"Objection!" "On what basis?" "On the objection basis!" "Sustained."
"I will object, this outfit reminds me of Angus Young and I like that." "QUIET, FORMER CONVICT OF THE COURT!"
"This maaaaaannnnn... has no dexterity. I don't even know how he made it to this court."
"I'm thinking of pulling a curveball. We're installing....... a jury."
"As co-owner of-" [LOUD YAWN] "Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. You're doing great 😊🥰😍"
"I'm so confused, I don't understand the law."
"OBJECTION!!! He was mean :("
"Yeah, back in your jail cell. I mean your chair >:)"
"......Am I able to represent myself?"
"Maybe he's more dexteritous than we thought."
"Here in AMERICA.... Mr Beans......"
"ITS CALLED MINECRAFT WE'RE ALL MINERS YOU FOOL"
"Scar, if I was to single out Cub, do you think that would go well for me?" "........I CALL CUB TO THE STAND!!!"
[All court proceedings stop for Bdubs to do a magic trick]
"I have a bit of tinnitus, so if we could get a doctor working on that...."
"Can't prosecute success 😏"
"He literally owns a mine, so maybe mention that, Scar?" "....He has a character that mimes things??" "NO-"
"That's not how sound works!" "OBJECTION!" "I'm objecting on physics!"
"Please step forward onto the punishment carpet." [PIT OPENS]
"As I was saying... uhm... uhgggghh, what was I saying before they all died and stuff..."
"Obviously I'm super successful regardless of the noise and everyone else being poor is just a skill issue. Right, cooooollllll, I think that was it."
"Do you have your law license?" "I do not, your honor." "Okay, then what are you talking for????"
"If this case is lost from our side..... all hope is lost.... because it's lost anyways."
"Here's my verdict... and my punishment, btw......" "Ohh well. Punishment probably implies what the verdict may well be."
[LOUD GIDDY GIGGLES] "Are you celebrating???? Don't celebrate!" "Oh, no sir, I was just crying."
"Mumbo, I sentence you to be the server's butler for two weeks. In hopes that you will learn manners."
"Docm77, you will be sentenced to TWENY FOUR HOURS AGAIN!!!! IN THE SKYBLOCK"
did you know why mumbo doesn't want to pvp?
because he's just bad at it? no. actually, he was good at pvp. everything is a result of just one bad fight.
this clip is from mumbo's Hermitcraft Ultra Hardcore: Episode 2 - Worst. Partner. Ever., uploaded on sept 15th 2014 (the name of the episode already tells a lot about what mumbo thought of himself in a hardcore pvp survival game 10 years ago).
mumbo opens up to his teammate sl1pg8r about his experience with pvp after ultrahardcore -- UHC -- competition at an irl event eurogamer expo 2013.
Mumbo: "I should probably bring this up. You know, I mention September the 19th [2013], the last time I've played UHC? I did a pretty decent job, okay? I got into the final, and it was being broadcasted on a re-e-eally big screen, right? And I wasn't used to playing on their keyboards, okay, and I was one of the last two, so I was feeling the pressure a little bit, and, obviously, I was at Eurogamer, people knew who I was, so I had some-- some fans who were watching. And I saw the last guy. I charged up to him. And then I threw my sword on a floor. And the commentator said these exact words, he said: "And Mumbo is flying in towards the last person, and-- oh. Oh. That's a bit of a strange technique." Oh, so embarrasing. Obviously, he completely destroyed me. I got absolutely ruined. And I had to just sort of. Stand up from my chair and just blend into the crowd. I wasn't sticking around. And since then I haven't touched PvP."
in autumn of 2013, cc!mumbo was just 17 years old. can you -- just for a second -- imagine the pressure on a teenage boy competing on a big adult euro gaming convention (given how toxic gaming community usually is and how much worse it was then)?
the expectations? the disappointment? the audible reaction of the crowd when he misclicked? it's cruel.
no surprise he doesn't want it to repeat ever again. he holds expectations for him as low as possible -- for his audience, friends and enemies. he says that he's bad at pvp as if he was naturally bad at it. maybe he believes in it himself after all these years.
but can you imagine what could have been if he won?
or even if he didn't win, but simply didn't drop his sword?
for his character, all it took was just shaky hands on a swordsmanship tournament -- and his fear of people and public mistakes.
what a good chunk of lore.
hi. my pronouns r she/her :) you can call me Meraki!
I am in a buncha different fandoms! Currently I mainly reblog stuff but I may post some bad art once in a red moon. <3
Standard DNI criteria applies. If your main blog theme is NFSW and you start following me then I may block you (I block liberally), but otherwise I don’t really have any strong objections to anything else.
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me clicking on a video from the silliest man in the world: teehee what wacky hijinks await me
world renown block clown mumbo Fucking jumbo: you ever think about how old technology seems to live forever in the suspended state of whatever the newest advancements were at the time. how most technology immediately and fundamentally tells you when it was important and when it was left in the dust. it’s suspended in its era forever, and in that it is perfect.
stagnation is a form of death but nostalgia is cruel immortality. still i find myself locked in pursuit of it until i finally stumble across the undeath of the mechanical. as my hard earned improvement truly begins to pay dividends, surrounded by my opus of change, i will freeze myself in eternal utopia. the only way to never die is to preemptively kill whoever you might become. i will not have a grave, i will not be ashes and dust. i will be a perfect, extant machine.
me: Ok. i dont think this will plague me at all actually. like video.