Svizzara

The level 11 spot isn't too great, as there are usually pkers there, with teleblock, entangle and spells, or ancients. I prefer the ones below the Lava Maze. Go to Varrock, get your armor, food, and bring some form of a teleport to Varrock. Go to the canoe place, make a waka, and select the wilderness stop. Head northwest, kill until you wanna stop, or run outta food, then go south to the altar thingy. Keep teleporting using the altars until you get to one under level 20 wildy, then teleport to Varrock. There's very little people there, almost no pkers.

Getting killed by a bad kebab, when you're already at low hitpoints.

It's just advertising..ignore it, or make your window smaller so you can't see it.

I saw a level 4 with a thieving one.

Awsome idea. I always miss drop parties, TipIt events, meetings with friends, etc. This would help a lot of people.

They should make a TzHaar armour, with some new weapons that don't suck. Wouldn't it be cool to have an orange/black armour, with an obby shield and some kinda orange/black weapon, with a special attack maybe. It'd be buyable only using Tokkul, costing about 5k Tokkul or so for a full set. The stats would be around the area of, lets say, somewhere between rune and dragon. Just my opinion.

Well, this my first story. Hope you like it! Chapter 1 At 24000 feet, there is no ground. Just an endless blue void, as far as the eye can see. I was sitting in the hot seat of a small, unarmed F-5E training aircraft, flying trail position in my squadron. Ahead of me were my buddies, callsigns Cipher, Pixy, Mobius and Wizard. Ahead of us all was our captain, Captain Bartlett. My name is Dom Rhodes, callsign Galm. "Galm, you are cleared for takeoff." "Roger, control tower.Taking off." I put my hand on the engine control lever and pushed forward. My body shook as the engines behind me powered up. Soon, I was moving down the runway at 10, 20, 30 miles per hour. I pushed the lever fully forward, and the engines went full power. I could imagine both engines, lighting up behind me with a blue glow. Now, I was roaring down the runway at 180 miles per hour, engines blazing. I took a hold of the control stick and pulled it towards me. The plane soared up into the air, blue sky filling the canopy's view. My ears popped as the plane roared up. Once I got to 1000 feet, the radio crackled. "Galm, takeoff complete, altitude restrictions canceled." "Roger, control tower." I said as I pushed the landing gear control button. I felt the landing gear retract into the fuselage underneath me. I made one last check on all systems, and went to catch up with the rest of my squadron. This chapter isn't done yet, I gotta go to bed. Will type rest of it tomorrow. P.S. It may sound a little dry and slow right now, but it gets faster towards the end. P.S.S. Why does the post count under my avatar stay at zero? I've made at least 5.. :|