Show Us Your Best Screenshot(s).
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.
Back when Nerd owned Strafe and I was the only one that added him for like 2 weeks.
My highest amount of useless yet empowering page views.
Friend lent me a 2011 for a bit.
Found someone with a name similar to mine (before I changed it)
Found Batman on cube.
When I got bored, renamed a sword in Cubecraft SG, and ran into a team. (Lowkey did not expect it to show in chat)
Found Fit during one of his server raid streams (also saw OMG)
Intuitive on a Zombies server I play. on. Temp 2012 from a friend.
One of my oldest skins from months ago.
Cape line-up c:
Screenie with a friend ^^
Screenie with a pVp g0d (until he got perm banned for tons of mutes ;-;)
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
Dat skin doe
I have a really old screenshot from 2014 back then when I was really childish and cringy, yet still really nice
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
and this buddy boi (had to censor dont look at my old twitter oml)
a time with one of my old friends in 2014 who basically introduced me to skyblock
WHEN I COULD ACTUALLY USE MODS (I still use this texturepack )
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
Wait a second.. 2014?? o.O then why does my current plugdj say only february 15???
Fun times with thomas and leanna in 2014 when they were still dating and I was able to use all the mods :'^)
Welcome to leannas rape hole
oh my when ethan still had mod and spaceprison existed
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 ;_;
Has firefox and plugdj always been this ugly?
Oh my god the spaceprison staff I barely knew most of them at the time
GODLY AT PRISON I TELL YOU
and then like right when 2015 started I never posted on imgur again...
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 :'^)
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.
My best Screenshot was of this ign.
i only have screenshots of lotion
Me and my pvp god friends (2016 August 13)
@Riiee (when her name was Arisuu) and @Annieonehere's marriage. (2017 02 06)
My lil friends making veryryyreryery inspiring speeches! (2017 02 06)
@Sakvra, me, @Riiee then... (2016 08 12)
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,
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.
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 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.
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
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.
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
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 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...
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.
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
@Strrawberry COPIED I REFUSE TO BELIEVE
i was just spreading the story and belief around why cant my religion be respected 1!!!1!
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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.
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 ^_^