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Fishing on Karamja. When you fill up an inventory, run across the island to Stiles and have him note the fish.

What's will all these inflated numbers? 100M rich? Santas at 3M? I remember when Santa hats were 100k, Masks were 100-300k, Party Hats were 1-10M. If you had a party hat, a dragon shield, and a triple digit combat level, you were god.

I haven't seen Elvarg in 5+ years, and I loved that quest at the time. THis one is a no brainer.

A2, B3, C2, D1, E2. Guess it's nice that a couple things I voted for are winning. Kind of surprised that it's for only 5 years though. Guess it'll be fun to bust out the scythe when I see someone bragging with their cape.

I'm going to be taking my girlfriend out for dinner on the weekend just before valentines day. It isn't a drag, or a pain. She doesn't expect anything big. I don't really understand why so many people in this thread are completely opposed to the idea of getting some time alone with their significant other. Seems to me like you shouldn't be in a relationship with a person if going out with them is something you don't look forward to.

What exactly is this fish fight campaign proposing? That fisherman should be allowed to go over quota and not throw the fish back? :unsure: That would be far more detrimental to the ecosystem than how things currently work.

All of my bank information is online, credit cards, facebook info, there isn't really anything to me that isn't already online. If Obama wants to digitize what is effectively just a social security number? That's fine by me too. Also, slippery slope arguments- slippery slope arguments freaking everywhere.

The last movie I saw... I was watching tv, nothing on, so I watched a movie that looked mildly interesting on IFC. It was a french film called My Best Friend. It was entertaining but definitely cliched.

"recently" was months ago. If I were the one collecting all those IDs/passwords from a public bot? I would definitely have waited at least that long to start emptying the accounts. I mean, as soon as you start cleaning out the accounts your credibility is shot, so you'd have to hold onto all of it until you've gotten the number of accounts you're after. That's just if it were me though.

In the past week, I watched both Gunbuster and Diebuster. There's always a lot of contention about which of the two is better, and here are my thoughts on the matter: Gunbuster is very much an art piece. It conveys some pretty heavy themes in a way that isn't too overt. It is very appreciable. Diebuster doesn't really have themes in the literary sense that Gunbuster does, but what it has is a great soundtrack, fun characters, and a cool art style. It is very enjoyable. One his highbrow and the other is more middlebrow, grading them on the same scale would be apples and oranges.

When I first started RS I was pretty DIY-minded, but as time goes on it just can't compete- especially after the GE came out.

–verb (used with object) 10. to produce as an effect; bring about; accomplish; make happen: The new machines finally effected the transition to computerized accounting last spring. *cough* Affected was right in that context, but effect does have verb uses. /themoreyouknow

You shouldn't spread misinformation. Dragon armor isn't useless, it's some of the best non-degrading armor to own, for those who aren't extremely rich. Proselyte is only useful in prayer on 100% of the time scenarios, not general purpose fighting. Rune is weaker than dragon. Why use rune when you can use dragon? Barrows degrades, a lot of people don't mind that, but there are some that do.

Just finished Kaichou wa Maid-Sama. 7/10. Probably would have been an 8 if it weren't for the not-particularly-intense ending that it had.

Nobody's perfect. Especially in the heat of the moment.

Guns should be made almost entirely un-acquirable to the public. Consider the following: how many gang members have assault rifles? Almost none. Why? Because those kinds of guns are kept very far away from civilian hands. If handguns were given the same steep inaccessibility, criminals wouldn't have them either. I wouldn't mind if there were guns that you could be loaned out at shooting ranges and for hunting season- so long as they were kept careful track of. Also, a short story -------------------------------------------- PART 1 Billie Thorton was a normal, if sheltered young teen. He knew that a senior was having a big party, and he also knew that there was no way that his parents would let him go. But Billie was determined that tonight, he would live a little. And so he devised a simple plot. His parents went to bed at 10:00 PM every night on the dot. He would simply wait for them to be soundly asleep, and he would sneak out of the house, and be back in a few hours- neither of them would suspect him of a thing. Perfect. Billie snuck out as planned. And the party was more than he had imagined it would be. There must have been a hundred people in that suburban house and yard. Lots of older kids, loud music, alcohol. He took particular note of this third aspect to the party. Not in his wildest dreams would his parents let him have a drink. When he was 13, he had asked for a sip of champagne on new years. His mother had an angry look for a second and said "absolutely not! You wait until you're 21. There is a reason for that law, you know!". Of course Billy would take this opportunity for the glory of... wait a second. This beer actually tastes kind of gross. With a sour note on his face, Billy made a mental note not to drink any of that again. Well, his mom would be pleased he supposed. After some time, he made his way back home, already reminiscent of the sights and sounds of that night. He got home, crept quietly up the front porch. Slowly, and carefully opened the door, stepped in onto the linolium, and gently closed the door behind him. He took his shoes off, stepped once, twice- a stumble and a crack as something hit the floor. He groaned. He had tripped over his dad's work boots, and caught his balance on the small table next to the closet. In doing so, he had knocked over his mom's vase. After taking a moment to catch his breathe from the adrenaline stimulating moment, he inspected the damage. The thing hadn't shattered. Nor was there a spiderweb of new lines on it, threatening to make it fall apart in his hands. Instead, there was one crack running all the way from top to bottom. He couldn't hide it, nor would he want to. He realized that the right thing to do would be to apologize for this right away. The longer he left it, the less his parents would believe his sincerity. And so he began the slow, and dreaded climb to the top of the stairs, and to whatever trial would await him when he confessed everything to his parents. PART 2 Mr. Thorton was a simple, hard working man. His wife and child were his world. He devoted himself to giving them a happy life. That's why, when he woke with a start at the sound of a crash downstairs, their safety was the first flash of thought that came to him. He strained his ears and his thoughts. He had moved into this neighborhood specifically because it was so friendly and crimeless! But no, as sure as he was of anything, he was sure he heard someone moving around downstairs. His wife was obviously lying next to him, and his son never ventured down except for a glass of milk from the kitchen. This sound was from the front door, not the kitchen. Riddled with anxiety, but clearminded in what he needed to protect, he climbed out from under the covers, and kneeled down in front of the bed. From under it, he pulled a small briefcase, and unlocked it with the combination he thought he would never need. He respectfully pulled his loaded .44 magnum from its resting place and- the invader was moving! It was heading up the stairs, seemingly cautiously. Trying to avoid waking the family up? Whatever the case, Mr. Thorton's door was the first one at the top of the landing, and he suspected this would be the first room the intruder would enter. Keenly aware of things- his own baited breathe, the slow and slight step of the intruder, his wife's gentle breathing beside him- he waited for an eternity of a few seconds. A hand on the doorknob, Mr. Thorton tightens his grip on the gun. A dark figure slips into the room. BANG BANG The dark form slumps and falls to a heap on the floor.

What's the point in playing the game if you have no one to enjoy it with? I wouldn't betray a friend and I probably wouldn't betray a friendly acquaintance- I might make a new friend that way anyway.

A Re-introduction? I used to post here a fair amount. By here, I mostly mean in the clan section. I recently came back to Runescape, and was bummed when I couldn't remember the pw to this account, and the email address that its registered to has been deactivated to several years. Tonight I had a weird flashback and definitely remembered that password, which is pretty cool.

i'm gonna make a list! please dont flame me, i'm a noob k? 1. DI 2. TD 3. Gladz 4. BK 5. TRWF 6. THE 7. Anarchy 8. DS 9. RR 10. Cor 11.MK 12. Fom 13. Titans 14. EoS 15. Jagz 16. TMRD 17. RSD 18. BD 19.Koh 20. :oops: dunno

its interesting, i like the style but i'm not rating. :( i can only properly guage pixel sigs.

100k for it.

those are nice :D , but um i think you made a spelling error in the second one? might wanna look into that :wink:

not the most original thing ever but i like it....

9/10 but only because i like the look of simple sigs and the animations are entertaining :wink:

***************************************** see my sig? thats a kenny example.