The Grid: Monster Killing Machine - 100,000 Items Per Hour - Games

[QUOTE=mastermaul;31801164]In a moment's breath, Timothy the Creeper was born into existence. Spontaneously spawning into being is an awfully confusing occurrence, for that which one was everlasting blackness without consciousness or being was suddenly lit aflame with life, purpose, and emotion. It all started dark, but even the slight ambiance of the sun's reflection into the dark crevice was a whole new world for Timothy. Soon, that changed. Timothy fell through open air, a concept which he did not understand yet, but a creature as carefree as him did not need to understand. Moments after the dawn of his existence, his eyes were lit with the most beautiful sight he would ever see: the world itself. Being but a brief glimpse, Timothy managed to take it all in. The square sun setting over the rolling hills, setting the sky ablaze with purple radiance, shadows dancing through the hills as their source of life was stripped from the heavens, creatures completely alien to him and his newborn mind frolicking through the tall grass, oh how it was [I]wonderful.[/I] Timothy knew this was the domain in which he would dwell, to which he would live out his life in harmony, amongst his brethren , and amongst nature itself. But Timothy felt a heat. It had crept up on him. The sensation was completely foreign; after all, he was just thrust forth into this wonderful realm moments before. Timothy had decided he was a creeper of discovery, and wished to know more about this new feeling. But it grew hotter. Timothy still did not quite understand this feeling, and a ping of an instinct in the back of his mind told him to egress from the situation, and timothy moved his stubby legs in distress- but it was too late, for not only was Timothy still falling through the air, he had just made contact with a floating mass of molten, liquid rock. The pain was not noticeable at first; the intense heat had completely cauterized his legs. Most unfortunately, however, a Creeper's midsection is much more resilient against heat and pressure, and his nerve endings held for the time being. In an instant, Timothy was introduced to yet another sensation: pain. Unlike his earlier encounter with heat, Timothy knew [I]very quickly[/I] how bad it was. The flames of the lava licked at Timothy's face as he slowly descended deeper into the hellish mass. His naturally buoyant shape kept his rate of decent slow as his agony drew on. In the few brief instances of coherent thought he could muster in the torment, Timothy could only wonder in complete devastation what had happened. Through his eyes, the once amazing world he had only caught a brief glimpse of had scorched away into a wasteland of fire and destruction. The stones of the hills melted into grotesque snarling faces, the vast oceans boiled to the seabed, the trees were ablaze with the flames of Armageddon, and the strange creatures he had longed to meet were naught but dry skeletons. The pain had gone, though the fire still blazed into his eye sockets. He only tried to scream for what he had lost, but could manage no more than a brief hiss, that none would ever hear. Through the bottom of the freak blob of boiling rock came no remains but a small pile of blackened powder, soon swept away en mass by a constant trickling stream of water. By the time the stream had deposited it to it's destination, it had joined many other items of curiosity. Bones, bits of string, feathers, even the odd arrow. They all ended up in one place. They were seen to their arrival by a grinning face, and soon were gathered up to be stored elsewhere. The creature belonging to the face did not hold contempt for these remains, nor remorse for their method of gathering. This is because the creature did care, for the creature was a thing of material. A hoarder of remains, in which he would never find any practical use. Now the last remaining grains of Timothy's existence sit packed into the bottom of a wooden chest, never to find purpose. In the eyes of his creators, Timothy was not a being: Timothy was a product, to be produced, refined, and packaged, in an unholy place only a few can muster a name for: The Grid.[/QUOTE] ... :c

[QUOTE=Rammlied;31807238]How does the inking machine work, and do squids spawn like slimes, only on certain chunks?[/QUOTE]It works a lot like this machine except chambers of water spawn and drag the squids into a central resevour where every 1 minute it raises the floor at points causing the squids to be dragged into the middle, down a hole and into a killing machine.

[QUOTE=mastermaul;31801164]In a moment's breath... The Grid.[/QUOTE] You are the Upton Sinclair of the Minecraft world. :(

What has science done? :saddowns:

i tried to make a mob trap once and managed to make water flow upstream

My mob trap got screwed after the update where lava didn't go a half block in mid-air and burn things. I realize now that mob traps are p. useless considering they're just a legit TMI, but take ages to work/build one.

[QUOTE=DimJim;31811818]i tried to make a mob trap once and managed to make water flow upstream[/QUOTE] that's not even possible I barely remember seeing that only once in a video and it may have been just a dream

This is like one of them body harvesters in the Matrix

Could you show a more detailed view of the piston traps? (or a single one)

Makes me think of this [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFXYuw96d0c[/media]

[QUOTE=firestorm0;31817276]Could you show a more detailed view of the piston traps? (or a single one)[/QUOTE]Theres one in the op. [QUOTE][img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/8718166/TheGrid/2011-08-15_15.42.54.png[/img][/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Science;31820707]Theres one in the op.[/QUOTE] I meant more detail..

Pressure Plate > Repeater > Piston

This looks really cool but I have no idea what's going on:buddy: