and told Sarah solemnly, "He's gone."

    Her tragedy was interrupted by a loud popping sound from outside. The doctor and Sarah rushed to the windows in a panic, and looking out in the pig pens, they saw a mess of gore and blood. The pigs were running rampant in the pen, squealing and snorting. And without warning, a pig would freeze up, before expanding and bursting into mess of blood and guts. The pigs had turned a murky greenish color, their eyes hardly visible, and their mouths agape beneath their sunken, melted faces. Sarah watched in horror, and she and the doctor were too preoccupied to hear the footsteps coming from the bedroom. Soon, Dave was upon the doctor, his gray face frozen in death, as he desperately tried to bite the man. In fear, Sarah fled the house.

    The streets were flooded with panic. The dead were rising, and man and woman alike were running for their lives. Large spiders ascended from the cave system, pouncing upon humans before sucking them dry and moving onto the next one. One of the elders yelled, "To the stronghold!" As they ran to their underground bunker, they were picked off, whether by arrow, fired by the decaying dead, or by tooth, or by nail. In fact, after the massacre, only seven were left. Four men, two women, including Sarah, and a young boy by the name of Brine.

    Daylight came, and the sounds outside subsided, but nobody dared move. In the darkness of the fortress's rooms, the group sat in silence. But soon they heard a scuttling sound. Faint at first, then slowly and carefully, a small gray creature crept up to the group. It stared for a moment, and when it tried to crawl up one of the men's legs, it was batted away swiftly. It sat, paralyzed for a moment, before screeching. Before the group knew it, they were surrounded by the silverfish, crawling out of floors and walls. They made a dash for the ladder out of the stronghold. The insects swarmed, taking two of the men down into their numbers before the rest managed to escape unharmed.

    They opened the hatch quietly. They looked out upon their village. The houses were crumbling and dilapidated by the attack. The streets were littered with blood, but no bodies. The group walked into the wreckage. It was peaceful now, in the clouded sunlight, there seemed no monsters. The clouds were red, casting a crimson glow upon the ground. In fact, all one could see for miles was the red sky. It was clear the infection had spread. In other towns, ones that had been better prepared, the people raised militias, fighting desperately against the attack. But to no avail. They were all killed.

    One of the men in the group rallied the others. They all knew what they had to do. They had to try to stop the infection, no matter the cost. Nobody spoke as swords and bows were handed around. Each man and woman wielded their weapons with purpose, and even little Brine seemed to be filled with dutiful determination. One by one, they filed their way into the mine, slaying every beast that came before them. Spiders, zombies and skeletons fell to them. They finally managed to reach the portal. And, one by one, they went in.

    They fell out of the portal, gasping and exhausted by the teleportation. They rose to face an enormous cavern of red rock and lava, dotted with glowing rock. They gazed in horror at the scene, and heard a screech from deep within the cavern walls. Around the corner of the cavern floated an enormous, ghastly sight. A floating white head with eyes closed drifted through, with long tentacles trailing behind it. This creature was the source; the guardian of the underworld. One of the men shoved Brine out of the way, and the four adults lined up, pulling their bowstrings back.

    "FIRE!"

    And so four arrows ripped through the air, planting themselves within the creature's flesh. It squealed with ungodly rage, and turned. It opened its fiery eyes and spewed fire at the men and women. They flew about, their bodies landing on the red stones beneath them. They were dead, but wherever they were, death had a different meaning. As they laid, their bodies became charred and black. Corruption set in as they became lanky and thin, their forms sullied by the darkness of the world. Brine grabbed his bow, and ran out into the center of the rocks. The floating abomination turned to him now. It coughed more fire at Brine. He drew his bow, and let an arrow fly. The arrow hit its mark, sticking to the ball of fire as it hurtled back at the one that fired it. The ball of flames collided with the creature, which let out an ear-splitting screech. It exploded into a ball of light, and the concussive blast forced Brine back through the portal and knocking him unconscious.

    Brine awoke. Four black creatures stood above him, looking down at him. An imperceptible whispering came from their mouths. Brine opened his eyes, yet couldn't see. He felt out for the stone ground, and realized he was back in the cave. The gate was closed. The attack was over. He searched for light, yet couldn't. He felt at his eyes, now white and blinded by the horrors he had seen within the gate. Realizing this, he put his hand to the wall, edging his way as best he could out of the mine, as the four shells of what had been his comrades whispered behind him, "Brine... hero... Brine... hero..."
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    posted a message on What Happened to Minecraftia?
    Quote from Gent

    I would think that, if the overworld mobs came from the nether, then they would appear in the nether. It seems more likely to me that they are overworld creatures transformed by evil energy from the nether(so zombies and skeletons are undead humans, endermen are corrupted humans, spiders are enlarged spiders, and creepers are mutated cacti or something).

    That's pretty much what I said!
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    posted a message on What Happened to Minecraftia?
    Quote from ArrogantLobster

    Thank you for corecting me lol

    Yeah, that part is still a mystery, but I'll let you know when I figure out why he's there!
    Anyone else have an idea?
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