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      Only help if you can be helpful

      Hey All, A topic has come up of late in the IRC channel in regards to the general feel of the forums and the community that supports them. Things have progressed further than I would have liked with out this being addressed more publicly because I would much rather have snubbed this out sooner rather than later.. but I have been busy. Here is the general rule I would like people to follow: Wheaton's Law "Don't be a dick." Those of you from the IRC channel know that this is the only rule I ask people in there to follow and we generally have a good and lively time chatting about all manner of things. This is basic rule that just about everyone understands and I am going to expand it to the forums from here moving forward. If you can not help people in a helpful and polite manner then I simply ask you to stop. Now I generally take a back seat to moderating the forums as I like to participate in the suggestions forum fairly heavily at times and would rather do so as a forums user than a moderator. But I am also fairly well known for being the person who constantly puts their foot down and so I am stepping up and doing so on here. If you find yourself unable to respond to a message politely then I ask that you do not respond. This mostly focuses on the increasing level of hostility found within the Suggestion forum as well as the Server forum. I do not care if this is the 30th some odd time you have seen someone make the same suggestion. Or even if the new post on an older topic is one entry above the old one. I expect the members of this forum to respond politely to the user, new or old, and point to the older topic if it applies and even go the extra step to suggest they either add in new information or to summarize the outcome of the previous discussion based upon the new post's entry into it. That is what we are here for, that is why I close most topics instead of deleting them, so that they can be found and referenced down the road. The next topic is the slew of derailment attempts I have seen as of late. If you want to have fun and joke around that is what the off topic forum is for and pretty much anything goes there. I do not expect to read a suggestion thread and have to go through 3 pages of image memes people have shot back and forth. Quite simply this is a waste of my time to read and then have to clean up. Now for the summary. I am going to start taking a more active role, especially in policing the suggestion forum, and handing out warn levels to people whom I see doing this. These will be indiscriminate and applied not to just the first person who derails or is impolite on a topic or response, but to everyone whom follows the lead of that person. As I do not like doing things with out giving you all warning this post shall serve as that warning. If you have a desire to bring this topic up with me then I invite you to do so on the IRC channel. Lets raise the level of quality and grow the community. Let us not descend into the quality often found on the minecraft or league of legend forums. There is simply no need for that here. Be passionate about things, just do not be abusive.
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      Recently I've seen a few server listings showing up on the first page of the Servers forum that have been closed for an extended period of time, but have recently gotten a reply from a new member who didn't realize the server is offline. To help prevent this from happening in the future, it would be greatly appreciated if you could use the report function on the original post of any servers that have been confirmed as offline, so that the topic may be locked. If you are the admin of a server and plan on taking the server offline, please use the report function on the original post of your topic to let the TFC Staff know that the topic should be locked. If you are the admin of a server that has a locked topic, and would wish to bring the server back online, please use the report function on the original post of the topic to let the TFC Staff know that the topic should be unlocked. As always, please remember to follow rule #3 of the servers forum and update your topic title to contain the version of TFC that the server is currently running. You can do so by editing the OP, and then clicking on "Use Full Editor."

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  1. Hello! I have always liked these kinds of posts but they are hard to come by. So I am attempting to make my own! I hope you enjoy and please let me know if you want me to keep going with this. It helps me keep motivated . Also I hope this is in the right section! PART 01 "Uggh... my head...." groans Lymerik as he rolls over on the grass clutching the back of his head. He strains as he opens his eyes, it's as if he has not seen daylight in days. Finding the strength to sit himself up, he gazes around at the enormous trees that tower over him. "Where am I?" he questions, still holding his pounding head. After a few puzzled moments it all starts coming back to him. "That's right... I was hit with something." affirms Lymerik. He remembers being held prisoner in the dungeon of Vaelmoor, the kingdom he resided in. The king had decided to exile him on account of treason, and attempting to overthrow the king. At least, that's only the king's version of the story and everyone knows you can't argue with the king. "He was a loser anyways, I couldn't be happier being exiled!" Mutters Lymerik in a sarcastic tone. They must have brought him here by boat while he was unconscious. "Who knows how long I've been lying here for." he says to himself while looking up at the sun. "Hmm, it still looks like it's early in the day. I better look around since I will be staying here a while." Lymerik turns to the edge of the dark forest. The trees loom over him like giants and a wave of dread overcomes him. With a deep breath, he steps into the foliage. The gloomy forest felt alien at first. After walking around and exploring a bit, Lymerik got his bearings on his immediate surroundings. Luckily, he stumbled upon a small pond. He recalled that cattails grew in fresh water, so he knew the pond was safe to drink from. He picked up some sticks and a handful of rocks, which would definitely come in handy. "Hmm.. I think these are basalt rocks," pondered Lymerik, thinking back to his father's old rock collection. He paused for a moment, inspecting the stones. "I should try to make some sort of tools to help me survive, otherwise I don't think I will last very long." He spent some time crafting a few makeshift tool heads, including an axe head, shovel head, and two knife blades. "They're not pretty, but they should get the job done." He exclaimed as the fastened each tool head to a stick. No sooner did he finish making his tools, he felt his stomach let out a growl. "Darn I forgot I haven't eaten anything," groaned Lymerik as he surveyed the forest for something edible. Nothing. "I have to find something to eat, think Lymerik think..." He sat down placing a hand on his forehead. There's no luxury food here in this forest like there is in the kingdom. He knew that there could be some wild greens growing somewhere in the forest. Determined, Lymerik stood up to venture out for some needed food. After what felt like hours of searching, he was still empty handed. His hope for a decent bite to eat was quickly fading. "Oh come on, there's gotta be SOMETHING around here I could eat!" cried Lymerik, as he arrived at the edge of the water again. He slumped down in a pout when something caught his eye. Seaweed. He sat there, staring at the seaweed as it swayed calmly with the waves. "Well, maybe seaweed isn't so bad? It has to better than starving to death..." complained Lymerik as he hesitantly got out his makeshift knife. He had never ate seaweed before, and he didn't enjoy the thought of eating it either. At least it was something to put in his hungry belly, and it meant not starving to death. He leaned over the water to make sure not to get his only clothes wet, and used his stone knife to gather some of the dark, green, slimy seaweed. He had a few handfuls of the stuff when something alarmed him. A deep grunt bellowed inches from Lymerik's right. He jolted up and quickly turned to see what it was. A big hefty brown bear was walking right towards him, and it didn't look very friendly. Lymerik panicked and tried to run but he stumbled over his feet and fell, scraping his knees on the coarse sand. The bear let out another deep roar, this time sounding more enraged. Lymerik picked himself up and ran for the forest. He knew that he wasn't supposed to run from a bear but fear made his body move on its own. Luck was on his side it seemed, as the bear let out one final snort and walked away. Lymerik ran until he couldn't anymore. He collapsed to the ground, exhausted. After a few long moments of catching his breath, he noticed some certain yellow flowers on the ground. "Goldenrod flowers, that means there is clay nearby!" he exclaimed as he took out his stone shovel. His older brother was a blacksmith and he had showed Lymerik how to make pottery out of clay. "If I can somehow fire some pottery it would be extremely useful for my survival!" said Lymerik excitedly. His hope was returning, thinking of all the useful things he could make with clay. He gathered as much clay as he could hold. Looking up at the sky, he realized that nightfall is almost upon him. "Darn I gotta build some kind of shelter or I'm going to be screwed out here." said Lymerik as he started looking for a suitable spot for a shelter. He took out his axe and started chopping down some trees to use for lumber. He always built forts in the forest with his brother when he was younger so he had a good idea of what he was doing. Nightfall ascended quickly, and Lymerik used what he had to build a small hovel in the side of a hill. He knew it wasn't the best, but at least it will shelter him for the night. He used dirt to blend the logs in with the hill and barricaded himself inside. For the very first time this all felt real to Lymerik. He was completely on his own, exiled, and it scared him. It was dark. Very dark. He fashioned a firestarter with some sticks and made a small campfire in his shelter. He huddled close to the fire. The warmth comforted him and when he closed his eyes, he could almost picture himself at home. He brought himself back to reality and realized he had been so busy that he hadn't eaten yet. Lymerik took out the seaweed and was just about to take a bite when he got a brilliant idea! He can cook the seaweed on the fire! He tossed the slimy seaweed on the fire and waited for it to cook. He used some of his sticks to make some simple torches to light up the darkness a bit outside too. The smell of cooking seaweed filled his nostrils. The smell would have made him gag any other day, but he was starving and would settle for just about anything right now. He took the cooked seaweed off the fire and waited for it to cool down a bit. Even though it wasn't the most pleasant meal he has ever had, it sure did hit the spot. Cooking it did make it a hundred times better than eating it raw. Lymerik wasn't tired yet so he decided to be productive and work on his pottery. "Tomorrow I'll have to make some sort of kiln to fire this." He muttered to himself as he started shaping the clay into a jug to hold water. "Making a couple jugs for water would be a good idea, and I should also make some containers." He spent what seemed like hours working with the clay. As he was finishing up with the clay, something made him feel very uneasy. He looked outside, into the darkness. Something was out there, he could hear it. Low guttural moans were emanating from the darkness. Lymerik curled up against the wall as the sounds grew louder. He had a feeling he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.
  2. Steve's Quest

    Hello there lads and lasses, I decided to unleash my creativity and began a story about our well known buddy Steve. But since I am not recording, but writting, I wanted to do something more than just write down some gameplay. And so I threw some mysterious stuff to the pot. I won't publish it here as posts since that kind of topic usually gets quite a pain to navigate through, but I will include direct links to the story on my Deviantart page and I will include a "chapter" list in this first post. So let's get this party started, shall we? Part one: Awakening P.S. Yes I am aware of the fact that this is NOT a video or stream, but hey I still think this is the right place to post it