Baron Baconeer

Don't post if you don't care. Can't you see you're being a complete idiot.

IT'S NEW AND STRANGE SO I MUST HATE IT

IT'S NEW AND STRANGE SO I MUST HATE IT

After I'm done judging the build contest entries tomorrow, the server is switching back to Faction Wars, however there are some changes to the game this time around.
GUERILLA FACTION WARS
Players can no longer place (or break) furnaces, brewing stands or enchantment tables.
However, these special blocks can still be found on specific places on the map. You'll need to fight for control!
Faction power per player is now 4 points. You lose all 4 points when you die (minimum -4)! Regeneration is still 0.2 point per minute.
Max faction power is 16, so more than 4 players in your faction won't allow you to claim more land (however they can help maintain your faction power if someone dies)
The map pre-generated using the custom 'Tropic' world generator. 2000 radius WorldBorder. Important locations will be marked on the live map.

Wait, I have a fanbase and didn't even know it?

It was to my knowledge that this forum hated MLP. How dare you bring this heresy here.

Because real men brave the Ural, and never give up.

I was born February the 30th, 1848. The Nazi's had already taken over Santa's workshop and the southern hemisphere was under martian control. I distinctly remember the doctor bring me up and about the spank me. And the moment his white-gloved hand collided with my soft, whiter, tushie everything became clear!
I demanded that my doctor release me immediately. So shocked was he that he dropped me straight onto my head and cracked the ground. I pulled a pair of devilish black shade from the thin air and but them on tiny and adorable little head. It was at this moment that my life was forever changed. Martians, Nazi's, and even a few Nazi Martians burst through the door! I remember them taking aim and firing as I dived at the front one, a karate kick to the face. I didn't stop there, spinning my legs around me as I landed to trip up a few others in the doorway. I immediately back-flipped behind one of the few remaining men standing, breaking his neck effortlessly in the fall. I turned down the hall way, meeting eye to eye with my arch nemesis. His small, big headed, green frame stood straight in his brown tench coat-like uniform. His raven black hair parted at the middle and he stared at me from behind his toothbrush moustache with eye the size of rugby balls.
"Mawshian Hitwer..." I gasped
He fired a telekinetic burst, blasting me from my feet and out the window.
Fast-forward 6 years, to the French Revolution. Louis was there at the guillotine for heinous crimes against society. His wife's spendings on the cheaply manufactured goods of the mole squirrels being far too high for the populace. And that's not even mentioning their intergalactic policies with the space gingers! I know it sounds strange, but that's how things worked back then. But I digress.
I swooped in from the side in a desperate attempt to save the mortally-endangered monarch. But I failed once more as I watched my arch nemesis drop the guillotine on the one man that dared to oppose his regime.
Age fourteen, I met the love of my life. Never before had I thought so highly of another living being. We spent every day together, in each other's arms at every chance. It was a feeling greater than any I had ever felt before. It was a glorious, harmonious relationship that no person doubted would last for less than an eternity!But one fateful day, as we kissed under the pale moonlight, her true form was revealed.
My arch-nemesis once more stood in front of me, laughing maniacally. I was devastated. I remember it so clearly, his stork-like walk as the evil beast made his way back to his flying saucer.
And here I am now, searching the internet for an army of able people. Those well equipped with knowledge, strength, or a sense of justice! So far I have been completely unsuccessful. But one day I will rise up against the Martian tyranny and face my nemesis one final time. We will do battle upon the Eiffel tower. And what a glorious battle it shall be.

If only there were a special subforum that only elite-forum members can see that's filled with boobs and secret plans of supreme evil

FORUM SUGGESTION: Make the design a bit more modern (just a teensy bit) it needs a bit of a revamp (e.g. disney font)

I'll be sure to remind you about our conversation tomorrow.

Blah blah friend politics blah blah unfair blah blah accepted anyway blah blah dictatorship blah blah haters gonna hate.

God, stop revealing the server we play on ALL THE TIME.

I LOST MY BICYCLE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Wow, you must be a shining beacon of maturity yourself.

I created a little installer for the people that use steam.

You can download it here!

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I think both (and most likely some other people) will have admin rights. Also tell your friend to stop giving you reputation for no reason whatsoever. It makes you both look stupid.

MC players will always be crying about that I'm afraid.

Wall of images incomming!

Accurate representation.

more to come?

111hidef1 was confused about the actions of a admin, makes a topic.
Awesomeo and 111hidef1 finish this peacefully, discussion was over.
And yet you guys still have to make the "ABOOSE" joke as if the OP was just whining about it without any kind of reason.
I cannot see the humor if it was a joke, you guys look like complete asshats now.

What the flying fuck does Discord have to do with this? The fact that we are your worst enemies doesn't mean we pushed on an admin of his own free will to do something. Admin always know what's wrong and whats right.

Wow, you must be a shining beacon of maturity yourself.