To create or not to create?
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That is the question.
I haven't made a save for a long time, and the last time I made a proper electronic save there wasn't even DLAY... which would be around the same time that I last used TPT :P
My question is; is it worth making a new electronic save and learning all about the new electronic materials (and their implementation), and if so, what?
And I only want to do electronic based saves (or basically a save that has significant reliance on electronics)... I once did an art save and it took so many hours it wasn't even funny.
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Check out Pistons, they're awesome. To do anything complex with them you got to have a good amount of electronics. I can't make any suggestions on what to make. Look around for mechanical devices and see if you can engineer them into TPT or just make something random. They're only around a few weeks. So pretty much anything that's not a printer is going to be new.
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oh, god, for a second, I thought this was another to add ___ or not to add ____ tavninder thread :P
do you want to do
we have rumors now?
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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The sparks and metals of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of powereds,
And by opposing end them? To spark: to power;
No more; and by a spark to say we power
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That INST is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal COIL,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of INST,
The maker's wrong, the WIFI user's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after DLAY,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of FILT
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of ARAY,
And enterprises of great PSTN and FRME
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair DLAY! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd. -
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cj646464: Seriously? Herpydederpderp...
