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ziberoo

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  1. I want a class with which you bring blocks to life to fight for you. Which block you controlled changed the effect, lava would be a fire attack for example. The block would float around you and as you got better you could control more blocks and better ones, like eventually get an obsdian or something which blocks mobs.

  2. Well, it's simple. Cheap Shot used his incredible admin powers to create a false user that is at his disposal whenever the echoes of his identity crisis surface. Although it is really Cheap Shot, the regular black name is part of the disguise.

    But how he possibly not have a red name? How is that possible?

  3. Cheap had an identity crisis in the middle of a whalebox thread.

    The echoes of it still occasionally surface in the form of random threads blatantly advertising new plans and features.

    It's a terrible affliction...

    I'm still confused. How can he possibly be cheapshot? Cheapshot has a red name, always. How can girl possibly cheapshot!?

  4. Well that mod works completely with 1.5.2, so Hexxit is for 1.5.2, and all 3 armor sets(yes the ones that are the weird constellation people as the image)have 3D parts. Also the 3 "classes" are known as scale, thief, and tribal according to this mod's textures inside the .jar.

    That is actually most likely the name of the armor.

  5. I think Hexxit will actually be a detective mod for minecraft. You're in L.A. Everything's gone black and white. You read the news "Barmy 'Bama Beaten By Baby with Baseball Bat." You get a new case. Someone's been raiding dungeons. You ask around, talk to a few witnesses, and come to the conclusion that you know who's behind it - the hacker gang. A terrifying trio of trigonometry, these revolting rascals raided those rooms like a rabid rocker on 'roids. They have been stealing stuff since they could slide. The rogue, Rick, was really a rock with a ridiculous rapping voice. The warrior, Wot, was wierd as a wobbling wapperjack. And finally, the bowier, Bob. He was the brains of the bozos. Back from his bomb biscuit business, he was a nasty nicker who needed a needle in his neck. Now that I know who was behind the whole thing, I needed to find where they had gone. Luckily, they left a lingering lane of laxatives. Tracing the track, it took me to a tea party! What? Why? Was this all a...trap!?

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