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  1. 2 hours ago, Joshy said:

     

    Team Leader badge kind of looks funky.  I'm wondering what people thought of it?  Do you guys like it?  I don't quite understand it too- I guess those who have it are like the equivalent Council/Staff?

     

     

    I did the original set of badges, Katie probably got the psd file from Xy and created them. Xy wanted badges that would be considered new, though I could always create the same rectangle boxed look that all the other badges have, the gradient dark to light, grey-ish outline, and splat of color behind the letters.

     

    Xy wanted something that said "GFL" on it.

  2. um no, you were reported and when i went to slay you (because it took you more than 1 round to "reply"), it showed me your steamid, so you left with an open report that said "wtf rdm" so i slayed for rdm and banned for rdm and leave. Next time it would be best to not leave after someone reports you.

  3. Taken from reddit, here is another story:

     

    It was weird, one day I was an only child, the next I had an older brother. My parents didn't even warn me. Just one day he arrived and took my room and I had to sleep in the basement.

    He arrived in a large waxed raincoat. I remember the water droplets that hung to its surface as he leaned over me and offered his hand. I ran behind my mother's legs and stayed there. He smiled back. My mother apologised for me and that was that.

    It was obvious after a few days that he was their favourite. I had a lot of issues and I knew I was a disappointment to them. I visited a therapist twice a week, though I didn't talk much. I never did. I think that was my main problem. I was fine. My parents thought otherwise.

    One day, my new brother came downstairs and handed me a used painting set and canvases. I ignored him, upset he'd usurped me. He didn't say anything, instead, set up the easel and began to paint. He was incredible. I watched in awe as within minutes he had painted things I couldn't imagine were possible from a paint brush. He finished with a painting of a door. It looked familiar but I wasn't sure. He set down the paints and walked back upstairs. I stared at it for weeks. Then one day, I decided to try for myself.

    At first I was terrible, but as the months rolled on I got better and better. I still didn't have the confidence to speak to my brother, but every now and then he'd make his way into the basement and look at what I'd painted. He'd stare at them with nostalgia in his eyes. He would cry. I though, hid behind the sofa, watching him mentally critique my work.

    "Keep it up," he said in a hushed tone. The hairs on my neck stood up and I felt a warm glow around me, something I'd not felt before. So I continued to paint.

    By the time I was a teenager, my brother was around less and less, but my painting was as good as what his was when he first showed me. I really wanted him to see what I'd created. It was all because of him after all.

    I waited one day, in the living room. I stole glances out of the window, waiting for him to come home. When he did, I jumped out of my chair and ran to the door to greet him. He stepped back, as if not wanting to embrace me.

    "Look at what I painted," I said to him.

    My parents appeared surprised. Even though I was sixteen, I rarely spoke.

    I ran to the basement door.

    "I think you should follow him," my mother said to my brother.

    I waited for what seemed like hours, until my brother walked down the stairs. I could barely see his face under the hood of his waxed jacket.

    "What do you think?" I offered.

    He stepped into the light, examining the painting. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I put my hand to my mouth.

    "It's beautiful," he said quietly, and he began to cry.

    Upset I raced over to him and hugged him.

    "Thank you for teaching me," I said.

    I then felt his body sway, I tried to hold onto him, but my grasp wasn't strong enough. He collapsed, hitting his head on the side of my desk and onto the floor.


    The following months were the worst of my life. My brother was dead. With my mental history, I was sent to a psychiatric hospital. They said I had an episode and tried to kill my brother. I didn't. I swear. He fell.

    They said it may have been a side effect of the medication I was on or my psychosis in general.

    After many sessions with the in house psychiatrist, I was allowed access to painting material. To be honest, it wasn't that bad. I saw my parents once a week and I was able to paint. I thought about my brother a lot. I thought about that painting he did for me, the one of the door. I tried my best to remember it, and over and over I tried to paint it. Each time, I stood back and looked at it. Something wasn't right and I never knew what. Until one day, I got it spot on.

    That's when I realised what it was of. It was the front door of our house. Seeing it in front of me, it was so obvious.

    I peered at it from different angles. I remembered it all. I started to paint in all the little details. The room began to get cold, so I put on my jacket.

    I placed the paints in my pocket when I was done and gazed in awe.

    It was almost real.

    I stared and cried. I wasn't going to see this front door for a long time, if ever. That frightened me. The longer I gazed, the more I wished I could just be standing outside it. Knocking on it. Waiting for my parents to answer.

    I pretended I was standing outside. For the first time in months I felt free. I imagined the wind blowing as the rains fell. I imagined reaching out to turn the handle.

    I closed my eyes and reached.

    I could feel the rain on my forehead. I could feel the cool air. I could hear the water slap against my jacket.

    I opened my eyes.

    I was there. Outside my parent's house.

    I panicked briefly before, almost on autopilot, walking towards the door.

    I knocked.

    I felt I must be dreaming.

    Then the door opened. My mother stood there.

    "Can I help you?" she asked.

    "Mum, it's your son."

    She tried to close the door. I placed my foot in the way.

    "Please, just listen to me."

    She looked into my eyes. There was a recognition in them, she knew I was truthful.

    "Come on in," she said, confused.

    I saw a little boy in the living room. I knelt down to talk to him. He ran behind his mother's legs. I smiled, remembering myself doing that.

    I tapped my pocket, feeling the painting set in there. I knew what I needed to do.

  4. That's dark asf, it's best when your friends call, one of my best friends in high school 2 years ago shot himself in the head, the bullet didn't kill him though, as he missed the shot. He was rushed to the ER, and died there. No one ever knew why he did it until some time after, and no one knew that he was really that destroyed inside, not until he actually did commit suicide at least. I still keep the video of our class project up on youtube as he was a funny guy, and a picture/invitation to his funeral in my wallet.

  5. I clearly activated my disguiser 5 seconds before you called me a T, you weren't even looking at me when I had done the traitorous act. I banned you the second round this happened, as I thought the first time it could've been the good ol' buggy disguiser, but it wasn't since it happened 2 rounds in a row. You also somehow were able to see my name again after I walked out of the nether portal with a disguiser still on. 

     

    I'd like an explanation of how that happened 2 rounds in a row, of how you managed to see my name with a disguiser on. 

    https://prnt.sc/kh9bxo

  6. 10 hours ago, Joshy said:

    Well, to your benefit: I recommended 84 years ago that they make Media Team less challenging to get into, and I think their current leader has been making an effort to ease up on the requirements.  There's a trainee position no longer requiring a formal application, and the actual position seems to receive less criticism.  Past applications almost seemed like they were looking for 15 years of experience and two post docs in art with a concentration on European history.

     

    Maybe you can inquire about the trainee position to be begin with.  The alternative, as I mentioned, is not official.  This method often turns out to be the best either by transforming into something official, or through the affiliate way (example).  It does something else aside from getting the job done; you learn the hurdles and trades of this work.

    I'm not as demanding with requirements to enter media team, as I see that myself being self taught, and it is a community of gamers, I wouldn't expect everyone on Media Team to be a professional working for free. After looking at the specifications for Media Team, anyone who is interested in being part of the team, that has some sort of background, and makes things look nice, can be a part of the team; trainee does something similar, it takes people who are interested in something, and allows for our members to help them out, which @Aura has done an awesome job with giving tips to some of our GFX people, and have really helped them out. 

     

    I'll work on getting the media team more active within youtube, since everyone mostly has been focusing more heavily on twitch, but it would be really cool if we could do something in the style of Tyler1, who records his screen while twitch streaming and then uploads the best clips to youtube, this could work for games like TTT and csgo, and any other shooter where you could get some sick clips from.

  7. Update: Trainee no longer has to apply on forums. It's a painstaking process, so if you want to be a trainee, just ask me in PM here (I won't respond as fast), or a DM on Discord (I'll get a notification and probably respond faster).

     

    Media Team Member still has to apply and get voted in by the Team and 2nd In Command.

  8. 53 minutes ago, Duc2000 said:

    We have jobs, the different clone battalions and levels. We don't need drugs or cars. And money printers? ffs.

    -1 to all bad memes

    GUNS DRUGS AND CARS ARE NEEDED FOR ALL DARKRP SERVERS BRO

  9. There are many things that would help this server grow. Here is a short list of things that would help:

     

     

     

     

    List:

    1. Adding money printers; every darkrp has money printers

    2. Adding jobs

    3. Adding drugs

    5. Adding cars

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