I present my somewhat mediocre tribute to our Great Poet.
In harnessing the remarkable new energy source of the undead, our engineers made a startling new discovery. Reports of highly mutagenic FLARD dotted across the countryside are wholly unrelated, yet beneficial.
An Ode to Mass Defect
Why do the undead appear?
When the Sun is no longer near.
Is their apparent flammability,
Due to some form of Solar radioactivity?
Perhaps they are signing off with a flare,
Before they depart to some far-flung lair.
To meet with ghosts of Creepers.
Who get there by process of E=MC^2!
Considerable Consternation about the State of Sponge has apparently eventuated in a Heavy Metal Song
Sponge needs Flesh
At the beginning, the winds in darkness
Endless black plain, one step above void
Wizards in circle, striving to harness
Raw power of creation, to be employed
Within a Golem, dead and heartless
A cauldron where stolen power is alloyed
Doomed seraph remains arise to the call
Sacred empty vessel of a fallen past age
Dry bare bones, need flesh to crawl
Virtual sinew from a Thaumaturge Mage
Swelling from spellcraft under the caul
Spongiform folds of the cerebral stage
Slowly it grows, festering in shadows
Fed scraps and leftovers by passers by
Who can imagine the secrets it knows
Until the warlocks gestating is nigh
When the black egg hatches to expose
Spreading dark wings as it takes to the sky
Nostalgia reminds me of yesterday, when I was thinking of last Thursday, when I considered what I was doing three weeks before, dreaming of the future. Did I miss it?
Not Forgotten
A long time ago in a world lost in time
There were towering Eucalypts
Glowing coral and SCUBA-kits
A host of other random bits
Modded beta Minecraft shown at it’s prime
None of his trees are left feast your eyes on
Nor water-shaders psychedelic
Vanished in a puff of Logic
Yet Coral Mod remains, a relic
Thanks Nandonalt for stretching the horizon
Congratulations sir, you are now the official translator for the Bardic Language on the Sponge Wiki. I look forward to your far more eloquent rephrasing of subjects which would otherwise be reduced to layman’s terms.
There is iPod, iPad, iCloud, … so here is some iChing. Silly Symbols a Sponge Specialty.
Sponge iPath
Descending the sacred mountain alone
☰ Clouds and mist obscure the path
☳ Lightning strikes the tallest stone
☴ Hyperboreal winds swell with wrath
☵ Floodwater forces the downhill rush
☷ Arriving on formerly tilled soil
☲ Lanterns light tinder and brush
The Sponge cauldron can finally boil
It seems the latest trend in the Bukkit community is for unscrupulous developers to try to get malicious plugins into Bukkit-Dev “as proof of concept” … This one is for them
Jerk-in-a-Box
Make pop-up Plugins of dubious heritage
Encapsulating exploits in fancy plumage
Sneak it into the queue
Jump for joy when your malice is approved
Post greatness on Reddit, your ego soothed
Next, the army of Me Too
The Bus arrived at the intergalactic way-point and two strange fellows disembarked. “Which way is Sponge?”, the furry blue one asked innocently as he floated by the stop. “Up” declared his tall red comrade, profoundly.
Onward to Magrathea
This distillation of creative talents
Mad Science and Technology
Breeding virtual Biology
Is worthy of an eloquent defence
What can Sponge offer to trump Spigot?
Forge modding integration
More flexible implementation
Wisdom that only a fresh start can bring it
What will Sponge lack in comparison?
A standalone implementation
Maturity and optimisation
A vast library of plugins ready to run
So if and when either is arisen
Thank the devs for their trouble
With luck that will be a double
Enjoy the infinite worlds that we are given
One of the things that got me hooked on MC was the Music. I’m a great fan of eclectic electronica. Here is an explanation of why I love music. A psychedelic nod to Dave Brock and Edgar Froese
Sympathetic Magic
Music is a strange mutating language
Motions of muscles generating vibrations
Subtle sympathetic droning of overtones
Drawing our thoughts into harmony
We express our differences in a medium of sound
No literal translations, every meaning is fluid
Unfamiliar patterns are analysed
Free from the shackles of dialectic
There is no math to evaluate symphony
Nor understand our love, hate or indifference
To the arrangements of sounds we encounter
Vibrations penetrate our deepest thoughts
Leading us on a merry dance to seek
The unknown music that permeates the cosmos
Dwelling in fragments as part of us
Yet more tales of olde servers. This time, Celeano and it’s glorious Beta bugginess Many many many thanks to Worm for years of reliable, level-headed Mod/Admin service
The Flying House Incidents
There once was a mod, call him Worm
Who served an illustrious term
His housing disasters
Were memorable masters
As this story will shortly confirm
Movecraft was rather indiscriminate
Few restrictions and no real limit
So he flew his home higher
Forgetting the Fire
Which thereforth decided to trim it
The next flying home traveled far
He fell off, respawned, ta-da
It was lost to his eyes
It’s no real surprise
If you don’t make a note where you are
Number three went on search with success
Then became fused with #2 in a mess
Back home they flew
But little he knew
That Lightning strikes couldn’t care less