Post: #1
05-19-201206:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-19-201207:02 AM by WizardWolke.)
i have built many epic builds, some on this server,but i cant show the others because it won't let me upload pictures.I have built Orthanc,the tower in the middle of the plains of isengard in lotr,and a playable piano in my creative plot (X:345 Y:21).Also, i have done builds by hand with survival mode,such as a giant pirate ship in the main world(X:4187 Y:76), and also some Nordic and medieval houses in a continent i found (X:15819 Y:98). I just hope that by looking at my builds, you will be persuaded to grant me mason rank, and ill probably build a lot more.[hr]
Also, I forgot to add something.I think the duties of a mason is to build epic builds, but never abuse those powers for the purpose of evil,such as griefing and giving godly items out.The powers of a mason can be easily abused, and i acknowledge that, and I promise to never use it for evil purposes.That said, i might clear large areas out for building, but I would never do that in such a way that it destroyed someones property.
Also, I forgot to add something.I think the duties of a mason is to build epic builds, but never abuse those powers for the purpose of evil,such as griefing and giving godly items out.The powers of a mason can be easily abused, and i acknowledge that, and I promise to never use it for evil purposes.That said, i might clear large areas out for building, but I would never do that in such a way that it destroyed someones property.
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