I think i know why books reset in the vault as the .txt file is saved onto a certian server that when it goes accross server it cant read its .txt file
The good thing about libraries, unlike every other idea that has been copied x10000 (Casinos, roller coasters, parker or however you spell it, etc), libraries will actually be unique in their book collection. I intend to right very many books.
I have written a very detailed and practical book about potions if anyone is interested in keeping a copy. I'd like to have some pay, but I wouldn't mind giving a free txt file to non-smp2 libraries so they can make copies. If you're interested, PM me or catch me in-game. Good luck reading and writing, everyone!
I wonder which library will become popular.... Also has anyone ever had this idea: Bookstores. You make stories of different genres, and sell them using the shop system. You can have book suppliers (like what real bookstores do) and a whole building dedicated to it. I'm excited to see the EMC version of Barnes and Nobles or something like that...
I have a question. If you have a story already written but not in minecraft, can you copy and paste it into the game
here's the story, cut me some slack as this is my first story and I am only 14 The Train Station My life is over. Standing at the edge of this subway platform, this thought is all that is going through my mind. While I was waiting for the next train to come through I began to notice that there is literally no one on this platform except this one man, probably homeless, sleeping on a bench nearby. This man reeks of alcohol and cigarette smoke, and had probably been drinking due to the fact that he has in his greasy and dirty hand a bottle of scotch about half way full. All of a sudden the man woke up and after shaking off the newspaper he was using as a blanket and walked over. I got scared for a second, but after realizing that he was too drunk to actually do me any harm so I let him join on the ledge. Nervously I said “H-Hello”, and what I got in return was a drunken mumble. What happened next completely threw me off. The man said, in perfect English, no slur; “Yep, been in the exact same position as you.” Completely thrown off I reply “W-What?” The man then said, “Yep, I’ve contemplated suicide many times, never gone through with it. By the way my name’s Michael. What’s yours” “Stephan.” I responded. “You want to know how I got here. Alcohol, that’s my vice, and I’m not going stop. You want to know why? Because I’m not strong enough to. Strength, it’s what it takes to get off your vices and what it takes to pick yourself up when you’re down. So what’s your story?” Well, it started about Monday when I got fired. That morning started off like any other. I should have known the day was going to be bad when I woke up late. So I rushed out of bed and got dressed as quickly as I could and got ready quickly. Right as I was about to get in my car I realized that my car was out gas so I had to take the subway which the only stop near my work is about two or three blocks away, so I had to rush to get to my work. When I arrived I was about twenty minutes late, which wouldn’t have been bad except for the fact that I had a meeting that had started ten minutes ago and was supposed to make a presentation to the board of directors. Naturally my boss was not happy to see me arrive ten minutes late to a meeting, but he was willing to forgive as long as I had my presentation ready to go the minute I got there. Unfortunately, in my rush to get to work, I had forgotten my presentation at my apartment. When I told my boss all he said was “Your fired.” When I began to question and beg he told me “Get out, now.” With that I took my leave of the place and went home and cried for a good while. That night I decided to drown my sorrow at a bar. Unfortunately I got incredibly drunk and got into a fight with some gentlemen. Long story short, I got the crap beat out of me and ended up spending my night in a hospital. When I woke up the next morning I realized that it was time to pay my rent which I hadn’t done in a few months because money had been incredibly tight and I could barely afford to eat. What I money did have ended up going into that bar and into my medical bill. After dodging my landlord for a few days, he finally caught up to me. “Listen buddy, I like you’re a good tenant, but if you don’t pay me by Thursday I’m going to have evict you, and nobody wants that.” With that he left me alone for a day. I didn’t have much and when I sold it all, it wasn’t enough to pay for my rent so I just gave my landlord the money and walked out. That day I just wandered around the city, slowly sinking farther and farther into depression. Eventually I decided that my life had just gotten too bad to live in. So I decided to end it. So I picked a relatively empty station and waited. That’s how I got to this point and that’s my story. With that Michael replied “Well, you have had it rough haven’t you. Well suck it up. You’ve been homeless for how long, now? Two days? I’ve been homeless for about twenty years now. I may have been in your position many times. The last time I was here I realized, that I could at least try to turn my life around. It never happened but I found my strength that day and decided that I could survive in my position. Have I ever regretted it? Maybe. If given another chance, would I have taken the other way out? No, I wouldn’t. So man up and make the right choice.” “Why should I listen to you? You’re an old, drunk man. Why should I listen to your advice?” “Because I am you.” Surprise over took me and I respond in confusion “W-What.” “Yes, I am you from the future, about twenty years from now. God sent me to prevent you from going through with taking your own life.” At this point I think that this man is insane and I am slowly begin to think that he might be dangerous, so I told him “Show me a sign then. Show me that you really are from God.” All of a sudden a train whistle sounded through the tunnel. At that Michael responded “Alright you want a sign? I’ll give you a sign.” Right as the train was pulling up to the station, he jumped. But, right before the train hit him, there was a flash of light and he was gone. Immediately afterwards I heard a voice in the air saying “make the right choice Stephen.” This event helped me turn my life around. I got into missionary work and started an organization that helps people who have attempted suicide or suffering depression. To this day I find myself wandering back to that subway station and just sitting there staring at where I last saw the man that changed my life.
