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[原创] 论坛里面有人玩minecraft吗?

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 楼主| 发表于 2013-10-29 04:26:33 | 显示全部楼层
chinalianxin 发表于 2013-10-28 05:40
难道乃不玩么?只是给大家搭建个服务器?

嗯,事情很多,我自己不玩
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发表于 2013-10-29 11:35:10 | 显示全部楼层
回到学校  开始挂机模式~建房子是我最大的乐趣~屠龙什么的倒是兴趣不大~so,我需要圆石~
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发表于 2013-10-29 19:36:13 | 显示全部楼层
Stella 发表于 2013-10-27 18:38
终于把红石电路的基本运用掌握的差不多了。把去xx家的那条小隧道改造了一下,做了一个只能限时通过的活塞桥 ...

我去过了一下没发生什么神奇的事情呀?
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发表于 2013-10-29 22:26:15 | 显示全部楼层
哇咔咔,建了个二维码
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发表于 2013-10-30 08:35:40 | 显示全部楼层
本帖最后由 Stella 于 2013-10-30 09:50 编辑

我提醒一下几个人。开创造别太过分,我不想毁了你们的建筑,也不想限制你们在建筑上进行发挥。但是

服务器现在很卡。。。
真的很卡。。。
我到一些地方的时候卡到只有几帧。我觉得以我机子的性能都吃不住的话,只能说有点过分了。

另外,在别人的服务器里,不要用TNT。除非你想把服务器崩掉。这玩意和流水岩浆一样是服务器杀手。(我不知道是谁在什么时候用的TNT,但是我刚才登录进去的时候,炸坑留下的方块还留在那里,经验球也还在。都卡住了。)我在xx家边上留下的那个大坑是和5只凋零单挑时留下的,不是拿TNT炸出来的。(现在去看的话已经被人用TNT炸到底了,原本的深度大概是20格-40格左右)所以想开坑别用TNT
我理解你们觉得流水,岩浆看上去非常狂拽酷炫,但是,这些东西对服务器来说是个极大的负担。尤其是下落状态的高空流水和高空岩浆。(这就是为什么MC的水面都是静态水。因为如果水面是动态的话没多少机子受的了)
另外,普通的红石电路没什么,频率不要太高问题就不大。普通工作频率的红石没有什么问题。所以昴星团人和我都注意一下不要造出高频电路就行。高频电路是红石对服务器唯一的威胁。所以如果有人想做电路,也请记住不要做高频电路。除非想把服务器崩掉。
如果服务器继续这么卡下去我觉得有必要把包括我在内的所有人的OP权限都取消。我说过创造模式玩MC本来就不是一件好事。我家边上的小麦半自动农场的主体都是我在生存模式下拿自己挖到的材料做出来的。我觉得我这种智商不开创造模式都能活的好好的,能盖房子,能做红石电路,能屠龙,能连续单挑5个凋零(打过一只凋零你们就知道这是什么难度。如果要我在一只凋零和100只爬行者之间选的话,我肯定去打100只爬行者。凋零简直就是丧心病狂的存在)还活下来,别人稍微认真点不开创造也是能活的好好的。简单难度,基本上等于没有难度。(想体验凋零难度的,给个建议:在离家很远的地方召唤。除非你想让凋零把你家和别人家都毁掉。另外请使用力量5附魔的弓或者等价的锋利5这种级别的钻石剑。一套全新的保护4钻石装保守估计最多只能用来连续打8只凋零,这个只是简单难度下的结果。最高难度下我想象不出能扛住几只)我放的5个信标都是打凋零做出来的。不是刷出来的。
想盖房子的人,建议你们去林子里找找agent17的家。不需要什么流水岩浆这些东西,也能把家盖的很漂亮。
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发表于 2013-10-30 09:08:02 | 显示全部楼层
本帖最后由 Stella 于 2013-10-30 09:12 编辑

gameboy不知道他有没有加过别人的服务器。一般来说,MC的大部分服务器发现有人使用5格或者8格以上高的流水或岩浆就直接关小黑屋,严重的情况下直接T人加黑名单。TNT的使用也是极其谨慎的。而对红石一般是没有什么要求的,通常是不在工作状态下的红石就把它关掉,不要保持长时间打开的状态。所以xx看完我做的那个机关之后我会再次把机关关掉的。因为xx不知道我的电路,所以很难找到完全关闭电路的方法。
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发表于 2013-10-30 09:23:32 | 显示全部楼层
@昴宿星团人

红石如果做陷阱,我总结了几条
1,线路要隐藏好。不让让别人发觉这是一个红石线路,从而产生警觉。
2,陷阱的启发方式要隐蔽,比如在门边上放一个按钮,让人觉得这个按钮是开门用的从而放心大胆的按下去。
3,做好回路。防止部分线路被破坏导致机关被破解。让开关的位置远离电路的关键节点。或者做一组备用回路。
4,如果打算做致死陷阱,就要考虑各个陷阱的发动间隔,对手在中招之后可能的反应并以此再设置相应的陷阱来应对。基本上需要一个机关发动多个陷阱。

我造的那个death house就是一个三连发陷阱。当然,还能更新。(至少第四个和第五个陷阱已经想好怎么做了)你可以开个创造模式去体验一下。
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发表于 2013-10-30 09:39:16 来自手机 | 显示全部楼层
Stella 发表于 2013-10-30 08:35
我提醒一下几个人。开创造别太过分,我不想毁了你们的建筑,也不想限制你们在建筑上进行发挥。但是

服务器 ...

好啦好啦,中午回家我就去把岩浆舀走,一开始还不知道怎么停掉岩浆桶,后来才发现用空桶就行了。。

那个很高的瀑布的话,好像是@chinalinxin 的同学造的?
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发表于 2013-10-30 10:15:38 | 显示全部楼层
其实,我会告诉你们MC的剧情对白所包含的意思和EVA原作的主旨很接近吗?
我感觉都没有多少人知道MC的剧情对白。更可能的情况是,没有多少人想过其实MC是有剧情的。。。
用对白的原文内容来说明的话就是四行:
Don't give up.
You are alive.
You are loved, because you are love.
Wake up.
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发表于 2013-10-30 10:19:40 | 显示全部楼层
剧情为两人的对话。一句一句看就行了。

I see the player you mean.
[Player Name]?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
[Player Name]. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, [Player Name].
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
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发表于 2013-10-30 11:37:55 | 显示全部楼层
Stella 发表于 2013-10-30 08:35
我提醒一下几个人。开创造别太过分,我不想毁了你们的建筑,也不想限制你们在建筑上进行发挥。但是

服务器 ...

岩浆已移除
@chinalianxin 那边也插上告示提醒了

机关那里卡的要命……你先关了吧……
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发表于 2013-10-30 11:56:51 | 显示全部楼层
我后面就主要维护维护服务器的客户端内的情况好了,服务器里能玩的我基本上都玩了一遍了.我找个时间把xclx123家边上的那两个TNT炸出来的坑给填上。就是那个地方特别卡。不知道是不是之前岩浆的影响,现在好些了。不过我还是抽空填上吧。
诶。。。在那两个大坑里刷动物,刷女巫,刷村民是什么心态。。。要刷的话分类养起来也好,这么露天的刷只会让周围的环境越来越乱。。。。
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发表于 2013-10-30 12:39:30 | 显示全部楼层
Stella 发表于 2013-10-30 11:56
我后面就主要维护维护服务器的客户端内的情况好了,服务器里能玩的我基本上都玩了一遍了.我找个时间把xclx1 ...

sorry~
昨天晚上睡着了~同学在玩,他没玩过,都怪我没有交代好,他拿tnt炸的太疯狂了,然后把创造模式的怪物试了一遍~
我和同学这两天把那个坑填上,不用麻烦你了~

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发表于 2013-10-30 12:48:29 | 显示全部楼层
xx318088 发表于 2013-10-30 09:39
好啦好啦,中午回家我就去把岩浆舀走,一开始还不知道怎么停掉岩浆桶,后来才发现用空桶就行了。。

那个 ...

我这里挺流畅,所以没在意,白天寝室停电了~今天晚上就这解决这些问题~
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发表于 2013-10-30 12:49:34 | 显示全部楼层
还遇到什么问题需要解决的~我都抽出时间解决~
出了这么多问题,实在不好意思~
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