The server on 3.4 has been kicking me off at 51+ players, I would play the old version but that boots me off even earlier. Has this been happening to anyone else?
...Also, could someone let me know how many active users it says on the "Network" tab of their game menu?
I'd really appreciate the help, thank-you in advance.
Okay so, I'm trying to figure out how to put these two boxes side by side. I've read a few things that say to make it float a certain direction, but I didn't really understand it. So could someone help me out on this please?
A doe walked down a hidden trail one morning, listening to the birds call overhead, enjoying the gentle fog. As she walked, she didn't realize that she had stepped into a spider's web, knocking it down with her head. Shaking her face to get the fine silk off, she then saw a little spider that looked back up at her. "Why did you destroy my home?", the spider asked.
The doe bowed her head, "I'm so sorry, I never saw it there.", she admitted.
"That's okay. I can rebuild it. But please watch where you are going next time.", the spider said, and starting over, began to create a new web. The doe stayed and watched the spider work, each string of silk being connected in a beautiful form of architecture. She reflected on the spider, who was a creature that often was feared and hated, but here was humble and determined. The doe had much more respect for spiders as the finishing touches were put onto the web.
"Oh, this is a beautiful home!", the doe said to the spider when its work was complete.
The spider rested in the center of the web and replied, "Beauty is always around us. Sometimes we just don't see it until it's too late."
The air was moist with composted leaves and chilled by a strong wind, drenched in the formalities of a dying season. Trees quiver and bow under the pressure of rising winds, crying a echoed howl of agony through the forest. Hooves scrape at the empty ground; the soil offers nothing but dying grass. Tender roots trapped beneath frozen earth leave all with empty stomachs and hungry eyes. Heads shake with displeasure for the stark outlook of the newest season. A bitter Autumn leaves does thin and stags weary. A large stag stands out from the group, with a dark gray, nearly cobalt pelt and antlers that curved back around themselves like a intricate peice of jewelery worn by the highest nobility. With a shake of his massive head he breaks off into a sprint, passing the towering birch trees with increasing speed, past the sparkling lake whose surface glints like diamonds under the noon sun. Running past the devout followers, praying to the twin gods for good luck and plentiful grasses, past the groups of fawns dozing amoungst the tall grass or frolicking with one another. Feeling the chilled wind whip through his coat and the fresh air flowing through his lungs the proud stag couldn't of been more thankful for such a endless forest.
