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  • Send a screenshot (preferably minecraft related) you've taken that's the most valuable to you, or that displays rarity/importance such as an old server you've played on before, a cape lineup, etc. Also, feel free to send several screenshots if you wish. ^^
    oh, and here are my choices.
    0_1481942470062_Screenshot (219).png Back when Nerd owned Strafe and I was the only one that added him for like 2 weeks.
    0_1481942651122_Screenshot (291).png My highest amount of useless yet empowering page views.
    0_1481942953351_2011 on Red Coat.png Friend lent me a 2011 for a bit.
    0_1481943103253_2016-12-12_21.33.11.png Found someone with a name similar to mine (before I changed it)
    0_1481943298542_2016-11-14_16.44.16.png Found Batman on cube.
    0_1481943330450_Best sword name.png When I got bored, renamed a sword in Cubecraft SG, and ran into a team. (Lowkey did not expect it to show in chat)
    0_1481943716547_YT and Original Name [Fit].png Found Fit during one of his server raid streams (also saw OMG)
    0_1481943845468_Original Name [Intuitive].png Intuitive on a Zombies server I play. on.0_1481944048414_2016-11-20_17.21.46.png Temp 2012 from a friend.
    0_1481946336818_Screenshot (51).png One of my oldest skins from months ago.
    0_1481948877919_Multi-Cape Screenie.png Cape line-up c:
    0_1481949081200_Screenie [dance_perfection].png Screenie with a friend ^
    ^
    0_1481949214410_Screenie [Tempzide].png Screenie with a pVp g0d (until he got perm banned for tons of mutes ;-;)
    0_1481950256642_Screenie [Willowful] (2).png Another Screenie with a friend.

    So what's yours? ^_^



  • Thats pretty og but I had a screenshot somewhere with a majority of the capes. No clue where it went ;-;.



  • I have a lot I'll show one
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    Dat skin doe



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  • I have a really old screenshot from 2014 back then when I was really childish and cringy, yet still really nice
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    My old friends (you can see the followers you know part) :'^) ), when deadlox was still big, and when spaceprison was just comming out
    oh boy, i was a god at every gamemode, yet I was still a nondonor
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    and this buddy boi ;^) (had to censor dont look at my old twitter oml)
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    a time with one of my old friends in 2014 who basically introduced me to skyblock
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    WHEN I COULD ACTUALLY USE MODS (I still use this texturepack :P )
    AND OH MY GOD I WAS A GOD PRESTIGE FREE NONDONOR THERE WERE LIKE 4 PRESTIGE FREE NONDONORS
    oh boy fun times with JAMPATS and Dustronic when I was obsessed with craftingtables
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    Wait a second.. 2014?? o.O then why does my current plugdj say only february 15???
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    Fun times with thomas and leanna in 2014 when they were still dating and I was able to use all the mods :'^)
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    Welcome to leannas rape hole
    oh my when ethan still had mod and spaceprison existed
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    FUN TIMES WITH LEANNA
    also when i was #1 on the xp leaderboard but then my friend pushed me off a cliff in freeworld and then i fell to my death losing 80 xp levels although i got to 600 once and then the same friend pushed me off a cliff and i was off the leaderboards again ;_;
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    Has firefox and plugdj always been this ugly?
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    Oh my god the spaceprison staff I barely knew most of them at the time
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    GODLY AT PRISON I TELL YOU
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    and then like right when 2015 started I never posted on imgur again... :'(
    rip nostalgia
    can't recover any really old screenshots since my pc died ripriprip
    although I do remember when thomas and aidan thought I was a male and then revealed it and their reactions were priceless :'^)
    fun times



  • what kind of texturepack even is this.
    although I had fun times back then in wynncraft during 2014 when I had just gotten to 100 total levels before the whole idea of wynncraft and before the Hallowynn 2014 Mask quest :'^)
    (and I still haven't finished the craftmas chaos quest even though its been 2 years and I still have a red cloth quest item from the quest.. ;_;)
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  • In honor of a friend.

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  • My best Screenshot was of this ign. 0_1490222991624_2017-01-27_19.34.29.png



  • i only have screenshots of lotion



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  • k well!
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    Me and my pvp god friends (2016 August 13)
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    @Riiee (when her name was Arisuu) and @Annieonehere's marriage. (2017 02 06)
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    My lil friends making veryryyreryery inspiring speeches! (2017 02 06)
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    @Sakvra, me, @Riiee then... (2016 08 12)
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    Saku and Rii now (2017 02 25)
    lmao we have been friends for so long ily Mel and Saku ;3



  • At the far end of town

    where the Grickle-grass grows

    and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows

    and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...

    is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.

    And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,

    if you look deep enough you can still see, today,

    where the Lorax once stood

    just as long as it could

    before somebody lifted the Lorax away.

    What was the Lorax?

    Any why was it there?

    And why was it lifted and taken somewhere

    from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows?

    The old Once-ler still lives here.

    Ask him. He knows.

    You won't see the Once-ler.

    Don't knock at his door.

    He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store.

    He stays in his Lerkim, cold under the roar,

    where he makes his own clothes

    out of miff-muffered moof.

    And on special dank midnights in August,

    he peeks

    out of the shutters

    and sometimes he speaks

    and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.

    He'll tell you, perhaps...

    if you're willing to pay.

    On the end of a rope

    he lets down a tin pail

    and you have to toss in fifteen cents and a nail

    and the shell of a great-great-great-grandfather snail.

    Then he pulls up the pail,

    makes a most careful count

    to see if you've paid him

    the proper amount.

    Then he hides what you paid him

    away in his Snuvv,

    his secret strange hole

    in his gruvvulous glove.

    Then he grunts, I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone,

    for the secrets I tell you are for your ears alone.

    SLUPP

    Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear

    and the old Once-ler's whispers are not very clear,

    since they have to come down

    through a snergelly hose,

    and he sounds

    as if he had

    smallish bees up his nose.

    Now I'll tell you, he says, with his teeth sounding gray,

    how the Lorax got lifted and taken away...

    It all started way back...

    such a long, long time back...

    Way back in the days when the grass was still green

    and the pond was still wet

    and the clouds were still clean,

    and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space...

    one morning, I came to this glorious place.

    And I first saw the trees!

    The Truffula Trees!

    The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees!

    Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.

    And under the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots

    frisking about in their Bar-ba-loot suits

    as the played in the shade and ate Truffula Fruits.

    From the rippulous pond

    came the comfortable sound

    of the Humming-Fish humming

    while splashing around.

    But those trees! Those trees!

    Those Truffula Trees!

    All my life I'd been searching

    for trees such as these.

    The touch of their tufts

    was much softer than silk.

    And they had the sweet smell

    of fresh butterfly milk.

    I felt a great leaping

    of joy in my heart.

    I knew just what I'd do!

    I unloaded my cart.

    In no time at all, I had built a small shop.

    Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop.

    And with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed,

    I took the soft tuft. And I knitted a Thneed!

    The instant I'd finished, I heard a ga-Zump!

    I looked.

    I saw something pop out of the stump

    of the tree I'd chopped down. It was sort of a man.

    Describe him?...That's hard. I don't know if I can.

    He was shortish. And oldish.

    And brownish. And mossy.

    And he spoke with a voice

    that was sharpish and bossy.

    Mister! he said with a sawdusty sneeze,

    I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees.

    I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.

    And I'm asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs--

    he was very upset as he shouted and puffed--

    What's that THING you've made out of my Truffula tuft?

    Look, Lorax, I said. There's no cause for alarm.

    I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm.

    I'm being quite useful. This thing is a Thneed.

    A Thneed's a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need!

    It's a shirt. It's a sock. It's a glove. It's a hat.

    But it has other uses. Yes, far beyond that.

    You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!

    Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!

    The Lorax said,

    Sir! You are crazy with greed.

    There is no one on earth

    who would buy that fool Thneed!

    But the very next minute I proved he was wrong.

    For, just at that minute, a chap came along,

    and he thought that the Thneed I had knitted was great.

    He happily bought it for three ninety-eight.

    I laughed at the Lorax, You poor stupid guy!

    You never can tell what some people will buy.

    I repeat, cried the Lorax,

    I speak for the trees!

    I'm busy, I told him.

    Shut up, if you please.

    I rushed 'cross the room, and in no time at all,

    built a radio-phone. I put in a quick call.

    I called all my brothers and uncles and aunts

    and I said, Listen here! Here's a wonderful chance

    for the whole Once-ler Family to get mighty rich!

    Get over here fast! Take the road to North Nitch.

    Turn left at Weehawken. Sharp right at South Stich.

    And, in no time at all,

    in the factory I built,

    the whole Once-ler Family

    was working full tilt.

    We were all knitting Thneeds

    just as busy as bees,

    to the sound of the chopping

    of Truffula Trees.

    Then...

    Oh! Baby! Oh!

    How my business did grow!

    Now, chopping one tree

    at a time

    was too slow.

    So I quickly invented my Super-Axe-Hacker

    which whacked off four Truffula Trees at one smacker.

    We were making Thneeds

    four times as fast as before!

    And that Lorax?... He didn't show up any more.

    But the next week

    he knocked

    on my new office door.

    He snapped, I'm the Lorax who speaks for the trees

    which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please.

    But I'm also in charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots

    who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits

    and happily lived, eating Truffula Fruits.

    NOW...thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,

    there's not enough Truffula Fruit to go 'round.

    And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies

    because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!

    They loved living here. But I can't let them stay.

    They'll have to find food. And I hope that they may.

    Good luck, boys, he cried. And he sent them away.

    I, the Once-ler, felt sad

    as I watched them all go.

    BUT...

    business is business!

    And business must grow

    regardless of crummies in tummies, you know.

    I meant no harm. I most truly did not.

    But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got.

    I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads.

    I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads

    of the Thneeds I shipped out. I was shipping them forth

    to the South! To the East! To the West! To the North!

    I went right on biggering...selling more Thneeds.

    And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.

    Then again he came back! I was fixing some pipes

    when that old nuisance Lorax came back with more gripes.

    I am the Lorax, he coughed and he whiffed.

    He sneezed and he snuffled. He snarggled. He sniffed.

    Once-ler! he cried with a cruffulous croak.

    Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke!

    My poor Swomee-Swans...why, they can't sing a note!

    No one can sing who has smog in his throat.

    And so, said the Lorax,

    --please pardon my cough--

    they cannot live here.

    So I'm sending them off.

    Where will they go?...

    I don't hopefully know.

    They may have to fly for a month...or a year...

    To escape from the smog you've smogged-up around here.

    What's more, snapped the Lorax. (His dander was up.)

    Let me say a few words about Gluppity-Glupp.

    Your machinery chugs on, day and night without stop

    making Gluppity-Glup. Also Schloppity-Schlopp.

    And what do you do with this leftover goo?...

    I'll show you. You dirty old Once-ler man, you!

    You're glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed!

    No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed.

    So I'm sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary.

    They'll walk on their fins and get woefully weary

    in search of some water that isn't so smeary.

    And then I got mad.

    I got terribly mad.

    I yelled at the Lorax, Now listen here, Dad!

    All you do is yap-yap and say, Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!

    Well, I have my rights, sir, and I'm telling you

    I intend to go on doing just what I do!

    And, for your information, you Lorax, I'm figgering

    on biggering

    and BIGGERING

    and BIGGERING

    and BIGGERING,

    turning MORE Truffula Trees into Thneeds

    which everyone, EVERYONE, EVERYONE needs!

    And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack!

    From outside in the fields came a sickening smack

    of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall.

    The very last Truffula Tree of them all!

    No more trees. No more Thneeds. No more work to be done.

    So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one,

    all waved me good-bye. They jumped into my cars

    and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars.

    Now all that was left 'neath the bad-smelling sky

    was my big empty factory...

    the Lorax...

    and I.

    The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance...

    just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance...

    as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.

    And I'll never forget the grim look on his face

    when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,

    through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.

    And all that the Lorax left here in this mess

    was a small pile of rocks, with one word...

    UNLESS.

    Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn't guess.

    That was long, long ago.

    But each day since that day

    I've sat here and worried

    and worried away.

    Through the years, while my buildings

    have fallen apart,

    I've worried about it

    with all of my heart.

    But now, says the Once-ler,

    Now that you're here,

    the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear.

    UNLESS someone like you

    cares a whole awful lot,

    nothing is going to get better.

    It's not.

    SO...

    Catch! calls the Once-ler.

    He lets something fall.

    It's a Truffula Seed.

    It's the last one of all!

    You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.

    And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.

    Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.

    Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.

    Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.

    Then the Lorax

    and all of his friends

    may come back.



  • @Perspire what are the names on the minecon cape accounts in your screenshots? I want to use the 2011 skin on my 2011 xd



  • @Strrawberry COPIED I REFUSE TO BELIEVE



  • D: i was just spreading the story and belief around !!! why cant my religion be respected 1!!!1!
    @Galactxc





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  • @Flash They were both temp access and the original owner of them is sensitive about them (for security reasons im assuming but idk lol) but I've still got the skins.
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    I made them specifically to match the capes and I had them for a bit around christmas time, if you want the 2012 one also then let me know ^_^


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