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    posted a message on [Update! (3/28)] Bordercraft ver.1.5
    I am a big fan of your texture pack and i am planning on making a Borderlands MC server. What i would like though is that the mobs look like enemies from borderlands. If you could some how work out some time to do this for me that would be much appreciated. I also think this would get you alot more downloads because it makes the mobs into actual animals from Borderlands.

    Mob examples:
    Creeper: flaming psycho

    zombie: psycho
    skeleton: bandit
    Enderman: Guardian
    Dog: Skag
    spider: spiderant
    ghast: Rakk
    slime: green scythid
    cave spider: crab worm
    pig men: crimson lance


    for 1.9+
    Blaze: midget psycho
    magma cube: red scythid
    villager: clap trap
    snow golem: ???
    Dragon: Moth Rakk
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    posted a message on Fallout: War Never Changes REBORN! Tons More Features and Epic Hardcore Role-Play Meet Again!
    Quote from sbuler

    Not gonna quote this time...

    @tjdrago
    Drago! I didn't know you were on here. I played on Ruined World with you.

    @spartan4812
    10 times? On the first page doesn't it say you can only apply twice?

    Yeah i found it and thought id be cool
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    posted a message on Fallout: War Never Changes REBORN! Tons More Features and Epic Hardcore Role-Play Meet Again!
    (Repost because of no reply)

    IGN: tjdrago
    Age: 16
    Role-Play Exp.: I have role played in WoW, Garry's mod and played on the ruined world minecraft server for 6 months which gave me a very good bit of RP experience in minecraft.
    Why Us: The server i was on, Ruined World, has shut down and will most likely never come back. They were serious and had a great community and lore. It was also a post-apocalyptic server and i want to find another in that setting. I love Fallout and have played every game and know the entire timeline and lore of it. Your server looks like great fun and i would love to play on it.
    Time You Can Dedicate: about 2 hours a night during week days and about 5 hours a day during weekends

    IC

    Name: Tj Drago
    Gender: Male
    Age: 20
    RP Example: *A whip slaps the back of Tj's back*
    "Ow! God dammit!" he screams.
    "Language Tj," his mother whispers.
    "Language? Are you joking? We are being forced into labor by a bunch of thugs and you are worried about language?" Trevor yells.
    "Well the least we can do is stay civilized if they won't," she whispers.
    "Screw that! If we want to get out of here we need to fight our way out!" he yells again.
    "Stop talking!" A raider yells as he cracks his whip again.
    "Tj please," his mom whispers under her breath.
    "Listen to your mother Tj. Your mother and I are to weak to get out of here anyways," Tj's dad says.
    "Don't say that dad. You have always been strong enough to fight," Tj says looking at his dad worried.
    "I said stop talking!" The raider yelled as he smacked Tj's back with the whip once more.
    *Tj falls to the ground doubled over in pain and yells,* "What the hell!"
    "Still gunna talk eh? Well we'll see about that after this," the raider grabs both of his parents and slams them up against the wall. "Get on your nees!" he yells
    "What are you doing!" Tj screams.
    "You'll see soon enough you worthless piece of crap. And with that he unsheathed his machete and raised it.
    "No, don't!" Tj screamed at the top of his lungs.
    The raider swung the machete down and decapitates both of his parents. "Wanna talk now dirt bag?" The raider says with a laugh.
    *Tj falls to the ground onto his hands and nees and stares at his parents dead bodies. His mouth hangs agape and he crumbled to the ground.
    "You gunna cry *****?" the raider asks Tj.
    "You will die," Tj whispers, "You will all die."
    "Sure we will," The raider says, "Sure we will." and with that the raider walked away laughing.
    Tj crawled over to his parents bodies and sobbed over them for what seemed like forever. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. He saw the face a man he did not know. The man said, "You gotta suck it up or they'll kill you to and remember, **** happens."
    Tj looked up at him with a cold hatred in his eyes and said, "How could you say that? My parents were just slaughtered inf ront of me and you say **** happens? Go to hell!"
    "Just trying to help," said the stranger and with that he walked off into the quarry.
    Tj knew the man was right about one thing though. If he didn't suck it up they would kill him too. He dragged his parents bodies into a remote part of the quarry and dug them both graves. He put each one in the grave and before he buried them he locked their hands together in a tight embrace, so they would still be together, even after death. He buried their bodies and went back to his station

    The rest of the day the only thing Tj thought about was what the old man said; **** happens. And although he didn't want to admit it, he knew the man had a point. Things were going to happen to him the rest of his life. Most of which he wouldn't be able to control, so he would have to do the best he could with what he had.

    That night when they were sent to the barracks he remembered to bring a bobby pin with him from his maintenance kit. He was leaving this hell hole tonight. They entered the barracks as usual with the guards cuffing them and sending them to their slots in the warehouse. There were no beds here, only a cold, hard concrete floor. The lights went out about an hour after he sat down in his slot. He waited about 3 more hours before he made his move. Most people by that time were either asleep or crying. He took his bobby pin out and lock picked his cuffs. After he got free he crawled to the door of the warehouse and snuck outside. This was it, there is no going back now.
    He snuck through the camp by weaving through the various buildings and watch towers until he made it to the front entrance. He crawled through an open window and hid behind a desk. He peeked around the side and saw two guards standing by the door. One was slightly farther back than the other and out of the other guards sight. This was his chance to be free.
    He crawled up behind the first guard and grabbed his neck twisting it almost all the way around. He lowered his body to the ground silently and took his knife. He snuck up behind the second guard and slit his throat, lowering his body to the ground just as slowly. He took the guards leather armor and a pork chop and then stole off into the night.

    Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
    Born on August 16, 2197 to a family who roamed the wastes with a largely militarized group of people. We settled in one place for more than a week. We would scavenge what we could from the surrounding area and move on. Some nights we stayed in caves the men of our tribe, I guess you could call it, dug out. We traveled through towns and looked for food, water, and most of all ammo. The nights we were caught out in the darkness were spent fighting the hordes of monstrosities trying to kill us. One of two usually died in those battles, but they rarely happened. When i was 9 i found my first computer in an old electronics store in a town we were scavenging. I picked it up and tried to turn it on. Amazingly it powered up after a hundred or so years of disuse and neglect. I wasn't exactly sure what it was at the time, so i just started pushing buttons. After i tinkered with it for a day i had basic control over what it was and how to basically use it. I brought it with me when we left and continued to mess around with it. I learned how to use the programs that were on it and even how to program my own by the time i was 14. Then it was destroyed as we were running from zombies into a building one night. They came out of nowhere and gave chase to use as we walked down an abandoned street. We ran to the nearest building, but as i jumped through the door i dropped it and it was crushed under the feet of everyone behind me.

    When I was 16 we finally settled down in a semi-safe place; an abandoned police station. The station still had running water and MRE rations from before the war. The electricity had gone out, so e still had to use the torches we had been carrying around since before I could remember. There were bunks in the back of the station to sleep on and when we saw them we were the happiest people on this god forsaken earth. We hadn’t seen an intact bed in years and to lay down and actually sleep soundly for once in our lives was amazing.

    When we had stayed there for 6 months and it had a sense of permanence my mother and a few other women we were with started a small farm by the stream not too far behind the station. She tried to teach me how to farm, but I never really payed attention. The only thing I ever really understood was the sugar cane and that was because I had a major sweet tooth. The one thing i did focus on there though was the computer sitting at the receptionist desk. I hadn't had a full blown computer since i was 14, so i wanted to give it another go. This one was more advanced and had more programs than the previous one, so i enjoyed it very much. I learned how to program entire operations and applications for this computer which amazed our tribe or people. It was at this moment i thought i had a really special talent here.

    When I was 19 we finally ran out of supplies at the station and with nowhere close to go get more we had to leave. We roamed for 4 days before we finally found a small town to get some food and water. It was a small welcoming community that told us we could stay there for a few days if we’d liked. Man I wish we hadn’t. That night, while we were all asleep, a large group of raiders came to the town. I woke up while I was being dragged out of my bed and I could hear people screaming all around me. I had no idea what was happening and when I was dragged outside of the building we were staying at I could see a good majority of the buildings around me being burned. The rest of the night was mostly obscure. All I remember was being thrown into a wagon of sorts and taken off somewhere.

    The next morning I woke up shackled to a wall in a long building. My parents were across from me in the same state as I was. A good 75 people were all chained to the wall up and down the aisle. A man with tires on his shoulders came into the room and yelled, “All of you have been taken by the Raptors. You are currently in one of our labor camps. We will work you until you cannot work anymore then work you some more. This is not a place of refuge, it is a place where you work or die. You will be released and sent into the quarry within the next hour.” And with that he left us. I don’t know how long it was before we were released to go outside, but I do know when we went outside the sun was so bright it was blinding. The quarry was situated between two huge mountains. The cliff faces acted like natural barriers to keep the prisoners in. The next 6 months were pure hell for my family and I. All we did was stay close to one another and try to avoid attention.

    One day in mid-July we were working in the quarry and I just got fed up with it. I tried to talk my parents into escaping with me, but they were just too weak. When a guard heard me he told me to stop talking and when I refused he did the unthinkable. He raised his machete and decapitated both of my parents with one swoop of his blade. I collapsed in agony and it was at that moment I swore revenge on all who affiliated themselves with the Raptors. That night I got my cuffs off with a bobby pin and snuck out of our bunk room. I went to the main entrance and killed both of the guards by snapping one of their necks and easing his body to the ground, so it wouldn't make any noise. Then i took his knife and slit the other ones throat. I took what I could from them, which consisted of a knife, some leather armor, and one piece of bread, then I fled the camp. I roamed for another 3 months before I ended up where I am now. And where I am is… well… here.
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    posted a message on 1.8.1 Need ideas for server theme
    I have a 1.8.1 server with a newly created map for 1.8+. I need a theme for the server. The themes i currently have are:
    Apocalypse, World War, Fallout, Borderlands, Halo, or Star Wars

    If you have any suggestions please feel free to reply.

    Once i have a theme i will start accepting people to help me start the server and eventually play it.
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    posted a message on Fallout: War Never Changes REBORN! Tons More Features and Epic Hardcore Role-Play Meet Again!
    Im feeling pretty good about my app if someone would please review it
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    posted a message on Fallout: War Never Changes REBORN! Tons More Features and Epic Hardcore Role-Play Meet Again!
    IGN: tjdrago
    Age: 16
    Role-Play Exp.: I have role played in WoW, Garry's mod and played on the ruined world minecraft server for 6 months which gave me a very good bit of RP experience in minecraft.
    Why Us: The server i was on, Ruined World, has shut down and will most likely never come back. They were serious and had a great community and lore. It was also a post-apocalyptic server and i want to find another in that setting. I love Fallout and have played every game and know the entire timeline and lore of it. Your server looks like great fun and i would love to play on it.
    Time You Can Dedicate: about 2 hours a night during week days and about 5 hours a day during weekends

    IC

    Name: Tj Drago
    Gender: Male
    Age: 20
    RP Example: *A whip slaps the back of Tj's back*
    "Ow! God dammit!" he screams.
    "Language Tj," his mother whispers.
    "Language? Are you joking? We are being forced into labor by a bunch of thugs and you are worried about language?" Trevor yells.
    "Well the least we can do is stay civilized if they won't," she whispers.
    "Screw that! If we want to get out of here we need to fight our way out!" he yells again.
    "Stop talking!" A raider yells as he cracks his whip again.
    "Tj please," his mom whispers under her breath.
    "Listen to your mother Tj. Your mother and I are to weak to get out of here anyways," Tj's dad says.
    "Don't say that dad. You have always been strong enough to fight," Tj says looking at his dad worried.
    "I said stop talking!" The raider yelled as he smacked Tj's back with the whip once more.
    *Tj falls to the ground doubled over in pain and yells,* "What the hell!"
    "Still gunna talk eh? Well we'll see about that after this," the raider grabs both of his parents and slams them up against the wall. "Get on your nees!" he yells
    "What are you doing!" Tj screams.
    "You'll see soon enough you worthless piece of crap. And with that he unsheathed his machete and raised it.
    "No, don't!" Tj screamed at the top of his lungs.
    The raider swung the machete down and decapitates both of his parents. "Wanna talk now dirt bag?" The raider says with a laugh.
    *Tj falls to the ground onto his hands and nees and stares at his parents dead bodies. His mouth hangs agape and he crumbled to the ground.
    "You gunna cry *****?" the raider asks Tj.
    "You will die," Tj whispers, "You will all die."
    "Sure we will," The raider says, "Sure we will." and with that the raider walked away laughing.
    Tj crawled over to his parents bodies and sobbed over them for what seemed like forever. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. He saw the face a man he did not know. The man said, "You gotta suck it up or they'll kill you to and remember, **** happens."
    Tj looked up at him with a cold hatred in his eyes and said, "How could you say that? My parents were just slaughtered inf ront of me and you say **** happens? Go to hell!"
    "Just trying to help," said the stranger and with that he walked off into the quarry.
    Tj knew the man was right about one thing though. If he didn't suck it up they would kill him too. He dragged his parents bodies into a remote part of the quarry and dug them both graves. He put each one in the grave and before he buried them he locked their hands together in a tight embrace, so they would still be together, even after death. He buried their bodies and went back to his station

    The rest of the day the only thing Tj thought about was what the old man said; **** happens. And although he didn't want to admit it, he knew the man had a point. Things were going to happen to him the rest of his life. Most of which he wouldn't be able to control, so he would have to do the best he could with what he had.

    That night when they were sent to the barracks he remembered to bring a bobby pin with him from his maintenance kit. He was leaving this hell hole tonight. They entered the barracks as usual with the guards cuffing them and sending them to their slots in the warehouse. There were no beds here, only a cold, hard concrete floor. The lights went out about an hour after he sat down in his slot. He waited about 3 more hours before he made his move. Most people by that time were either asleep or crying. He took his bobby pin out and lock picked his cuffs. After he got free he crawled to the door of the warehouse and snuck outside. This was it, there is no going back now.
    He snuck through the camp by weaving through the various buildings and watch towers until he made it to the front entrance. He crawled through an open window and hid behind a desk. He peeked around the side and saw two guards standing by the door. One was slightly farther back than the other and out of the other guards sight. This was his chance to be free.
    He crawled up behind the first guard and grabbed his neck twisting it almost all the way around. He lowered his body to the ground silently and took his knife. He snuck up behind the second guard and slit his throat, lowering his body to the ground just as slowly. He took the guards leather armor and a pork chop and then stole off into the night.

    Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
    Born on August 16, 2197 to a family who roamed the wastes with a largely militarized group of people. We settled in one place for more than a week. We would scavenge what we could from the surrounding area and move on. Some nights we stayed in caves the men of our tribe, I guess you could call it, dug out. We traveled through towns and looked for food, water, and most of all ammo. The nights we were caught out in the darkness were spent fighting the hordes of monstrosities trying to kill us. One of two usually died in those battles, but they rarely happened. When i was 9 i found my first computer in an old electronics store in a town we were scavenging. I picked it up and tried to turn it on. Amazingly it powered up after a hundred or so years of disuse and neglect. I wasn't exactly sure what it was at the time, so i just started pushing buttons. After i tinkered with it for a day i had basic control over what it was and how to basically use it. I brought it with me when we left and continued to mess around with it. I learned how to use the programs that were on it and even how to program my own by the time i was 14. Then it was destroyed as we were running from zombies into a building one night. They came out of nowhere and gave chase to use as we walked down an abandoned street. We ran to the nearest building, but as i jumped through the door i dropped it and it was crushed under the feet of everyone behind me.

    When I was 16 we finally settled down in a semi-safe place; an abandoned police station. The station still had running water and MRE rations from before the war. The electricity had gone out, so e still had to use the torches we had been carrying around since before I could remember. There were bunks in the back of the station to sleep on and when we saw them we were the happiest people on this god forsaken earth. We hadn’t seen an intact bed in years and to lay down and actually sleep soundly for once in our lives was amazing.

    When we had stayed there for 6 months and it had a sense of permanence my mother and a few other women we were with started a small farm by the stream not too far behind the station. She tried to teach me how to farm, but I never really payed attention. The only thing I ever really understood was the sugar cane and that was because I had a major sweet tooth. The one thing i did focus on there though was the computer sitting at the receptionist desk. I hadn't had a full blown computer since i was 14, so i wanted to give it another go. This one was more advanced and had more programs than the previous one, so i enjoyed it very much. I learned how to program entire operations and applications for this computer which amazed our tribe or people. It was at this moment i thought i had a really special talent here.

    When I was 19 we finally ran out of supplies at the station and with nowhere close to go get more we had to leave. We roamed for 4 days before we finally found a small town to get some food and water. It was a small welcoming community that told us we could stay there for a few days if we’d liked. Man I wish we hadn’t. That night, while we were all asleep, a large group of raiders came to the town. I woke up while I was being dragged out of my bed and I could hear people screaming all around me. I had no idea what was happening and when I was dragged outside of the building we were staying at I could see a good majority of the buildings around me being burned. The rest of the night was mostly obscure. All I remember was being thrown into a wagon of sorts and taken off somewhere.

    The next morning I woke up shackled to a wall in a long building. My parents were across from me in the same state as I was. A good 75 people were all chained to the wall up and down the aisle. A man with tires on his shoulders came into the room and yelled, “All of you have been taken by the Raptors. You are currently in one of our labor camps. We will work you until you cannot work anymore then work you some more. This is not a place of refuge, it is a place where you work or die. You will be released and sent into the quarry within the next hour.” And with that he left us. I don’t know how long it was before we were released to go outside, but I do know when we went outside the sun was so bright it was blinding. The quarry was situated between two huge mountains. The cliff faces acted like natural barriers to keep the prisoners in. The next 6 months were pure hell for my family and I. All we did was stay close to one another and try to avoid attention.

    One day in mid-July we were working in the quarry and I just got fed up with it. I tried to talk my parents into escaping with me, but they were just too weak. When a guard heard me he told me to stop talking and when I refused he did the unthinkable. He raised his machete and decapitated both of my parents with one swoop of his blade. I collapsed in agony and it was at that moment I swore revenge on all who affiliated themselves with the Raptors. That night I got my cuffs off with a bobby pin and snuck out of our bunk room. I went to the main entrance and killed both of the guards by snapping one of their necks and easing his body to the ground, so it wouldn't make any noise. Then i took his knife and slit the other ones throat. I took what I could from them, which consisted of a knife, some leather armor, and one piece of bread, then I fled the camp. I roamed for another 3 months before I ended up where I am now. And where I am is… well… here.
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    posted a message on ~Serious Fallout RolePlay~
    How long have you been Roleplaying?: [[ 4 ]] Years

    On a scale of 1-10 how good do you think you are at role-palying?: 10

    What faction do you wish to be in? (leave blank for wastelander): I wouldl ike to start my own BoS chapter in Russia if that would be alright with you.

    Would you like to be a Role-Player or builder?: Both if you need it.

    I would also like you to know that i know the entire story line of the Fallout universe and have played Fallout, 1, 2, 3, and New Vegas.
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    posted a message on How to improve the Swamp biome!
    He should put more trees in the water and put them closer together.
    Posted in: 1.8 Update Discussion
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    posted a message on New Challenge Map The Caverns of Elvrador
    This map is almost impossible
    Posted in: Maps
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    The built **** on the tower, built a bunker by my base. and aj said they were planning to blow the place up because "The map was changing anyway"

    I'm mad bro :angry.gif:
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Some faggots thought it would be cool to build on and **** up my island while i was gone... :SSSS:
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Very good character build with Joseph
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Some please answer because if it has, nothing changed
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    My island is going to, they moved it with the map, and they updated to 1.6...
    Posted in: PC Servers
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