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    posted a message on The Orphanage I The scariest map ever made [Horror] [1.7.2] 1.350.000 Downloads!
    Played the map with two of my buddies, really scary! We had a lot of fun, the jumpscares were pretty nerve-wracking. :D
    Posted in: Maps
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    posted a message on Show me your base please!
    I'm a simple person, I'm not a builder. I make small cozy homes, and I preferably like Mountain Homes carved on sides of a cave.
    It's not much, but this is the exterior.

    I got a storage room currently in progress, I'm planning to widen it a whole lot, while changing the walls, floors, and ceilings.

    My amateur automatic farm

    That's pretty much it, the others I didn't show to you was my Sugarcane farm, my nether portal and my animal farm. But they're all still being made.

    So this is my simple Mountain Home, hope you find it cozy! :D
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on People for the Ethical Treatment of Squids
    Okay let's get this straight.

    SkyDoesMinecraft's fanbase is a chaotic community, we have to learn to accept that.
    Most of his fans are young, and of course annoying. But they're kids, they're going to realize that what they're doing is stupid sooner or later.

    It wasn't completely Sky's doing. He never said that you must call Gold "Butter" or kill any Squid you see in sight, some of his fans made it like that. He even said in his videos where he was playing "The Walls" that he asked his fans to stop forcing people to join the Sky Army. It could and probably might get out of hand very soon.

    I am sort of part of the Sky Army, I like his videos and I watch them. But I call Gold as it originally is and I barely kill Squids, I think it's a waste in my sword durability.

    So my point is: If you like Sky, that's great. But remember; not everyone likes what you like. And that doesn't mean it's YOUR duty to make them like it. And your fandom is like a religion, it's great to have one. But you shouldn't scream it around and let everyone 'convert' to it.

    Squids are gentle creatures, leave 'em alone D:
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    posted a message on I just mined 1.7 million cobblestone
    Must've been really frustrating if you happened to dig out caves, underground lakes, and ravines in there.
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on Ways to Die
    42. Brofisting a Pigman

    43. Making a fail jump trying to cross a crevasse

    44. Skeleton shoots you off a high place

    45. When you realize that you are not Aquaman

    46. Bullying a Villager when an Iron Golem is around
    Posted in: Survival Mode
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    posted a message on Dwarf Craft [1.10][Dwarfs vs Zombies] [Sky Block]
    Quote from Kitkat_007

    IGN: KitKat_007 ^-^


    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on [Collection]TMM's: Minecraft Tales by the Fireplace (With PICTURES!)
    Hello! I'm TheMinecraftMeme, and today I'm going to toss a couple of tales, so get ready to huddle by the fire! Minecraft tales, simple ones, creepy ones, any kind! I'm going to vary them and stories will be published from time to time! :Bacon:


    "Tell me some stories, Grandpa." yawned the young girl, her nightgown flew and danced in the air. She sat on the soft carpet next to the Fireplace.

    "Isn't it about time you should head to bed, madam?" laughed the older man, his hair was white. And he sat on the velvet couch next to a bookshelf.
    His bony hand reached for a dusty large book, he blew the dust out and opened the first page.

    "Tales of Minecraft" he read out loud, his granddaughter listened with great interest.
    This, ladies and gentlemen, are the tales found in the book.

    The Soldier and His Sword
    Date made: August 9, 2013.
    "Are my men ready?" General Hawthorne yelled. Dawn was just approaching, and Hawthorne and his army were going to face the Battle of Fenland.Of course his men were ready. Well, all 39 of them.

    What was that, dear reader? You do not like the number I gave? Well, it's like that for a reason, because one soldier is quite unhappy and not ready.

    He was very, very unhappy.

    "Where is it?" said the soldier, his face looked troubled.
    The bunker laid next to a river, with 2 men who stayed on it. The protagonist and his friend.

    "What do you mean, Waylon?" said the friend

    "My sword, that's what it is!"
    "Didn't you put it outside last night?"
    "I don't know, I wasn't sober yesterday"
    "You got drunk the day before the war?" chuckled the soldier.
    "Do not mock my actions, Richard." said Waylon

    You might be wondering, when did this happen? My dear reader, it's been far too long ever since this occurrence that you shouldn't be asking.

    You see here, Waylon wasn't ready to give up that old rusty iron sword. It was passed down by generations, from his Father's father, and his father's father. It was a special one indeed.

    "I'm heading out to find it." said Waylon, opening the door.
    "Geez, you're the persistent one are you?" Richard yawned and drank his shot of rum,
    "Just be sure to come back, you're saving your life later for the war!" He laughed.

    The soldier strapped his helmet and 5 inch high rubber boots, his body was covered with nothing but muck. Lord knows when was the last time he took a shower.

    Enough time for hygiene though, it was time for Waylon for his quest.
    He entered through a bushy forest, it's confuzzling how he thinks his weapon ended up in there.
    But hey, this is a story, and who's narrating it?"

    "Boy, my wife and I would love settling down in this place" he exclaimed, rubbing his chin.
    After about 5 minutes, he spots a hole."Aha!" he yelled.

    And down Waylon went into the deep hole. He almost forgot how much time passed until he reached the very bottom.
    "Oh cripes, oh no." Waylon wept, wondering how in the world he would ever get back up again.

    "What'ssss the matter?" hissed a high-pitched, frightening voice.
    "I'm lost, that's what" he sniffed, blowing on his handkerchief, oh how oblivious was this foolish soldier.

    The unknown figure came out of the shadows, Waylon took a good look at it, and his eyes widened in curiosity and fear.
    "Eh? What are you?" he stuttered, staring into the creature's soulless eyes.
    "I'm the creeper of the cavernsssss. And what is a human doing here in my territory?" snickered the green monster, his scent smelled like faint gunpowder.

    "Cripes, didn't I tell you already? I'm lost!" Waylon sobbed, honking louder on his soggy handkerchief

    "Don't worry, I'll jusssst get you out"
    "What?" asked the soldier
    "I'll jussssssst get you out" the creature repeated
    "Is there something wrong with your throat?"

    "It'ssss the way I wassss born, excusssse you." the monster said irritably.
    "Okay, little human, I'll get you out of here on one condition." said the creeper
    "You give me one one of your prized possessionssssss" he smiled.
    "I don't got none. All I got is this match." Waylon took out a match and set it on fire, the creeper's eyes widened.

    "Get that thing away from me! Put it down, put it down!" he yelled. Backing away, his body seemed to twitch.
    "Okay, geez." the soldier sighed, throwing it right next to the monster's feet
    "Y-you.. idiot--"

    A very large explosion happened next, and what happened to our main character? Alive, of course. Why would I let our protagonist die at the climax? Silly reader.......

    "Oh, is he breathing?" asked a man
    "Look! His ear is twitching!" beamed another

    "Get out of the way!" yelled a familiar voice, it was General Hawthorne, he scooped up Waylon and brought him to one of the nearby bunkers.

    "Can you hear me, Lieutenant?! Do you hear me?" he yelled again, becoming impatient.The soldier coughed and gasped for air, his body was covered in ash.
    "Yes *cough* sir"
    "Hey Waylon" Richard spoke
    "I found your sword!"

    Waylon stood up, suprised and happy.
    "Really, where'd you see it?"
    "Under your mattress, what in the world happened to you?

    Waylon scratched his head, "I... some kind of... green explosive monster."

    Richard shook his head.
    "There you are, wasting yourself again!"
    "I did not get drunk!" He shouted "I swear, I'm not lying!"

    "Whatever." he laughed.

    "Alright Men, it's time." General Hawthorne led all 40 of them to the war. And finally, the soldier,

    The soldier was ready.

    The man closed the book, his granddaughter pouted.
    "Grandpa, why'd you stop?"
    He looked at her
    "Child, you might not like this next story, it might give you nightmares."
    She stood up and crossed her arms.
    "Hey! I'm not scared, come on, let's go on with it!"
    The man shook his head, smiled, and continued on to the next tale

    The Pot of Soup
    Date made: August 10, 2013
    Be careful reader, this story isn't as pleasant as the others.

    A rainy day it was. Deep in the forest was a small hut, there lived a woman and her son.
    They weren't the richest, in fact, they were so poor, that all they had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, was a bowl of soup.

    "Rolas!" shouted the mother, "Where are you?" she was fighting the roar of the rain with her own voice.The roof was made of Nipa Palms and tough leaves, even thought it suffices; raindrops often seeped through and it made the small house damp.

    "Oh no, where is my son?" cried the woman, she squinted her eyes and looked, to her surprise she found Rolas.
    "Rolas! You clumsy boy! Get in here!" yelled his mother,

    Rolas nodded and ran in, his clothes soaking wet.
    His mother, Maria got a new pair of clothes for his son, he accepted it willingly.

    "Ah child, what were you doing outside in the rain?!"
    "Ma, I thought I saw someone else spying outside our home! I swear I saw it, Ma!" said the son
    "Enough of your lies, boy. Come on, it's time for us to eat, at least you're safe" Maria gave a sigh of relief and headed to the Cauldron. The water was boiling, she stirred the soup and added cubes of pork and salt.

    Pork and Salt. That was the only thing poor Maria and Rolas could afford.

    "Ma? When can we have something other than soup?" said Rolas, longing for food, his mother grabbed a large spoon and poured the soup in a wooden bowl.

    "Oh son, we simply can't afford any other food." she said, as she handed the bowl to Rolas. He looked at the watery soup, and reluctantly drank it.

    After dinner, they went to bed, the raindrops from the roof dropped to their hammocks every now and then, surely, nobody wanted to live in a place like that.

    Morning came, Maria woke up first, she stood up, walked up to the cauldron, and started making soup. This would be her daily routine. Every day, until she died

    Mother noticed that there was no more meat or salt for the soup to have taste, she looked at Rolas who was sleeping.
    "Rolas, wake up!" she shook her son with gentle force. And immediately, Rolas opened his eyes.

    "What is it, Mama?"
    "We have no more ingredients for soup."
    "Good." Rolas joked.
    "Son, please, get me some meat from a cow or pig, and buy some seasoning from the market." Maria handed him a makeshift sword along with 2 Gold coins.

    "And what will you give me in return?" he joked again.
    "Rolas!" his mother yelled irritably.

    The boy chuckled and left the hut, moist air welcomed him. He planned to head to the market to buy seasonings first.

    "Ah, well if it isn't Rolas." beamed the plump man, his beard was long and bushy, his cheeks were rosy. It was Manuel, an old friend.

    "Hello, Manuel!" waved Rolas. The man smiled, he bent down and grabbed some herbs and a small jar with salt.

    "The usual, eh?" Manuel smirked.
    "How's your Mama?"
    "Any news about your Pa?"

    His father, Angelo. Had gone missing for over a month. He went out hunting for ingredients of soup, as usual, and he never came back. Some say he was consumed by the monsters deep in the forest, others say he ran off to find another woman. Maria, who heard this, immediately refused and claimed that Angelo would never cheat on her.

    "Oh, sorry to hear that."
    "It's fine. Hey, how much is this?" asked Rolas, he pointed at Manuel's items
    "Three gold coins"

    "I got two." Rolas sighed
    Manuel smiled and winked at him, "Hey, since you're my kumpadre. I'll deduct it to two gold coins"

    Rolas grinned, "Salamat! Thanks Manuel!"
    Manuel smiled and waved as Rolas went to the forest.

    That was the last time Manuel ever saw him

    As the boy entered the jungle, he searched for an animal, chickens were very rare at that time.
    They normally costed 30 Gold Coins for just one part of the animal.

    After a couple of minutes, Rolas spotted a lone cow. It looked healthy, its body seemed bulk, which was perfect for the soup. Rolas got his sword and crept onto the cow.

    The cow, who obviously spotted him, ran to a nearby bush. He followed the prey, and as soon as he was about to attack, a figure ran past the cow, so fast, that all Rolas saw was a blur.

    Confused and frightened, he looked around. The cow ran away in fear, Rolas didn't care anymore. He was more interested in that figure.
    At least 10 minutes passed, and Rolas was basically lost in the jungle.

    "H-hellooo?" he shouted.

    Doing so made the birds fly out of the leaves of the tree.

    An ambiance came, and as soon as Rolas knew it, someone was behind him.

    The figure stood still, it's eyes were empty, his shirt was bloody and there was fog surrounding him.



    "Rolas?!" yelled Maria
    "Son...? Please, answer me..!" she desperately cried

    It was night in the jungle, and the fog swallowed the air, she brought a lantern to find him.

    Grass rustled behind her.

    She turned around, and almost immediately, the scariest voice whispered to her ear.
    "He's coming."

    She screamed, then, the monster got her.

    Credits to all the books that have inspired me, I couldn't have wrote these tales without the incredible authors.And thank
    you. For taking your time into reading my stories, I spend a lot of time into this :)

    More tales and stories will be released soon! Until now, enjoy :D

    Forever yours,TheMinecraftMeme
    Posted in: Literature
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    posted a message on Mystery of the Pumpkin Castle (1.6.3) - From the makers of the Monarch of Madness!
    Quote from The_Forgotten

    I think I saw the command on the wiki and experimented with it a lot, but basically:
    1. Place a command block, with the command "/testfor USERNAME" (the username has to be the person you selected's in-game name)
    2. Add a comparator next to it, leading to a second command block, with the text you want to tell them (/say, of course)
    3. Find a way to link the first command block to a source of redstone, like a pressure plate, button, lever, etc.

    And that's it! Of course, the way it works, you could do more than just set a message. If something doesn't work, mess around with the comparator settings and the wire itself! To test, make two different copies of this, one using your in-game name and one using someone else's. ^_^

    Thanks very much, I used /testfor once for a proximity dectector and I didn't know you could do that as a Recognition too. Definitely useful :D
    Posted in: Maps
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    posted a message on [1.5.2] "YOU GOT SMALLER" HUGE MAP ! ( ADV-SURV )
    A nice map :D Still playing it through, btw. Putting in adventure basically makes you useless... like if you make your farm or something and you mess up you can't break it anymore. Can't we be in Survival instead?
    Posted in: Maps
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    posted a message on Are Online Daters a problem in Minecraft?
    Quote from ThizBoss

    I agree! Nothing angers me more than people that are 12 playing Minecraft, who think that they are in love, when in reality, the 12-year-old is probably talking to a 60-year-old. I think that it is completely idiotic that they do that!

    I'm 12. I can act as any other age, this stereotypical thing regarding minors REALLY get on my nerves. You really think us kids are all that stupid and immature?

    Anyway, whenever someone says something in MC "hey guys msg me if ur single btw im a guy" I just laugh at them, basically most of the people or "children" as you call it are desperately looking for cyber or interaction. I'm giving these relationships at least 5 days and both partners will never meet again.

    Yes, the age of these 'online daters' estimate about to 9-13 of years. Or any actually, the higher the age the sadder it is. XD
    But it's not that serious, unless one of the partners take it to the next level and ask for more personal information that is when you should back off. Seriously, just don't.
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