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I agree with randox, the edit for the first post is long over due. Also, I would think that the desert is famine. I also think 1alebcay is stretching it a bit, but oh well. Also, what if Zaros is amandyl? I've been thinking, there has been no (in runescape) mention of Amandyl without some connection to Zaros, what if they are one and the same, two different sides of the same coin. That is why he is called the Empty Lord, he has no definate personality, maybe a god of justice perhaps? Evil and corrupt, but in his other personality, just. Kinda like a weirder two face (from batman) Eh, thats a long shot...

I notice that the dots in your picture are very similar (but not exact!) to constellations! Northeast - similar to the big/little dipper northwest-orion south west, near middle, the pleides (7 sisters, except there is 5) middle, south, the swan. (you know, the one with virgo I think) I don't know what the ones below orion are though... There we go! This maybe be the pattern.

Hylean walked out into the wilderness, completely uncaring who looked at him with envious eyes, very few had chosen the dragon buster sword, among other things. He headed toward Fat Tony's, a pizza parlor in the general area of level 20-30 eastern wilderness. A mob of pkers were there, celebrating the first year of their clan, attaining 100 members. Pizza and beer flowed. Hylean heard their partying. walking towards the building. The door opened, the leader, slightly dipsy, because he was drinking in real life also, called out to the lone character. "H3y m4n! f1gh7 u f0r s0m3 fr33 st00f!1!" "I don't care for your stuff!" he replied, licking the full length of his blade. "I care for your blood!" They all were silent a moment, then laughed, he couldn't kill them all! They charged him, running out into the open. Hylean laughed, a wild Joker (as in Batman) laugh, then charged them, dodging and slashing wildly, but hitting them hard and often. Zant and his three allies, Zsinj, Xetax, and Rushia, watched the carnage. "Do you think we should join in, Zant-kun?" Said Roshia. "Can we?" Xetax snorted, "I say we just leave, I mean look, that crazy SOB is pking them all!" Zsinj was more level headed. "I say we let Zant decide, he is our leader after all." Zant just was silent watching the massacre going on, did that rogue character intend to kill all 100-odd players in that building? He rose. "Lets go, I don't want to fight him, let us see how far he gets. Rally the army! Have them intercept at level 40 wilderness, wherever he is, if he hits level forty, I want him pked!" Roshia bowed and left. The other two stayed, and watched, half guarding, Zant as he sent out a message to a friend. "He's become very dangerous Dueler, like you said, he had the marks of insanity." "Well, I expect you to come over here." "What do you mean? 'No'? I need more powerful players than I got..." "Whatever man, pretty soon he'll start killing in the non-wildy area. There's nothing to stop him! Goodbye!" Zant turned to his friends, "Looks like we'll have to fight him ourselves." -------------- Meanwhile, Growing Night is on the prowl. By use of intelligent leveling up and skill using, he has far exceeded the normal activities of a normal kid quintuple the old age of three and four-fifths. He silently walked through the wilderness, looking for just one man. Noticing some players running to the west, obviously in fear, he headed toward their source. Only to find the man he was looking for. Quickly taking a screen shot, he logged off as fast as possible. In the real world, Growing Night plays on a laptop. He sits on several telephone books and manuals, even then it is uncomfortable to play it. He slowly saves the screen-shot, taking pains to make sure that his mother is not watching. L, helping out Lenguin, while slightly distracting her, gives him the thumbs up. Slowly nodding, Growing Night returns to "Where in the Universe is Carmen Sandiago, Star Wars edition" very satisfied. ---- Just so you know, Roshia was (is, whatever) Japanese. "Kun" is Japanese, it is a very friendly term for a close friend (especially male/female relationships) I did not take Kun, from the Cataphract of Kun, from this word.

Sir Spishyus? Suspicious... There is a gathering and organization of temple knights to fight mother mallum, a power lug who take people over. I think that is what we can attribute it too, can you get a better picture of him Skeeran?

did some searching into the Bible, if you take a deep look into it, War horseman (HM) famine HM, disease HM and the Death Hm were all under the dragon (satan, for those uneducated with prophecy) in a lax, suggestive (only suggestion!!! Not actual Doctrine Just my thoughts!!!) way. So Randox theory might hold water. And I looked through it too, 4 others, but one master. One stronghold, but four levels, each more dangerous than the last.

updated! :D about the middle of the topic!

yeah, it was an eye randox, I do believe we suggested a "horseman of the apocalypse thing" Pestilence (swamps?) famine (desert?) death (not mentioned, but might I suggest the wilderness?) and war (or the wilderness?) and Darkluniux, what was up with the bunny?!?!

I don't wuite understand the point that archimage is getting to... And who knows... Mario Sunny, I meet need that much... anyway. Updated!!! below archimages first post, I hope it is depressing. Coming soon, Andrew Gower's bold plan, the creation of the runescape empires, and what are the people in the World of Warcraft clans planning? all next time on Runescape, above and beyond!

Hey guys, no real purpose to the post, but I have so far found no historical/intellectual/interesting benefit to our investigation so far from doing the achievement diary, I don't believe we have anything here... Guess we have to wait for varrock... Just to let you know. :)

bump and reserve!!! oh Yez! Just to remind all the peoples, I am currently rehabbing my story and I find this one more satisfactory.

A game could have the worst graphics and the worst voice acting, but still have an excellent plot and music, I'd take it, no offense the KH of course, I love it my self.

Weird, this story seemed to not settle with me, and I don't know why, some undercurrent I'm missing... Not your best work but written well enough for it not to badly written. Quite frankly, you could improve it greatly if you just broke up that mass of sentences called a paragraph. I liked the ending though. (by the way, I hope you are not offended by what I said on Runescape Above and Beyond, I realize I spoke harshly, but the idea is the same. I apologize.)

Okay, I need to think about this a bit, I can't seem to write it straight, so I haven't been posting, Is Ramis of Bietleguse, glyph of shadows okay? following the rules and all?

fascinating, you had me bye paragraph... 6 anyway, I will await, you seem to have a gift of writing. Reminds me of a friends style of literature. Keep up the good work... BTW, I posted a response, I hope you understand, I have a very particular selfishness about the fantasy world I create. All literature, no matter where it takes place, is still a fantasy world compared to ours.

Don't ignore Archimage's advise, he's a damn good respected writer around these forums and he just gave you 5 long paragraphs on how to improve your story, and you're just going to ignore it? Stubborness won't get you very far in the library. Personally I also found your story boring, it wasn't interesting at all. Take his advise. I'm sorry? maybe, I was more making a point on how he said my reality was taking place. I have respect for Archimage as a thinker, and I mean no disrespect, but it is my reality, I can do what I want in it within reason. I did read his advice, and you don't see it, because I hid it. I did not mean to offend you either! Edit: I guess I have to explain the gimic of the story. Their bodies are gone, rotted, disintigrated! They went in, expecting to come out, it was just a demonstration, and realized they can't log out. THey are stuck there when they went in! This is my premise! what the whole story rests on! That there is a million or so children fighting and making empires and so much more! Do you understand?

>,? weird enough... I need a reservation to reserve the post...

Time has past, nearly six months. Lenguin still has her job, but is now joined by a guy nicknamed L, and he looked the part. Gangly and owlish, he sat hunched up, his feet on the floor but his body was hunched over, nearly touching his knees. His black hair was unkempt, and he seemed to have no iris around his black pupil. He seemed to take a great enjoyment in testing the intelligence of Growing Night. Lenguin was again scared, now there were two people reacting with her who could put the minds of Oxford to shame if they but tried half-heartedly. Andrew Gower discovered a way to reverse what had happened, that terrible tragedy so long ago. The courts no longer after him, he had won his case, all the way up to the supreme court. No one could have figured, they all signed disclaimers, it wasn't his fault, but not letting them out would be. Hylean emerged from the other side of the world. An ancient program, a reward system by Jagex, it gave a great reward, two skills up to 99 instantly, this was a first, why had no one succeeded so that the reward was so great? He chose agility and strength, power and speed, he felt good. Fired by this new potential, he took the ship and arrived at Tyras Camp docks. By home teleport, he arrived in Lumbridge, heading north, he entered the Wilderness. Dueler began to consolidate his power in the Duel arena and general Al-kharid and the desert. He became the first king. Zant had gathered all his followers into his server. Three of them were stuck like he was. Doomed to wander Runescape. But they made the most of it. Only Dueler had enough power over players to dislodge the beginnings of Warlord Era of the Wilderness. Those conspirators in World of Warcraft began their plans, crafting the best weapons and hoarding them, waiting for the perfect day to unleash their storm. More plot tomorrow!

Hylean's story right now. "Insanity is a strange thing, it can affect the eyes, the ears and the mouth, besides the whole body. driving a person to what was called in 1800th century England 'gibbering mad,' or to a strange calmness. This calmness is perhaps the most dangerous, it affects everything that the unfortunate does, slowly, they become like another person, slowly, surely, and they become a different person, normally evil. We have seen a great rise in this type of insanity, the gibbering mad is almost no longer heard of, except in murderers. The rise comes from unknown places and people, but it seems to favor the so-called gamers..." ~lecture, Dr. B. C. Randmo, for the psychology and gaming series. Hylean, now in the world of Runecape, slwoly felt himself falling into madness. A voice had appeared, not that it never had been there, he did know that he had a strange form of schizophrenia, a good voice, an evil voice, or was it something else? His brother had a form of autism, while he received a lion's share of intelligence, why couldn't he have problems. He knew that he was incredibly distraught and saddened, hurt and sick, but it was a very strange thing to feel yourself falling into madness. He wondered why no one contacted him, he was in top armor and weaponry, why doesn't anyone talk to him? He grabbed a character, but could not affect it in anyway. Was he invisible? Was he a ghost? Was he a form of leftover data, just wandering around, looking for sweet release? He could not figure it out. What was he now? Data assuredly, but what kind? And why couldn't he interact with other players? Why couldn't he leave, and where was his wife, why didn't she log on, so they could talk? He slowly walked, he chartered a ship, taking him to the eastern lands. Runescape was s wrap around world now, yet no one had been able to walk around it all with out dying. HE found himself beginning the journey reluctantly. But a something, some strange something, demanded it of him. He found himself weirdly compelled, weirdly forced to do something he did not care to do. But it was better than just walking around the major cities, like a ghost in a shell of a body. "You're worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless. worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless. worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless. worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless. worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless. worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless. worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless. worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless worthless." The voice again! He crouched, yelling his frustration to the uncaring sky.

Lenguin sat at work, watching the status lights of the servers, her child silently reading a picture book. She took her eyes off the servers to look at her husband's progeny. He was scarily smart, she knew that both her husband's and her side of the family were very smart, scientists, well-respected engineers, and many other things. The child had even begged a Runescape character, with a large vocabulary at age three, she loved him, yet was very scared of him. He called the character Growing Night. He looked up at her, silently gaging her thoughts, almost as if he could read them, then turned away. He put away the picture book and went into something much more meatier in grammar, yet still young. She turned her thoughts to another subject. A more pleasant one, when Hylean and her first met... Andrew Gower, now the inheritor of 5000 problems, doggedly looked into the coding for the helmets, looking into every dark corner that is a complex Java script. He finally found what he believed to be the cause, and what mechanism it was connected to. He relaxed for a second, then slept, five days without sleep can really exhaust a guy. He woke up, at an unknown time, his lawyer called, frantic, nearly 4000 families had decided to sue, only one actual family refused, that of Hylean. The wife of the unfortunate did not see it necessary to do so, after all, Hylean went up there willingly, and Jagex had nothing to gain from doing this. Andrew Gower decided to send something to her, but he knew that he should work to correct his more immediate problems. The script would take a very long time to write with no guarantee of working. Life was so hard, he just wished he could be left in peace to finish the mistakes, solving the problems. In world of Warcraft (Sargeras Expansion), three clan leaders talked over the issues while fighting all and sundry monsters. One actually began to talk out loud, only they could hear. "It's quite a pickle they have over there, in Runescape." "Runescape? peh! Warcraft is the Pawnzors! I do pity the fools though." said the second. The third thought moment. "I actually have found a way to hack into runescape." The first and second turned to him, initiating private chat. "How can this be?" said the first, "Jages or whoever keep a very tight security on the game severs, they have very good system admins running the servers. I know." The third directed his response to him. "I meant through Warcraft! I have found places that are weak in coding, despite all that the Blizzard people do." "**** man! tell us!" said the second. "I won't because then we will strike when we are unready. I say that we go to conquer it!" The other two agreed. "I think it is settled then. But patience. We mus wait, no matter how long it takes to prepare, the sign of a good clan leader is patience."

No offense, but I don't like the idea of trying to tinker with my reality, I can do what I want within reason. Please let me have this privilege. Thank you. ------------------------- Prologue ends here... this will be a really jumping around story, with no transition. But I will mark it by putting two spaces between paragraphs, like this Or I will put a ------- between them If I need space. ------------- They tired again... and again... continually attempting to log out. Eventually, Hylean began to throw up. Dueler soon began retching also. The man at the mike was in a state of near-panic, this was not what he signed up for. Before the puking began, he tried to log them off by turning the machines off. Now a slight discontented murmur was heard in places, slowly increasing to a dull roar. Lenguin, putting her son on the seat next to her, jumped up on the stage and ran to the still body of her husband, and began to frantically yell at him, for him. The data on the screen heard nothing of her cries, and saw nothing of her cries. A reporter took a picture of her face as she was calling for him. It became a very famous picture, winning awards, because of that haunting face, that sad body posture and the pure longing of the mouth, ceaselessly involved in a cry, never ending on the picture, depressing those who saw it. Dueler had come alone, but the parents of Zant were not as emotional attached to their son, but still worried, ran up and tried to wake him up. They gave up after a while, but still, Lenguin tried to wake her husband's body up. She gave up after a few minutes, but it all seemed an hour, she finally ceased making noise, and just kneeled, there, unmoving, until some workers picked her up, setting her on a chair. Her child's worried whimper finally broke her of her despair. Still sad and depressed, she picked him up and went home. Hylean knew nothing of this. he just felt something, something was not right, something that disturbed him. He called out, but got no answer. Then, he regained consciousness, both he and Dueler were on the floor of the Dueling Arena, Dueler had propped himself against a wall, breathing slowly. "Looks like were stuck here, Hylean." "..." "I don't mind, its not like was giving me much anyway, no family, no lover, terrible job, nagging friends, and a lot of bad memories. Guess I can finally start over, huh?" "*sob* That's fine and dandy for you! I got a beautiful wife in the prime of our love, a child who will grow up without the wisdom of his father, my dreams, only reachable in real life... and ... or... *sob* I'm sorry, ... I ... I'm going to leave now..." Hylean left the Arena, heart broken. He was stuck here, unable to leave, He was stuck in Runescape, but nothing, he knew, was a bove or beyond him.

Well, I mean it in the fact that it will be awesome! OOH! I bet it will inviolve some npcs from what Lies below quest! Anyway, I'm going to check some stuff out there, see ya later!

Okay! in this chapter I am going to do some stuff that will not come out, if ever, on RS, so no sayings on "Hey! they don't have that!" That will not be acceptable! this is a disclaimer!!! You have been warned! Hylean stood, he was surrounded by desert, then he realized, he was in Al-kharid. He went to the bank and arrayed himself in full battle gear. He donned a medly of armors: a Templar helm, a rune plate, a Templar pair of plate legs, Ring of strength (quest item, +5 str,) gloves of damage (another quest, ring of recoil-like effect) rune chain boots, a spottier cape and a dragon buster sword. He remarked to himself, as he was hefting his formidable weapon, on how the powers that be decided that Square-Enix and Runescape should eve make an alliance... But it was not for him to decide. Dueler mentally contacted him. And he set off for the duel arena. Dueler was waiting for him. Wearing a non-meddly of dragon armors and such with the dragon Masumune blade, which was gotten from the evil side (if chosen) of the quest where you could get a buster sword. He was sitting on one of the bunks when Hylean arrived he stood. "I do believe we are the first to fight a duel, the rest just had pk wars..." "Indeed, just a fun battle no stake." "Agreed!" They both challenged, went through the screens, and found themselves at opposite ends of the arena. They stayed a moment, to prepare themselves, then, leapt toward each other. Dueler attempted to use the special of the dragon Masemune, a quick flurry of blows, but Hylean jumped back, going on the offensive. Dueler met his charge, and soon the audience watching them on the view screens were awed at the fighting styles of them both. A voice at the front yelled "Go daddy!" Hylean was kept on his toes because of Masumune's reach, continually jumping back or up. Finally, Hylean hit on a plan. He jumped up, allowing Dueler to try to take him on an upward slash. Hylean blocked downward with the sword, sliding along the edge of Dueler's blade. He was about to slash across the shoulder area of Dueler, but Dueler caught Hylean's blade in his dragon gloved hands! Hylean quickly turned on the special, which created six identical blades, one slash, just once. Dueler attempted to jump out of range, and succeeded. Both had begun to feel tiredness. They continued the fight, Dueler, with his very long blade keeping Hylean on his toes, Hylean trying to get close the Dueler so he could give an ending blow. Tis went on and on. Eventually, it came time to end the demonstration, both Hylean and Dueler were cut, down to their last few hit points and tired! The announcer asked them all to log out, which they tried to do, but it wouldn't work.

RUNESCAPE, ABOVE AND BEYOND Hylean was a family man, having an excellent degree in computer engineering, he was able to get a dream job. Managing the servers in the Midwest locations. His wife, who played Runescape with her husband shall be referred to as Lenguin, just had their first child, slightly large, but very healthy. They were both very proud. Zant was a mere player, but he led a pking clan that commonly stretched across twenty servers. He is a wrathful person, quick to anger,and very slow to cool down. Always on the move, even in sleep, he prefers fighting to peaceful negotiations. He has just his mother as family, an abusive dad being non-existent, there is no real answer to the question of his anger. Dueler was a relatively well known... dueler, and he was very much in the high scores for the combat skills, all of them. He takes life one step at a time, never really going out side his bounds to do anything to unpleasant. He has no relations outside of father and mother, and he does not talk with either of them. Hylean, as the player, was a loner, and a traveling salesman, he was a very balanced player. He tired to figure things out to quickly, often figuring out what the person is saying before others are done, making him thought a pest. But he is a good-natured person. He has a father, mother, sister and a brother. He also has a wife and child, who is very intelligent indeed! In the year, 2011, Virtual reality, and all the things attached to it, had only to spill into the MMORPG world, and Runescape had won the race. WOW, which had actually began to get caught up by Runescape, could not fit the game in the apparatus. The great unveiling was to take place in every major city that had at least 500 runescape players. Three were chosen from Saint Louis, Hylean, Dueler and Zant. Hylean took his family to the great unveiling, showing his now three year old son the various mechanisms. Zant talked to the guy, wondering about this and that. Dueler just leaned against something, unperturbed by all the bustle around him. It finally came time to unveil, reporters and newscasters remarked on everything. Then it came time to test them publicly. Hylean kissed Lenguin and his son for luck, and went up there, very confident. Dueler just walked up, calmly and surely he knew the machines weren't going everywhere. Zant arrived first and darted about, picking his seat first. Strapped in, they used their armrests to turn on the machines, and then, they logged into the Runescape world!

... I'm confused, don't bother explaining it, I'll stumble along, trying to get it right, but one question, can I use a new kind a glyph that involves shadows? Or would you just prefer I not add anything, but I'll do my best. I'm starting a new story today, if I can, so my attention will be divided...

I would play you (known as High Lord Ben) but my internet connection is nil when playing RTS between computers... and I don't like game spy, just so you know, too many hackers have attacked me there.