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Damnit I keep forgetting to post here. Anyway, I haven't been on much recently because I had these troubles where sometimes my RS window would randomly close, even if I was useing swift kit. So after talking to Smither_Sid and Sam, I decided that I would take two measures. 1) Download the RS client and play on that and 2) Start using mozilla firefox. It's just a better web browser in general apparently, and I downloaded it about an hour ago and have downloaded the needed add ons for youtube and Runescape, and I like it so far. It's apparently less likely to get viruses or something. I have about 315k until 94 fishing, which isn't too good. However, I'm going to start fishing whilst going on MSN, because it's easy to multitask and stuff, plus I have quite a few books to read so I might just get a book and multitask fish + read for a while, it sounds like fun. :) I've managed to get the interview department running in Skill N Chill again, and I'm fairly happy with that. :D

1. Ethnic (minorities) Does it matter what "culture" or race the people are from? Stop singling people out. 2. Disney 3. Pedophile - We get it, they exist and are dangerous. 4. Epic. 5. Amazing 6. Just to get in the way, I would ban the use of the letter "S". Is that allowed? :lol:

I'm not really an artist and I can't give constructive critism but, personally, I love it. I really do.

Shush Wouter, it was nothing like that. :P Thanks Mag3, and Sammy for argueing my case. Sort of. :P Fished 1k monks, but haven't really been on a lot. BUMP

Impressing those you look up to or complete strangers.

Sorry for the double post but whatever :P I have two things to say. 1) I really liked the Into The Rain story and got really good feedback so I'm going to continue and develop it but I'm not sure if I'll post all of it but just excerpts, but Cassie's part will be a horror. :) 2) I know I said I'd do a horror next, but I lied. My english homework for over the holidays was to read this play for my GCSE's. "Educating Rita" By Willy Russel. I was expecting some boring old literature piece that would bore me to death and be a chore to read. Actually, I loved it. It was great. It had elements of style, humour and realistic characters. I really connected with it. I liked it so much in fact, that I tried to do something I hadn't done before. Well, I'd done it for RuneScape, but nothing else. Introducing... Andufus's first non-runescape fan fiction. It's Denny's point of view of Rita's changes to herself. You never actually meet Denny (Rita's husband) but you hear a lot about him and how he objects to her education changing her. You probably won't get it if you haven't read the play but the gist is this. He burns all of her educating literature that she has to try and get her to come back to the girl he fell in love with. It was his last ditch attempt. [hide=Fan-Fic of Educating Rita.]Educating Rita Dennys Point of View I cant get her out of my head, can I? The rage is almost blinding. I dont get what shes after though. A better life? Why cant she just settle down? If she would just stop for even a moment, she might realize just how lucky she is to have even what little we do have. I mean, we have the apartment, and we have, well, we have us. At least, I thought we had us. We used to go out and all didnt we? But then she goes and takes it all away from herself, from me. Susan isnt the same girl I fell in love with, or the same girl I married. Even she knows that. Were out of sync now, me and Susan. Or Rita and I as she would put it. She was in a right state when she found out what I did. It was the only viable option for a normal life again. Change isnt good, it never is. Why cant Rita see that? I just dont understand. This new Rita, I dont like her. Shes hiding my Susan from me. If people found out that I think of Susan in this way, theyll think of me of me as less of a man, one that needs a woman to complete them. Its weak, but I loved her. When I did it, it felt right. When I stared right into the heart of the fire, the blazing paper and burning ink of some foreign love of hers, I saw the real her. Susan was in the fire, looking back at me. Or maybe that was just my imagination, I dont know. The only thing I can link to this new Susan, this Rita, is her dreams. But what chances does she have of them coming true? I had to burn those books. She cant see it right now, but Im protecting her. From herself, and the fall shes letting herself in for. Im the hero she doesnt deserve, and yet she makes it out that Im the bad guy, and this Frank is the hero of the tale. I dont even know if this Frank is real. But I know that Susan was real, and that the warmth of the fire of the burning literature as Rita calls it, was real. Thats something to start on. To add on it I know things that should be real, and yet for some strange reason in Ritas head that I just cant see, arent. Shes twenty-six. Not fourteen. Shes still on the pill; I caught her. She told me that she wasnt. She lied to me. We should be having a baby that can carry on the family line and be settling down in the home. She should listen to me. Im the man of the house. She is the woman, and Rita needs to accept that. Yet, for some reason, I miss her. Its like I need her. When she comes back, shell know that Im only protecting her. If she doesnt, then Ill educate her. My way. Not in the way this ruddy Frank is, but in my own style.[/hide]

Zomg you guys Thanks for keeping my blog bumped everyone, I've been a bit distracted recently (Not going to go into it :P) I got 93 fishing, 61 runecrafting and 71 agility since my last update. I will try to find the pictures and post them later. Seriously guys, thanks <3:

Yeah. That'd be... fun. :P I'll give it a shot at some point though, I will! Might turn this thread into my EXPERIMENTAL LAB. That sounds so much cooler than it actually is. :lol: I made the change you suggested because you are right, it does make sense. :) Hmm. I see your point about Genre/Style. But I need to try out new things of both of them really. Horror, eh? I did a really crap thing for that in year 8 and my teacher loved it for some reason. It wasn't exactly scary. I had this ghost hanging from a tree and another one telling this old couple to get out and blah blah in the end the wife found the husband hanging from the tree instead of the second ghost, she turns around and the second ghost is behind her, the end. I might try out horror next... :

The age my spots keep coming. Their really annoying me atm :(

[hide=Into The Rain. New Style, new genre to be revealed.]First off I should explain/say three things. 1) I'm trying a complete new style here. I've never even thought about doing writing in this style. But I was reading a book called 'The Year of Secret Assignments' (not the most manly book in the world but I don't care, it was reccomended to me) and it was written completely through letters and emails and in one case, a manuscript. The book in its own right was bloody fantastic, but the style of the literature was what grabbed me. It was interesting, I hadn't seen it used before. I decided to try it out for myself, and this was the result. I stole the name of the character from the book, Cassie. Even though it's not the same Cassie; but I love the name, so I thought if I'd include it in this new style. Go figure. 2) I probably won't continue with this, because I really want to try and stretch my writing styles over 2009. I want to write more poems and different genres and styles. Like I want to try my hand at a songfic. Can anyone recommend any other styles? Like Haiku's, or Romance or something. I just want to try each in short hand and stuff. But I did really enjoy writing this piece. 3) The actual document of this was done in Word, and I added quite a few special effects to it. I made a few bits italic to emphasize them (daring I know) but most importantly, the 'Dear Diary' bit, I changed to a different font that looked like handwriting. Because Jaclyn Moriarty did it and it made it a tad more interesting. If you REALLY want to re-create it, the font I used was Jivetalk (in italics) INTO THE RAIN Dear Diary, I still remember the day Cassie disappeared. She just left, even really saying goodbye. Whether she was thinking or not that day is beyond me, but even if she knew what she was doing, I certainly didnt. Her last words seem to have etched themselves into my heart. I do love you, you know. All I wanted to do was kiss her right there and then. I wouldve chased after her. But there was nothing I couldve said that would have stopped her at that moment. She walked out from underneath the small shelter my old umbrella was providing for her, out into the rain. I called after her, but she just looked back and winked at me with that beautiful smile of hers on her face, before she broke into a sprint. Its funny; she gave me this diary actually. I remember that Christmas day, too. Im not the kind of person to write in diaries. I laughed,, placing the leather-bound diary on the floor. It wasnt dated or anything, but it had DIARY written across the front in golden font. It was very Cassie. I know, but you will be. One day, I bet you will be. At the time, I thought nothing of it and we carried on unwrapping the presents. I tell you this, because, well I dont know why; I guess for some reason I can trust you. You wont judge me. You cant judge me. Because you dont have a brain. Anyway, theres a reason Im thinking of the night Cassie walked out of my life with no explanation. The weather tonight is spookily similar to that day. The sky isnt black, instead its a dark blue. Plus, the rain isnt little droplets, its thin streams forming lines. Out of the window next to me I can see a bit of fog shrouding round a street lamp, seemingly penetrated by the rain. I really miss her. But then, I still dont feel like Im the type of person who would write in a diary. Not continuously, anyway. Because, well, what Im writing at the moment, their just words arent they? They dont mean anything to you. Nothing does. Their just words! Words, Words, Words! Why dont you write them yourself? 2. The Hospital. CHAPTER NOT FINISHED Dreams and realities Cassie! The only word that I can remember. I live the scene over and over in my dreams, when I do dream, instead of when the darkness consumes me. However, waking up is just something that hasnt happened with me since I dont remember when. Really, I dont remember anything at all. Well, thats a lie. This one night, this one guy, calling out this one word, only around five minutes, and then its all fuzzy again. Like a foggy midnight, were the moon comes into plain sight for a while, but you know it wont last. Cassie! I dont know what the word means, or why he was calling it. I dont even know if he was saying it to me. I think he was, or maybe I just wanted him to be calling me, so in my mind, he was. They say the mind is a powerful tool, people can think what they want to if they really try. The mind does what it thinks will make you happy, the saying goes. But if the man calling this word, whatever it means, wasnt calling after me; I dont get how that would make this any worse.[/hide] [hide=Non RuneScape Fan-Fiction] _______ Hope you liked it. Rate/Hate/Constructive Critism would be great, and if you could suggest new styles or genres, that'd be amazing! Thanks!! Andu

Merry Christmas everyone! I got a load of books that I wanted, with varying levels of sophistication :P Which reminds me of my english homework. I still need to read an entire script. Meh, whatever. I also got a really comfertable jacket, two shirts that are cool and Torchwood series 1 boxset, Mirror's Edge for Xbox 360 and a T/W magazine. I'm very happy with my stuff :

Hehe :P *Huggles Wouter in a totally manly way* MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! I is wearing a santa hat irl and look like this... : WHAT I DID TODAY... [hide=Lookie here][/hide]

Shuddup. :x I've had reasons for closing them all, including the last one. I hadn't used it in ages and it would've taken longer to repair that one than start a new one. Plus, the number of blogs is 5. Not 6. Don't be mean. :( Thankee Chaweeeee ________ Will start updating blog properly and working on it today. :)

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Hey, its Andufus here, Andu for short. Ive been playing RuneScape for too long. :lol: For an account like mine, youd expect me to have been playing a year tops, but no My account is much older than that. Im a year 10 student from England, and an Ex-TET member. Ive had a lot of fun times on RS, and made several amazing friends. This is my blog, and I hope you enjoy it. GOALS My main goal at the moment is 99 fishing, and Im racing against my real life friend Myles to get to a 99. Hes going for woodcutting, Im going for fishing. Currently, I am winning. I do, however, have a load of other, much smaller goals also. RS DIARY 23/12/08: 92 Fishing! 422.5k xp till 93, discovered barbarian fly fishing is faster than normal fly fishing, started fishing there. 24/12/08: 61 construction, 61 prayer, 83 hp, 79 strength, 75 slayer, 74 magic. They were all close to levels so I decided to just get them. Thanks Soph for lending me your leaf bladed sword for my Kurask task. I just wanted to post this now and start adding to it tomorrow, so more is coming soon. I promise, its not going to be just this.

:lol: :lol: I needed that, it made me smile.

*huggle* I should really get a new signature.

Hey, this is a really nooby question.. But is fly fishing is shilo definatly faster experiance than monks in piscatoris?

Just to bump the old competition because it's forgotten about and ending soon :P I listened to my entry today and cringed soooo much. It's actually awful.

My novel is like 20% fight scenes, which is really annoying me at the moment... The lesser violent, much smaller quotes. Sarah's nightmare Street lamps shone dim light out of their bulbs, lighting up most of the small ally way Sarah was walking down. Her heart was pounding inside her chest as she moved, trying to listen out for anything. A twig snapped and she spun around. Hello. A sinister voice called out, as if he knew her. As a friend, but she didnt recognize the voice. Whos there? She called out, taking a step back slightly, reaching for her sword. Its been a while; Im not surprised you dont remember me. So how have you been? She couldnt pin-point the location of the voice, every word seemed to be coming from a different direction. Whos there? She repeated herself loudly, trying to hide the panic from her voice. Anyway, moving on from the small talk. You must think youre great, Sarah Grover. Youve beaten the three sins so far. But there are four more to come, you know. She didnt understand this. She had her sword in her hand now, and she placed her free hand on it as well. Power surged up and down it, shining in the dim light. Lust. A girls scream echoed out from one of the shadows, the words she were saying lost on Sarahs un-lignified ears. Sarah edged backwards towards the corner the scream had come from. Sloth. A massive crashing sound came from a more distant shadow; the force of impact mustve been huge because a small shock of wind came towards Sarah, whipping the bare flesh of her legs Gluttony. A disgusting, deep throated cackle came from a shadow directly behind in front of her. She took another step back and felt something cold wrap around her leg. She snapped round to see a pitch black hand clutching her ankle; she twisted her foot out of the hands reach and slashed at it with the sword. Pride. Sarah waited for something to happen. A noise, a movement, something to grab at her, anything. However when the thing that happened did happen, it was not what she was expecting. The furthest shadow away from her merged with that of a Mans head, and then the mans shadow extended out, until out of the darkness there was a figure. A fairly tall man with brown hair, but with a slightly grey tinge that she didnt recognize; he had pale light green eyes that she could see herself in, as if he wasnt actually looking at her, his eyes were just reflecting an image of her. The man reached out with both arms, charging two small balls of black energy in his palms. And their coming for you. He snarled, before the balls extended into large pillars that arced in a pair, striking her in the stomach. Sarah transforms into Pride. She stamped her foot, and a wave of powerful energy knocked Owen back down from his position sitting up gingerly on his elbows. He cried out in pain and rolled into the dirt as the person he thought was his hope flew away. He watched her, half blinded by the sun, leaving him in the dust. She was lost in herself.

Just hit 30,000 today. If you really want to O,o Only after it's finished though... Plus if you want it you'll have to email me because the forums can't handle the amount of code needed

This is the first major fight scene of the entire book, and it's the death scene of one of my Cameo's, because it was requested to have an epic death. Sarah realized she recognized one of the mages; it was the girl from her school who'd been chasing Elly. What was her name? Rammi that was the one. She must have been seventeen, and here she was risking her life to fight something that could well destroy her. The beast was taller than all of the trees in the surrounding clearing, and it was putting up an amazingly strong resistance to the magic and the technology. In fact, the magic hardly seemed to faze him. Sarah watched as he lifted his arms up in the air, and leapt upwards, smashing his fists into the ground with as much force as he could. The rifle battalion on the ground was split in two by the cracks in the ground, and several people were at least knocked out by the blow. That was one female sniper took specific aim at the head of Darren and pressed the trigger button to fire. The bullet whizzed through the air and hit his nose, but it hardly even scratched it. These were specialist bullets and not even they could harm him. The magicians had gone for a different tactic. Rammi was having all the energy channeled into her, and she was floating above the roof top, charging a compact ball of blue light. She had all the energy and the ball was as ready as she was going to get. She was only a teenage girl. She screamed as the ball flung itself away from her arms, and smashed with great force into the upper torso of the beast. He was jolted by the blast and he had to brace himself, on contact with him, the ball split into several different bolts of electricity and they all darted around his body. Her roared in anger, but Sarah was paying more attention to Rammi. Blue sparks were igniting all the way up her arms, and she started to panic. Her concentration broke and she fell back onto the rooftop, landing roughly on her knee. The sparks had turned into bolts and channeled up her arms into the sleeves of her uniform. Her screams echoed louder than the on-going battle between the supposed forces of good and evil. The blue lines carved their way up to Rammi's neck. Her scream got higher in pitch before she went silent. Even with the bullets still finding their way into contact with the bear, the bear roaring and sending rocks and occasionally magic at the platoons of soldiers, as Sarah looked at the now-corpse of the battle mage known as Rammi, everything seemed to be deadly silent.

Zonorhc has the right link, follow that. Hurry up though, you only have 27 days to go!

I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year, and I thought I'd post my excerpt that I'm putting up on the site on here as well. For those of you that don't know NaNo is a challenge to write 50,000 words in the month of november. In this excerpt, Grover is a 16 year old girl who is starting sixth form the next day. Ogden Park was a serene place, especially on the last days of summer when everyone else was busy preparing for going back to work, or looking after the kids. Grover had walked to Owens house with him, and then decided to take some time for herself. The park had a very small forest and a pond in the heart of it, which was were she came to hide away from the world. Even on busy days hardly anyone was ever there. Shed brought an old notebook and a pen so that she could just express herself, except when she got there she was surprised. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, leaving weird patterns on the ground; but giving more than enough light to see by. For a natural pond, the water in it was very clear. Grover looked up to see a small child standing in-front of it, blowing bubbles. The boy had his back to her, his short brown hair shining slightly in the light. Bubbles travelled in two streams away from his mouth, but his arms were at his side. Confused as to how he was doing it, she approached him. Hey there; big fella. She bent her knees to his height behind him, and waited for him to turn around. It took him a while to respond, and he turned around, his watery blue eyes gleaming. Hello. The bubbles had stopped as hed turned around, and he was smiling faintly. Who are you? My name is Grover. Whats yours? She was speaking loudly and realized she was being patronizing, but decided she may as well go with it. He pointed out towards her in a cutesy way Grober! she smiled at his pronunciation. Me Danny, you Grober. Resisting the temptation to coo at him, she just grinned and nodded eagerly. She put down her notebook and pen, and gave him her full attention. That was when he started to blow a spit bubble again. When it all changed. He scrunched up his eyes, and bubbles flowed out. It was impossible to blow bubbles from nothing but spit. How are you doing that? She inquired, carefully. Magic. The child giggled. You just have to believe, is what my mummy said. She said I can do anything I put my mind to, and I tried and it worked. Laughing awkwardly, she dismissed the thought. But at the back of her mind, it stayed, nagging her. The boy did it again. She came up with an idea. Can you do anything else? He nodded frantically before screwing his face up with concentration, and then jumping. Instead of coming down, he floated. He wasnt high off the ground, but it was sustained, until with a big puff he sighed outwards, and landed again softly. Seeing the surprise on Grovers face, he giggled. She could not believe her eyes. Shed been brought up with the fact that magic wasnt real being drilled into her skull. No-one would believe this. She had to try it. She did a very E.T style finger movement, and closed her eyes, thinking of having bubbles come out of it. It was the only thing she could think of. She opened her eyes, nothing was happening. You just have to believe Grober! Danny exclaimed. She decided to go all for it, and let herself go. She fully extended the arm, and concentrated on magic. Nothing in particular about it, just Magic. Happen. She thought to herself. Something. Anything. Happen. She slowly opened her eyes again, and was shocked.

If it's a boy: Dan, then Sam (Samuel) If it's a girl: (And I've not had a second boy) Sam (Samantha) then Lauren