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This is just untrue. By my own admission, I told you that I did not send them screenshots of any NSFW content. I told you I sent them a link to your Steam account when you tried contacting me for a gotcha moment. You might want to look up what libel means.

-1 Moderation is aware as a discussion was had in the main LotC discord, but this player is a sexpest with a fursona that is a rabbit which they sexualise heavily - referring to it as a "succubunny" and even going as far as to model large humanoid breasts on nude 3D models to be used in games like Second Life. Given that this player hasn't played the server in actual years, it is very clear that this race and their presence is only to exist as an extension of their fetish. Disgusting.

The "SMP" (Failor) is a freebuild region above ground on the /main temp map outside the restrictive underground area. What are you on about?

I think this is a good steppingstone in your life and I think that if you take a year or two off the server, it should give you enough time to reform to become the best person you can be. Everyone makes mistakes, but everyone has the potential to become better.

Have you tried telling the people clicking you to death to stop in roleplay yet? If not, you're playing the server wrong.

I think that all instances of Copyright Law should be handled through trial by combat to the death. Whoever wins the fight is given ownership of the copyright. It isn't like the dead will have much use for it anyway.

Another A name.. it's all Jova... https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Aevos_Jovan

Another lovely addition by UsefulCharts. Thank you.

Full Name of Man - Haus Weiss Date of Birth of Man - 98 S.A. / 1894 Full Name of Woman - Ravn Casemira Vuiller Date of Birth of Woman - 96 S.A. / 1892 Location of Ceremony - Basilica of St. Henrik, Karosgrad, Haense Date of Ceremony (Year) - 125 S.A. / 1921 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Petyr

"It's joever..." Father Petyr remarks to himself as he goes into mourning for the High Pontiff.

While I think that it's definitely an interesting concept, I feel like it was partially written with the intent to create a rascal of an animal that they can tame and troll with which inclines me to -1. - No natural predators - Travels in groups - Steals small items and trinkets - Will teleport away with prized treasure if threatened (travel in groups so that's more than one) - Can glide away - Can hide in small and narrow areas - Bite isn't strong but their teeth are strong enough to chew through materials up to ferrum strength (meaning it can eat up aurum, ferrum obviously, slayersteel, azhl potentially) - Cannot be used to metagame enchanted objects, but if the person controlling the mana mouse believes that it's probably magical, it's fine for the mana mouse to try snatching / eating it? - Presumably cannot have its own mana harvested in any way because there is nothing that describes how it works even though the creature would be the epitome of a mana-harvestable animal I think that this creature, as it is currently written, is better suited for strict Story Team use only to add to event regions or to their own events as flair and to potentially indicate to their players during the event that something magical is lurking nearby. I definitely see this being abused if it's a creature that is tameable by everyone. Before writing powergamey descriptions saying that it can eat through hard metal, consider the lore that already exists and how the lore you are writing can be written to add to something else rather than being its own thing. There is already lore for a Mana-Weave Bug which would be considered much more reasonable prey for a Mana Mouse and could be used to justify why they evolved to have abnormally strong teeth (to pierce the chitin casing and consume the liquid mana) but you would still want to keep this within reason.

Definitely Danny

It really was the end of his journey.

Removed TOS'd Player Herobrine

Full Name of Man - Leufroy de Lewes Date of Birth of Man - 96 S.A. / 1892 Full Name of Woman - Philippa von Reuss Date of Birth of Woman - 100 S.A. / 1896 Location of Ceremony - Chapel of St. Lucien, Velen Date of Ceremony (Year) - 122 S.A. / 1918 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Petyr

[OOC] This is a third-person narration of the ending sequence of battle focused on Father Petyr's perspective, who fought for the Canonist League. This post is meant to introduce how the battle affected Petyr psychologically. This is by no means a public document of any sort accessible to people in roleplay. It's something to be read OOCly and to potentially enjoy as light reading. It goes without saying that unless you were there, nothing from these roleplay encounters are to be metagamed and/or acted upon. The Toll of Battle As the Adrians began hacking down the doors of the Adrian Church and making quick work of those who tried defending it, Petyr spotted the rear window that had made a viable point of escape if he could only just climb. Narrowly, he would hop through the window as the soldiers of Adria swept through the church with their weapons picking off those who were not lucky enough to escape in time. Before the priest could make his escape, an Adrian soldier had been sicced onto him by an officer. An exchange of clashing swords commenced for a short period of time before what was likely a trained Haeseni soldier interrupted with his own swordplay, drawing the attack away from Father Petyr. Taking this chance, he would flee towards the ruins towards the north of Adria where he would stumble along those equally lucky to have survived. “Father Petyr, what are we to do?” a young Barclay boy spoke who seemed to have just barely passed through his teenage years. The priest stood still with a blank expression across his face as he peered towards Velec, where he had seen so many from both sides lose their lives alongside him. The whines and groans of injured soldiers from behind him began to be a blur until an elderly Waldenian knight spoke up. “We ought to go back to Minitz” the knight responded gruffly, putting an injured teenager on the rear of his horse before mounting the horse themselves. The voice brought Father Petyr to his senses, “Yes.. Yes.. we flee.. and we fight another day.. the Lord has still blessed us with our lives!” he remarks, almost in such a way to reassure himself as well as the others. “My armour barely holds together still..” stated the Barclay boy which was met with a dreary agreement by others as well. Petyr chucked a glance down at his own body. Blood had stained his chained armour, even to the point of leaving splotches on the clerical garments he had worn under the armour. The chains of his leggings and helm were immeasurably damaged to the point where they would have provided no protection, and his chestplate and boots had been largely unlinked but still provided enough protection if he had been attacked once more. The weighted blade he held in his hand had been blunted, chipped, and blood-stained. The cracks in his sword served as an accurate comparison to the forces of the Canonist League that pursued the anathematised duke. As a few of the injured soldiers escaped on horseback, Father Petyr alongside a few others fled to Minitz on foot where they would be welcomed by a crowd of youthful and clean citizens who were prepared to administer support for a battle they had never seen. The priest peeled off the chainmail that had only just barely clung to his skin after the thrashing he had received. The sword, after being securely clenched in his hands for hours, fell to the floor. His hands would continue to shake as he looked out to the injured soldiers being brought into buildings. Having made sure that he brought who he could to safety, Father Petyr would then stumble alone to the Free City of Florentine. His hands still shaking along the way as he periodically spoke to himself, “The Lord God has blessed us with our lives.”

They tried to reach out to me as well.

"What?" remarks a confused priest who resides in Aaun for his home is now Adrian.

https://www.buzzfeed.com/patricksmith/breck-bendar-ipcc https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Breck_Bednar These sorts of things happen, especially by people who are not right in the head. I'm sure there's a lot more unreported incidents of this sort of thing happening that aren't spread due to privacy laws, and it happens on more games than just Minecraft.

tl;dr "the discords i have admin roles to have hidden white supremacists and transphobic chats, yours must have them too."