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Inventory Split Incoming

MassiveCraft will be implementing an inventory split across game modes to improve fairness, balance, and player experience. Each game mode (Roleplay and Survival) will have its own dedicated inventory going forward. To help players prepare, we’ve opened a special storage system to safeguard important items during the transition. For full details, read the announcement here: Game Mode Inventory Split blog post.

Your current inventories, backpacks, and ender chest are in the shared Medieval inventory. When the new Roleplay inventory is created and assigned to the roleplay world(s) you will lose access to your currently stored items.

Important Dates
- April 1: Trunk storage opens.
- May 25: Final day to submit items for storage.
- June 1: Inventories are officially split.
Please make sure to submit any items you wish to preserve in the trunk storage or one of the roleplay worlds before the deadline. After the split, inventories will no longer carry over between game modes.

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A loose page, frantic writing of an esoteric mind dwelling on nothing and everything, floats freely to be found and read by any:

Of course, my compatriot, my enemy, we cannot talk about love without talking about its equal and opposite: pain. Where love can only find its existence described in music, so to does pain lack a verbal medium. Dare I say pain so violently opposes being described that it destroys it, even?

For so many things we feel, we do so for a reason. Love for another, hunger for a craved meal, sadness for a loss of life, but pain is for nothing. One does not feel pain for any discernable reason other than pain itself. Pain, in such a pure form, does not give in to the trap of letting one contemplate it. Pain wipes your mind of all you have been taught, makes everything that you have learned utterly redundant. There is nothing to be learned or understood from pain. Reason ceases to exist before your very eyes. All you are is all that is and all of it hurts.

You can tell, my fellow sufferer, my precious flower, as when pain graces your mind all the language you've spoken your entire life disappears, reverting you to a primal being you are deep down, uttering noises of a primeval time instead of words of a modern epoch.

We act out of instinct in pain, and our names and knowledge become meaningless because pain is meaningless. It is therefore that all should experience pain, not to understand it, but instead to affirm its inexplicable reality.

Why, you must certainly ask, the egocentric of you, the appropriately curious? Why must we witness a meaningless thing?

To which I must reply, to witness the destruction of language, of reason, of code, of law, of all one holds dear, to be laid bare.

Pain is elusive, primordial; pain that is articulated then becomes useful, it has found meaning. Pain articulated is then contained, understandable, and observable, yet still entirely unique to its host. You are, therefore, a maker of meaning, my dear friend, and so you must suffer.

Wishing well in the worst of ways,
~Evad

<blockquote data-quote="AlphaInsomnia" data-source="post: 1062308" data-attributes="member: 6667">A loose page, frantic writing of an esoteric mind dwelling on nothing and everything, floats freely to be found and read by any:Of course, my compatriot, my enemy, we cannot talk about love without talking about its equal and opposite: pain. Where love can only find its existence described in music, so to does pain lack a verbal medium. Dare I say pain so violently opposes being described that it destroys it, even? For so many things we feel, we do so for a reason. Love for another, hunger for a craved meal, sadness for a loss of life, but pain is for nothing. One does not feel pain for any discernable reason other than pain itself. Pain, in such a pure form, does not give in to the trap of letting one contemplate it. Pain wipes your mind of all you have been taught, makes everything that you have learned utterly redundant.&nbsp; There is nothing to be learned or understood from pain. Reason ceases to exist before your very eyes. All you are is all that is and all of it hurts.You can tell, my fellow sufferer, my precious flower, as when pain graces your mind all the language you&#039;ve spoken your entire life disappears, reverting you to a primal being you are deep down, uttering noises of a primeval time instead of words of a modern epoch.We act out of instinct in pain, and our names and knowledge become meaningless because pain is meaningless. It is therefore that all should experience pain, not to understand it, but instead to affirm its inexplicable reality.Why, you must certainly ask, the egocentric of you, the appropriately curious? Why must we witness a meaningless thing?To which I must reply, to witness the destruction of language, of reason, of code, of law, of all one holds dear, to be laid bare. Pain is elusive, primordial; pain that is articulated then becomes useful, it has found meaning. Pain articulated is then contained, understandable, and observable, yet still entirely unique to its host. You are, therefore, a maker of meaning, my dear friend, and so you must suffer.Wishing well in the worst of ways,~Evad</blockquote>

[QUOTE="AlphaInsomnia, post: 1062308, member: 6667"] [I]A loose page, frantic writing of an esoteric mind dwelling on nothing and everything, floats freely to be found and read by any:[/I] Of course, my compatriot, my enemy, we cannot talk about love without talking about its equal and opposite: pain. Where love can only find its existence described in music, so to does pain lack a verbal medium. Dare I say pain so violently opposes being described that it destroys it, even? For so many things we feel, we do so for a reason. Love for another, hunger for a craved meal, sadness for a loss of life, but pain is for nothing. One does not feel pain for any discernable reason other than pain itself. Pain, in such a pure form, does not give in to the trap of letting one contemplate it. Pain wipes your mind of all you have been taught, makes everything that you have learned utterly redundant. There is nothing to be learned or understood from pain. Reason ceases to exist before your very eyes. All you are is all that is and all of it hurts. You can tell, my fellow sufferer, my precious flower, as when pain graces your mind all the language you've spoken your entire life disappears, reverting you to a primal being you are deep down, uttering noises of a primeval time instead of words of a modern epoch. We act out of instinct in pain, and our names and knowledge become meaningless because pain is meaningless. It is therefore that all should experience pain, not to understand it, but instead to affirm its inexplicable reality. Why, you must certainly ask, the egocentric of you, the appropriately curious? Why must we witness a meaningless thing? To which I must reply, to witness the destruction of language, of reason, of code, of law, of all one holds dear, to be laid bare. Pain is elusive, primordial; pain that is articulated then becomes useful, it has found meaning. Pain articulated is then contained, understandable, and observable, yet still entirely unique to its host. You are, therefore, a maker of meaning, my dear friend, and so you must suffer. Wishing well in the worst of ways, ~Evad [/QUOTE]

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