I just made a skin, and uploaded it, but it appears invisible to me when I look at it here http://2dworlds.org/items/Derpy-/1164

I was brought up with his mournful, yet meaningful lyrics and from this day on, I'll always remember him and think about him in my heart. His songs are so motivational. George has gone through lots, his father left him, he was abusive towards him as a kid, but George kept on going. He suffered a strong case of alcoholism and smoked for most of his dear life. He was 81 years old and died in Nashville today. I nearly cried when I read this on my iPad behind the teachers back on the BBC.

I assume this is 2dworlds latest trend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-8GvWYglcU
   

I Decided to make my own since Ghosty made Risk 2. But with a new map!

Time to use adblock on my PC.

I think that we should also have add-ons for the game, because many people can't make much here without being influenced by something. We can't make everything from scratch.
Things that should be implemented:
-new water with ontouch() floating noises and animations
-the ability to allow wind in our games and modifying the wind gusts in our game
-teleporters
and pre-made environment sandboxes such as snow, rain, clouds, sun, etc

We NEED add-ons to keep up. People on Blockland and ROBLOX have an idea of how to make things from free models or add-ons to see how things work and such.
Someone on here has to make a seperate site for 2DWorlds where we can create an account and upload + use add-ons for our games, if Jacob_ can't do it.

So as you know, BG framed me with CP and impersonated me and it turns out, he was the one who posted the link and framed me. I didn't do anything wrong to him to deserve it, and I have played nice to him for so long, and this is what I get in return. For days I've been extremely angry at him, and still am. Last night I asked if he could apologize and he didn't, he's playing the victim here and bad-mouthing me. He's just a loser who stalks his girlfriend on his bike. He tells me it was a "joke" what he did, my butt. So today after I come from dinner, I see this dandy message from him: http://www.imgbomb.com/i/?bv1qe

http://www.theglome.com/
I know theglome has had a history of shutting down after a few weeks but this one is going to stay open. I've put a lot of time and thought into this version.

It would be far too cliche to say it was a dark and stormy night. Of course it was dark, as most nights are. And though there were thick layers of menacing clouds hovering above, grumbling quietly among themselves about the rain they had been threatening to release all afternoon and evening, they hadn't let loose a single drop of water over the house on the hill.
It wasn't a large and foreboding mansion with a large, rickety chain fence encircling its perimeter, keeping in howling guard dogs as the aforementioned forbidden phrase would suggest. It was just a simple two-story country home, with a short cobblestone walk leading to a dusty gravel lane sloping down the hill, and a rather large satellite dish on the roof.
There wasn't a frazzled mad scientist sitting at an organ in the attic, playing deep, haunting music while he waited for lightning to strike his latest monstrosity. There was just a young man sitting in the kitchen, some might just say a boy, his face aglow not with dangerous chemicals or surging electricity, but the faint glow of a laptop screen.
But this does not suggest that the 15-year-old midnight computer user out in the countryside of Oregon was any less intelligent or potentially dangerous than the cackling lunatic genius that has so deftly not been portrayed at this moment. For this laptop was not a typical netbook. It was merely the interface to the dozens of humming, blinking towers in the basement, which each had the computing capacity of approximately fifty ordinary personal computers.
The program this individual was focusing intently on was not some typical massively-multiplayer online game as might be imagined being played by someone of the user's age. In fact, it wasn't even actually running yet, merely being written, as it had been for the past ten months now. But it was nearing completion, and most of the code had already been tapped out weeks ago. But with a program of this scale, there could be no flawed logic, no miscalculated math, no misspelled variables. It had to be perfect on the first run, or it would be pointless at best, and disastrous at worst.
All this might suggest that this person was a dangerous hacker, working to break into important federal files in Washington, or perhaps Microsoft's network in the much closer city of Seattle, for potentially nefarious purposes. But this teenager was not preparing to bypass the security of any existing computer network. Yes, he would have to rely on sending signals through satellites that, strictly speaking, he was not meant to send signals through, and yes, there were surely people, important people, powerful people, out there who would highly oppose his work if they knew of it before its completion. And though he did actually have credentials to access the databanks he'd be accessing, he was quite certain that those with higher credentials would be curious at best, and condemning at worst, if he went about accessing them in the usual manner for this project.
And, of course, there was the little matter that if something went wrong with this program... well, he'd run those calculations once, and afterwards resolved quite firmly to make himself absolutely sure that nothing would go wrong with it, because the results were quite shocking, enough so that he nearly gave up on it completely... but if it went perfectly, the rewards were so high that the risk, while not ignorable by any means, was secondary.
The program would not be completed tonight, nor the night after, nor the night after that. In fact, it might not be completed for months. The mind of this young man was not reckless, or incautious, or actually anything short of meticulous. It would take as long as it must take. Time was immaterial, and success was more than worth every sleepless night of manually triple-checking equations hundreds of characters long.
He did, however, have a deadline. This night, that it has already been made quite clear will not be described as dark and stormy, was the second of July. Or, actually, now that it was several minutes past midnight, the third of July. Which meant that he had less than a month until August 1st, which was the day it must be launched. If it was not run within a two-minute timespan shortly past five in the afternoon, it would be another long four months until everything aligned again.
He was confident he would reach this deadline, perhaps even being ready days in advance. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to allow himself the time off to have some fun soon. He'd been home-bound nearly the entire summer, his days spent communicating with several of his 'colleagues' or more often in a trance-like state that could not quite be called sleep, his nights spent diligently in front of this remote interface to the terabytes of processing power beneath him. But even such a devoted genius such as he was considered could get burnt out from constant work. A break would be good for him.
Just not yet. Not in the middle of this complex trigonometric algorithm. But soon.