yep, in FTB, normal coal produces 4EU, while coal coke makes 16EU. it's a really good fuel for minecarts and stirling engines, it's a paint to make, but with 32 in 3 stirling engines each i got a full quarry excavated
Well it isn't that bad for us, but content creators have to go through google+ to see comments which is annoying when instead of being able to see 20+ comments in your inbox you can now only see like 4 at a time.
TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily. I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?" I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall. Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room. When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye. It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot. And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more. If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha! When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises. I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim. The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
Guys, you should really make some lifts using the airships! It would be really awesome and you can have one for each of you, as well as destroying that rickety old ladder, so those other guys can't come up and play with the slimes for free! Also, you could even use them to get inside a flying room free of the pesky slimes! One for each of you! Made of mahogany too!
Sjin boggles my mind for two reasons. First because he never actually fills in holes, he just covers them and is surprised when they're reopened. Secondly, If you pull up any given Sipsco episode there's a damn good chance he's on zero hunger and half a heart.
Couldn't they just set up some iron pipes, a chest, and a redstone engine, and set it up so it pumps the stuff out of the chest up the quarry pipes (or other pipes) to the top they don't have to make a cargo rocket to get to the island, (I KNOW THEY ARE MAKING IT FOR DA MOON) but this is a good idea and they can do it the other way around to get stuff to the bottom when getting wood, mining, or gathering resources ! Like so they can see plz!
they are making it to make it cool. its like oh yea u have pipes to transport stuff, whoopty doo, but this is youtube so they have to make theres differnet so they ue a cargo rocket
I would pay more then an arm and a leg, actually, if there were more limbs I could give away, without it impacting my life to heavilyyy, I would I would gladly do it, just to see some slimber cabaret.
For someone who built a farm in another series, Sjin, has been starving for way too long. Even in the new Sips Co. Dirt Factory series, one of the first things Sjin did was make a small farm with the flax and wheat. Sjin, Y U NO FOOD?!?!
God jesus christ sjin You need a airballon a wool + a sting = for a air ballon each And you need to not have slabs has ur air ship a.k.a you need 10 airballons or more. Like so sjin can see!
Sips is such a unique guy. Sjin was talking about him having half a heart and he said "What a fuckin asshole, oh look at him blowing up with no arms, what an asshole"
"His portrayal of a slime bursting out of the ground and shitting on a woman's face was just well... next to none it was.. amazing" -sips 2013 another inspirational quote.
I don't even watch these videos for the minecraft anymore... I just come here for the banter xD you guys really need to do a podcast!!! Please please please do it!!!!!!!
I kinda thought living on this island was gonna be really lame, but now i am sorta really into it. i really like the idea of having decking all over the island.
I like how Sips and Sjin are doing not much else then dicking around and making up rediciously long names for their bases. I watched some of the J.A.F.F.A vids, and they are progressing. But I don't know who I like more!
I can't watch this video when they talk about the cabaret without hearing the song :')
I love how Sjin just throws away the birthday present as soon as Sips isn't looking.
wow.. Sjin falling off with his "Air" Ship in the next Episode has to be part of the Top Five..
More like "Glide" Ship. xD
could be a Moped..
or a Hover Bike actually..
That's what you get for being Sjin
Nathan Tan Sjit happens, I guess...
Sjin's scream at 16:07 made me shit my pants out of terror, and piss my pants out of laughter
"I think the next step is skinning yourself"- Sjin 2013
"Now that's a rocket i'd like to ride!" - Sjin 2013
( 1:15 )
I meant 1:13
does the modpack have railcraft? if it have it, you sohuld make a coke oven. coal coke it's 4 times more efficient than normal coal
yep, in FTB, normal coal produces 4EU, while coal coke makes 16EU. it's a really good fuel for minecarts and stirling engines, it's a paint to make, but with 32 in 3 stirling engines each i got a full quarry excavated
emanuel camuglia
*pain? to make
you have to make the coke oven and it take about 2 minutes 30 seconds each coal coke to make
emanuel camuglia TBH if you go that route should just make a treefarm and have it produce a ton of charcoal
charcoal can't be made coal coke, it's not that efficient
10:50 it sounds like they're just reading the lyrics to that song :P
I keep playing that part where Sjin gets scared by the slime over and over again! It's hilarious! XD
Whoa Sjin! Tut tut, throwing Sips' birthday present off the island! No way!
Either Sjin getting spooked by the slime or the preview scene at the end for the next episode should be a Top 5 moment.
Really, what is so bad about the new comments? I don't have any issues with it :/
Well it isn't that bad for us, but content creators have to go through google+ to see comments which is annoying when instead of being able to see 20+ comments in your inbox you can now only see like 4 at a time.
TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!
When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
Some people don't like new.
i'm indifferent.
Dont fix what aint broke!
when sjin just threw the leather tunic sips gave him off the edge of the slimer island thing that serves jelly, lime jelly
You can eat the blue slime balls it says so in the items description
so if you got no food eat them
Sjin: Owns a farm in FTB, Starves in Galactic Craft
10:20 James Dean Death Scene
I really love those little teasers you put at the end of your videos now!
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love sjin's airship XD all the flight capability of 3 blocks of wood lol
so he throws away a leather tunic and keeps 1 string but sjin and sips are so cool
the 1 string was for the air ship
yeah but there was some spiders at the bottom but i get what u mean
yeah, I've seen them throw away relatively useful items yet keep rotten flesh.
A gripping social commentary in this episode.
String is useful for the Airship Sjin wants to make..
You should build your platform spiralling up and around the island, with the island as the launch pad!
Next episode: Sjin is so pro, he build an airship without balloons. .what a guy
Sjin's "airship" at the end was just the best. I laughed so hard it hurt.
dear dave's, i have a question: i redownloaded buildcraft and combustion engines dont accept lava, did they change that?
Who the heck is Dave?
Who the fuck is Dave?
Xerafimy He's in the Yogscast he's called DaveChaos
he means dave as in dave!yognaut as in all of us fans
rahrahryn can't believe only one person got this! no idea how people couldn't have listened to the YoGPoD, it's fantastic haha.
Haha.. I love how sjin just throws the leather tunic that sips gave him off the island with no remorse.
10:50 :P
Guys, you should really make some lifts using the airships! It would be really awesome and you can have one for each of you, as well as destroying that rickety old ladder, so those other guys can't come up and play with the slimes for free! Also, you could even use them to get inside a flying room free of the pesky slimes! One for each of you! Made of mahogany too!
I hate you Google.
So much.
Sjin boggles my mind for two reasons. First because he never actually fills in holes, he just covers them and is surprised when they're reopened. Secondly, If you pull up any given Sipsco episode there's a damn good chance he's on zero hunger and half a heart.
LMAO!!! Sjin's jumpscare at 16:10 cracks me up!!
that has to be one of the cutest hilarious things he's done, by far
It's almost as good as Lewis's in Garry's Mod Ghost Hunters!
They had an infinite food source and they cover over it. SIPSCO!!!!
Sjin is swearing a lot more. I like it, He's usually very tame and a little bit boring, but he was pretty funny this episode.
I like how Sips takes the ladder down every instead of jumping in the water
Why does he keep complaining about having empty hunger when he has an inventory of edible slime?
kyle passmore
But they hovered over it and read that it was edible at one point...
Build a glass dome over the slime pond as a nice thing to have in the reception - also solves the escaping slimes problem.
i think they should fully industrialise the island with loads of pipes and shit coming out of it.
I like how sips gives Sjin a gift and a couple seconds later he throws it off the sky island
Listen to 17:02 with your eyes closed.
Not the Leather Tunic! That was a gift Sjin!
Couldn't they just set up some iron pipes, a chest, and a redstone engine, and set it up so it pumps the stuff out of the chest up the quarry pipes (or other pipes) to the top they don't have to make a cargo rocket to get to the island, (I KNOW THEY ARE MAKING IT FOR DA MOON) but this is a good idea and they can do it the other way around to get stuff to the bottom when getting wood, mining, or gathering resources ! Like so they can see plz!
they are making it to make it cool. its like oh yea u have pipes to transport stuff, whoopty doo, but this is youtube so they have to make theres differnet so they ue a cargo rocket
LOL ok haha Thumbs up lol
Love it the way that Sips and Sjin just play Skyblocks on any series they do now : )
You can eat the blue stuff from slimes! :p
The way Sips says torch makes my day every time :)
make the island an airship please
its tooooooooooooo fricken big
that would've been amazing
Only Sjin can last half the 20 minutes episode on half a heart with out dying or eating and even caring about it! It's driving me insane!
Them: *Saying The Lyrics Of Slimer* Me:O_O Hmm...
+angelique jacinto Wow its almost as if this is where the vocals for that song come from...
There is nothing better than a pleasant night of Sips co. shenanigans.
I would pay an arm and a leg to see slimer (slimer?) on cabaret...
Yeah so would I actually
I would pay more then an arm and a leg, actually, if there were more limbs I could give away, without it impacting my life to heavilyyy, I would I would gladly do it, just to see some slimber cabaret.
I always thought that the best Cabaret (the best cabaret), was done by those who couldn't actually do cabaret.
mrgingercow such as slimer, *who of course doesn't have legs* so (inhale) that'd be great
Sips and Sjin are the best team ever.
Am I the only one who liked new comment section ?
peerse1 well spoken
peerse1 yes
You're on your own, buddy.
It's ok, but really they could of done things a bit better.
I don't mind it at all, there are improvements to be made but it's all swings and roundabouts
For someone who built a farm in another series, Sjin, has been starving for way too long. Even in the new Sips Co. Dirt Factory series, one of the first things Sjin did was make a small farm with the flax and wheat. Sjin, Y U NO FOOD?!?!
God jesus christ sjin You need a airballon a wool + a sting = for a air ballon each And you need to not have slabs has ur air ship a.k.a you need 10 airballons or more. Like so sjin can see!
Sips is such a unique guy. Sjin was talking about him having half a heart and he said "What a fuckin asshole, oh look at him blowing up with no arms, what an asshole"
Cant wait for the next episode.... DAT Airship!!!!!!!!!!!! :o
Also unlimited comments GG Google
Cant believe that sjin tossed his present away like that! :O
you can eat the blue slimeballs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
11:04 That must have been a really good birthday present ;3
#TheyBrokeUA-camAgain
You can actually make magic sealed rooms with Thaumcraft, but to expect these two to try that would be a titanical task.
I feel so sorry for You Tubers as the comment section has become, somehow, worse!
I think this is the episode where Sips and Sjin finally went crazy...and it's hilarious
You know for the amount of time you don't have coal in your engines, you could probably just use redstone engines... LOTS of them.
"I need some more wood."
*Sjin has like 35 wood in his hot bar*
*Sjin casually throwing his birthday present over the ledge*
"His portrayal of a slime bursting out of the ground and shitting on a woman's face was just well... next to none it was.. amazing"
-sips 2013
another inspirational quote.
The last seconds just killed me.
"i got and airship"
On the next Sipsco Space Program: Sjin learns about Gravity the HARD way and how airships need Airship Balloons
that might be the 1st time i've ever heard Sjin scream in fear. Fantastic
I love how sips still uses the ladders to go down.
hey sips and sjin! there are multiple slime islands, connect to them all into like separate huts, like sips co dirt factory
I don't even watch these videos for the minecraft anymore... I just come here for the banter xD you guys really need to do a podcast!!! Please please please do it!!!!!!!
I believe that the slimes are spawning from the blue slim things in the ground. you need to get rid of them. Also the slime trees as well
Oh my god that preview for the next episode, I cried with laughter xDD
I kinda thought living on this island was gonna be really lame, but now i am sorta really into it. i really like the idea of having decking all over the island.
Lol
Sips - "I need more wood for sticks."
Sjin has 26 logs in his inventory... *FACE PALM*
its hard to watch sips and sjin as there conversations start to cuase my brain cells to start rioting
Despite floating in the sky, that island is absolutely revolting. Sqplurch.
Sips is bonemealing oak saplings but sjin has a half a stack of wood in the hotbar hahaha
Love when Sjin throws Sips leather jacket gift off the island
Sjin just threw away Sip's present that he gave to him lol
I love how they have an unspoken rule of when one person starts to chat utter bullshit, the other man must continue and support his bullshit. Amazing.
I like how Sips and Sjin are doing not much else then dicking around and making up rediciously long names for their bases. I watched some of the J.A.F.F.A vids, and they are progressing. But I don't know who I like more!
I saw that sjin that leather tunic was a gift. And you just chucked it off the edge for some logs. For some logs 😟
This is the best podcast I've ever listened to! :D
Poor creeper. He just wanted to hug Sips. Magnificently. And possibly explode. No biggie. :D
"Your pituitary gland" Oh wow sips you make me laugh!
14:04 i've never heard sjin laugh that hard. its contagious.
'Blu and his gentlemen meatspinners'
~Words of Wisdom
~Almighty Sips & Great Sjin
Sips,Sjin
I just wanted to let you know you can actually eat the slimeballs! It's a good food source on the flying island.
Lmao they WOULD forget the balloons on the airship!! XD
You guys should build a gigantic factory/home atop the glorious slimland. With a basement slime cave for farming blue slimes.
Oh now i've heard a lot of jokes but that Meatspin one i was not expecting ... oh god .-.
I think the slimes work like moo shrooms they only spawn on the island as a whole. Not just every where or specifically in the water
TAILSPIN!!! I forgot what the name of that cartoon was. Thank you! That has been bugging me forever :)
Gasp! Sjin! You tossed Sips' present off the island!
You should put a cobble stone block on the dirt or two where the water is just around the trees. It should keep them down
Dude. These guys were slime ranching before slime ranching was cool.
Great serious guys, thanks for sharing :) go Sipsco!
look at him swimming with no arms.
ooh thats ballsy.
could not stop laughing after that
i love how their doing better in this series in 16 episodes but in the dirt factory in ep 26 they have 100s of problems
Ha skin just throws the leather jacket that sips got him for his birthday off the edge