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Name - Emily Age - 14 Country - USA City/Town - Hales Corners, Wisconsin Sports played/followed - Basketball, softball, volleyball, American football, soccer Music Taste - Rock Some favourite bands - Nickelback, Evenessance (Sorry for butchering the spelling on that one) The Beatles, Queen, Bon Jovi Instruments played - Piano, drums, all percussion instruments Belief Inclination - Luthren Hobbies/Other Interests - Writing, painting, cartooning, Tip.It, playing sports Ideal Travel Location - New York, Italy, Jamacia Future Aspirations/Career Aspirations - Graphic Designer, Animator, or Author

You're out of your mind dude, its totally spontaneously combustive unicorns!!! :notalk:

You've obviously never been to Canada And the US isnt run by big macs and fat people. I have never eaten a big mac in my life and seeing a huge fat woman is very rare, and funny :lol: I've lived in the USA all my life, and never eaten a Big Mac. It can be done! (But have you ever had a Jack Daniel's Burger at TGI Friday's? Now that, that is goooood. But I substatute the fries with a salad, and the burger with a turkey burger.) Middle East- All the war. The Moon- Lack of air.

I don't watch the stupid movies that just document PKing trips. I watch spoofs! So I'd have to say Anzauxillary! His new one was hilarious!

same =) I have to go with you two on that one. :thumbup:

Welcome to Runescape! A portal from this mystical place... (Examine portal at Air Altar) Welcome to Runescape! Hot! (Examine Fire) Welcome to Runescape! These smell nice! (Examine Flowers)

Leopold sat with Henri that night, in a coconut tree high above the compund keeping watch. Henri pulled out his sword, and sliced a coconut in two. "Want it?" He asked Leopold. Leo shook his head, and went back to scanning the horizon. Henri sighed. "This is about that little episode earlier, isn't it." Leo shrugged. Henri slurped a bit of milk from the coconut. "Just shake it off man, probably two wackos esscaped from the Asylum. Not the first one I've seen. I had one come up to me in the Wilderness, claiming he was an incarnation of Zammy himself! Poor dehydrated warrior, thats my guess." Leo turned to Henri, and smiled. "Thanks, you're a great friend. After my fall... I couldn't remember anything. I didn't even remember that I fell, to be honest. I didn't remember you, or my mother and father, or anyone. But you know whats creepy?" Henri looked up from his snack. Leo continued. "I rember that monkey... and that girl... like from a dream or something." Henri turned green, but Leo didn't notice in the dark. Henri through the coconut at the ground. "Probably Deju Vu, from a dream. I wouldn't worry about it. I've known you since we were four years old! My dad is Kilroph's right hand man! We've been together forever, and I don't remember any monkey, or any pretty blind girls. So relax." Leo smiled, and leaned back on a thin branch. "Thanks. You know, I remember where I've seen that monkey!" Henri inhaled sharply. "Where?" Leo laughed. "At the zoo, silly!"

Waaaaaaa Wisconsin!!!! :(

Everyone knows flying saucers don't exist, duh. Perhaps it was just a spontaneously combustive flying unicorn? I see those like *psssh* at least three times a week. Minimum.

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I was buying a rune scimmy a while back, and I was talking to the guy who was selling it to me. I offered 35k and this level 5 comes up and starts calling me noob. He said that rune scimmys costed 1mil, and that I was a noob who needed to play Runescape more. Then he started the whole "My main could kill you!" thing, and then he actually brought his main on. It had a santa hat, and fletching skill cape. I wasn't too impressed, but this guy followed me around the whole time I was one saying "Aren't you jelous! I could kill you! Look! I'm 21mil richer than you! HA HA NOOB!" To say the least, I wasn't impressed.

Faylle and Riddius left their boat at the shore, and quietly crept up the bank of the island. Kneeling behind a bush, they looked. Faylle glanced at the sky. "I think its going to storm, Riddius." The old primate grunted in agreement. With a gasp, Faylle noticed Leopold. He was sitting at a table with a couple other boys around his age, eating stew out of clay pots. They were laughing, and joking around. Faylle wanted to run and greet him, but Riddius stopped her. She stared at him in anger. "This is madness! He's right there, we can get him and go, right?" Riddius shook his head. "Somethings... not quite right here." Faylle shrugged, and began running into the clearing. "Leopold! Leo, over here!" She caught the attention of the boys and Leo, who stared at her cautiously. One boy started laughing. "Who's this Leo, your girlfriend?" Another boy raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I've ever seen her around here..." Leo stood up and looked at Faylle. "Do I know you?" She broke out in laughter. "We lost you at the Warrior Festival! And now we've found you, so we're going to take you back in time for the coronation!" The other boys, who knew what was happening, stared at their stew. "Coronation? Listen, I've never seen you before. So go away." Faylle stomped the ground with her golden slipper. "You know who I am! I'm the reason you can see right now, imbecile!" Kilroph came over to the table. "Well well well, what do we have here?" One of the boys smiled. "Its Leo's long lost girlfriend, Roph!" Kilroph frowned. "Don't call me Roph, Henri. Call me sir. And whats this about a girlfriend? I've never seen her before." Leo sat back down. "Neither have I. I don't know where she came from." Kilroph shrugged. "Alright then. Guards! We have some intruders!" At this point, Riddius came running out of the bushes, grabbed Faylle, and shouted something in an ancient language. The two were lost in a cloud of smoke, and disappeared. Kilroph nodded for Henri to take Leo to where the two would be standing guard that night. He sat down, and helped himself to stew. "That girl, and the monkey. They must have been from the Amythist Rangers. We'll have to triple our defences, they'll be back."

Luzi sat before a crowded room of about two hundred black-clad Amythist Rangers. She sadly stood up on the small makeshift stage, and began to speak. "Loyal Amythist Rangers! I bear grave news from the former Warrior's Festival these past few days. My son, your future leader, Leopold, has been killed by the Wilderness Army during their attack on the festivities." A sad murmur of understanding ran throughout the crowd. "Now, I know you've all heard this as a rumor, but I'm simply confirming the truth. We will have to go on without a real heir to the throne. I mean this not as something that will defeat us, but make us stronger. I thank you all. Good evening." Faylle was among the crowd at Luzi's speech. She turned white at the announcement. Frantically, she ran up out of the compound, and into the gray misty evening. Riddius noticed her, and followed. As she ran down to the port, he stopped her. "Faylle! Where are you going!" His voice was almost drowned out by the sound of the battle going on a few miles away. Faylle turned to him. "I have hope, that Leo isn't dead. But if he is, I'm going to return the body. For proper burial." She slid the rope holding a small sailboat to the dock up and over the post. Riddius sighed. "No, child. He's gone. And its much to dangerous to go and get his body anyways! Its Wilderness territory now, you can't just go waltzing in there like its still a tropical vacation destination!" Faylle stopped, and put her hand on the wooden post. "I... I guess you're right." Riddius smiled. "Oh... well... er..." "You didn't think I'd beleive you, did you." Riddius shrugged. "You want to come with, monkey man?" Riddius put a paw on his sword. "Well, you'll need protection, fair maiden!"

I realized that as soon as I had written it.

Okay, so I have a sinking feeling that somehow, this doesn't belong here, but anyways. Yeah, so I was thinking about what story I'm going to do after the sequel of Heir of an Empire is done. I'm not going back to Moonchest quite yet, and I'm definitely not ready for a 3rd installment of Heir, so I figured I'd start a little one part er. Nothing hugenormous,(Taking advantage of creative license here.) just a little story. So I had some ideas, but I figured I'd let the people who like my stories vote instead. So yeah, if this gets blocked, totally my bad, sorry. But if this is legal, I want you guys to vote on what story I'm going to do next!!!! CHOICE #1: A young girl in tan desert pants, a white beret, and a brown shirt, usually worn by working fighting the plague in Ardougne, walked down a Varrock alley quietly. It was late, and girls her age usually weren't seen out this late at night. She paused by an overturned barrel, and waited. After a few minutes had passed, a young man in rune armor turned the corner and stood by her side. "You waiting too?" He asked, a bit surprised. She looked up, her black hair falling around her shoulders. "What? The scroll said nothing about age limitations." The man smiled. "Well, sure. But you're a little girl. What skills could you possibly have that you would be invited to the-" The girl scowled. "Not all little girls are interested in dolls and cooking, bozo." The man laughed. "What kind of mama you got there, letting you get all into sword fighting and what-not." The girl looking at the rune sword slid through her belt. "Maybe I don't have a mother." The man muttered something apologetic, and stepped a few feet away. CHOICE #2 Poz happily through the net over the side of his fishing ship, humming a tune quietly under the bright noon sun. He waited on the deck to feel the sharp tugging of fish, an indication that it was time to bring in the catch. But this time, he felt nothing. After waiting a while, he looking overboard into the net. A small circular object was floating in it, casting a greenish haze in the water. Poz looked around, glancing at his fellow fishermen, and pulled the net up. Taking the object in his hand, he looked at it closely. It was made of gold, and had carvings of what appeared to be half fish, half woman creatures on it. In the center, a large emerald glowed faintly. He held it up to the sun, and studied it intently. The voice of his captain rang over the noise of the sea. "Poz, quit ya' dawdlin' and get back to work! I'm not paying ya' to study antiques, boy!" So there you go. Vote for your favorite, and that the one I'll do next! But don't worry if your fav isn't chosen, I will do it eventually.

Leopold held a worn oak bow in his hands, and shakily lifted an arrow to the string. Magus Wright stood behind him, smirking. "Alright there, son. Good job. Its such a shame you forgot-" At this, the old man looked towards Kilroph, who was watching from his tent. The boy gave a approving smile, and walked inside. "-how to shoot a bow and arrow after your accident. Now there you go! Pull back, and-" Leo let fly the arrow, hitting the paper target on the palm tree on the bull's eye. Magus' jaw dropped, and he began clapping wildly. "Why, my word Leo! You haven't forgotten a thing! You're still a natural!" Leo looking towards his shoes as Magus ran up and patted his shoulder. Magus noticed his uneasiness. "What's wrong, son?" Leo looked up. "Its not that I don't trust you, but I don't remember anything about you. At all. You're kind of... a stranger to me." Magus smiled gently. "Don't worry. That was quite a nasty bump you got there. But me and your mother don't mind if you don't remember us for a little while. Maybe you've forgotten just how annoying we are." Magus laughed at his own joke, as Leo managed a small smile. "I- I guess... father." Magus smiled. "There's my boy. Now how about we try a couple more, and then you could get some rest." Leo nodded, and raised his bow. The arrow whizzed through the air, hitting the mark precisely. Later that night, as Leo slept in their tent, Magus and Ophielia sat at dinner with Kilroph. "Sir, the boy's amazing me. He's more skilled with a bow than I am! And he fully believes that we're his parents. He's a good kid too, for being the offspring of that hideous Amythist hag and all." Kilroph leaned back, and smiled. "See, and you thought it wasn't going to work. Just keep training him, and in just a few weeks, he'll be our secret weapon!" Luzi sat on the wall in Port Kharazard, sadly staring at a small tattered painting of a small boy playing with a toy sword. Riddius came up behind her, and lowered himself next to her. "How are we, miss?" Luzi sighed. "Not well, Riddius. And to think, the coronation was supposed to be in just a few days." Riddius frowned. "I'm sorry. I should have never even mentioned the Warrior Festival. That's what killed him, I'm sure of it." Luzi shook her head. "No, the Wilderness Army killed him. And we're just going to have to go on without him."

Leo sat with Kilroph, Francis, an older lady, and a large man with a beard. A small bowl of stew was placed in front of him, and Kilroph began to speak. "Leopold, do you know why you're here?" Leo shook his head. "Your father, Magus Wright, is a terrific ranger. He's right here. Your mother, Ophielia Wright is the Wilderness Army's medicine woman. They came down to help set up the second outpost of the Wilderness Army, here on Karam Ja Island. You are 14 years old, and you live in the Wilderness mostly. Now you live here. You fell from the tree trying to pick a coconut so your mother could help make a cure of broken bones. So now, you've got a slight concussion. Any more questions?" Leo shook his head, and stared at the stew. "Whats this?" Kilroph handed him a spoon. "Its called stew. You'll need to eat it, you and your father are going to start training for your new career as a ranger this afternoon. Understood?" Leo nodded, and Kilroph smiled. "Good. Oh, and I'm Kilroph, leader of the Wilderness Army." Leo sat, soaking up information. Kilroph and Francis left the table, leaving Leo's newly appointed parents to look over him. Kilroph laughed. "I think that went rather well. He's clay in our hands now! And the best part, he's going to help with the downfall of his own family!" Francis chuckled. "Kilroph, where would we be without you?" Kilroph thought. "Still in the Wilderness, without this new territory, and without a secret weapon who's as dumb as a stump." Estah came running out of her tent. "Oh, there you are honey! Great to see you! How are you feeling?" Kilrooh frowned. "What is it now, mother?" Estah's smiled faded. "I want us to pull out of here. Now." Kilroph scowled. "We follow my command, not an old woman's." Estah sighed. "But last night, I saw a flying horse pulling rather close to where you were standing guard with Francis. What if it was going to kill you? What if somebody's stalking-" Kilroph pushed her aside. "Enough, woman. I'm late for a meeting with our melee commander." Estah wagged her finger. "You act so tough now, son! But you just wait! One of these days, your father's spirit is not going to be enough to power you through a battle! And you're going to get killed!"

People think we're fat rich slobs. I'm not saying that some of us aren't, but we aren't ALL like that. Not my fault that McDonald's started here, and a bunch of tech stuff did too. :shame:

Shhh....... they'll come looking for us.... not like we're hiding in Wisconsin or anything *cough cough* Nope... no aliens here... *cough* :ohnoes:

Riddius swooped to the ground on Kleemhan's back, and panting, ran over to Luzi. "No sign of him on the island, dear. Its completly Wilderness Army controlled now." He shook a spark off of his sleeve. "And those darn elves. Somebody needs to check their prescription for their spectacles, I'll tell you that." Luzi sighed. "Did you see anything? Hear anything?" Riddius nodded. "General Luc's son, I take it from his hair. He was talking to some men about how he single handedly killed six men who were trying to kidnap him in the Wilderness." Luzi scoffed. "Sounds like a bunch of baloney." Riddius shrugged. "I'd believe it. Those Luc's, they're a violent group. But no sign of Leo. I've ran out of daylight to look, Luzimelle." Daniel climbed out of the trap door in the ground, sadly. "I've teleported to every city I can think of, and interviewed as many survivors I could. There's not many, but none of them have seen Leo." Luzi began sobbing. "So I guess he never made it off the island." Riddius solemnly took ahold of Kleemhan's reigns. "There's always hope." Daniel shook his head. "I'm afraid, my friend, that we've run out of hope. Leopold's gone."

Leopold groggily awoke, laying on his side. It was dark out, and a few birds called through the giant palm trees. Leo looked around. He definetly didn't know where he was. Standing up, and studied his surrondings. Several men and women were tearing down brightly colored tents, and putting up larger tents. A tall boy with red hair was raising a banner on one end of the giant clearing. Squinting, he Leo could barely see the symbol on the banner. It looked familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen it before. A sharp pain shot through his head. He sighed in pain, attracting the attention of one of the men. The man walked over, and looked up and down at Leo. "Hey.... you're that dirty Amythist Ranger character! Hey, Kilroph, sir, come over here!" The boy finished raising the banner between two palm trees, and ran over. "What is it now, Francis?" The man pointed at Leo. "This boy is the son of the leader of the Amythist Rangers!" Leopold stared at the man. He didn't know what he was talking about. Leo never remembered hearing anything about Amythist Rangers... in fact, he didn't remember much at all. Kilroph's face twisted in disgust. "Is this true, stranger?" Leopold stared at his feet. "Uh... I uh... not sure. I don't really know where I am..." Leo tried to escape the gaze of the boy, and locked his eyes on a large bonfire. The fuel for the fire wasn't logs... definetly not wood. He flinched in horror as a human arm was tossed on top of the pile. Kilroph folded his arms. "Francis, this boy clearly doesn't know what you're talking about." Francis frowned like a sullen child. "But, but but- the stupid thing. Its just a ploy, isn't it you little rat. You're here to kill our leader!" Leo scratched his leg. "Really... I don't even know your leader. I don't even know where I am. Honestly." Kilroph gave Francis a smug look, then turned around. "Wentworth, get over here!" A small old man came running over. "You called, sir?" Kilroph nodded at Leo. "Check this boy out for any abnormalties. Head injury? Concussion?" Francis cleared his throat. "Wentworth hasn't been a physician for at least fiftey years, Kilroph." The old man raised Leo's eyelid, and tapped his on the head. After a few minutes of examination, Wentworth clicked his tounge. "This boy's got a nasty concussion. Does he remember anything? Is he one of ours?" Kilroph shook his head. "Don't reckon I've ever seen him before. And he's as dumb as a post." Leo frowned at the group. "Am not!" Kilroph turned to Francis. "I don't care who this boy is, he obviously doesn't even know that. Get him some clean clothes, and bring him to dinner tonight. Meet me at nine, in the mess hall. We need to do a bit of background information on this kid..." Francis sighed. "Kilroph, he doesn't remember anything!" Kilroph smiled. "I know. But he doesn't know that."

When you are a crowded place, like a bank or, well, just a general place were people usually gather, there will be background sounds of people talking, like the background noise in a restaurant or office. No audible words, just sounds of conversations. You know, to make it more real.

Riddius, Leo, and Luzi walked among the hundreds of colorful tents and stalls at the Annual Warrior Festival. Many men and women wielding weapons and wearing armor happily traversed the grounds. The three entered a tent they had rented out for the week of festivities. Plopping down on a cot, Riddius sighed. "Happy to be back here, away from the Port." Luzi nodded, lighting a gas lamp that hung from the ceiling. "I agree. Now, its almost nightfall. I say we unpack, go get some dinner, and go to the opening ceramonies." Leo smiled, and leafed through a brochure he was handed at the dock after getting off the boat. "Lets see... tonight, after the ceremonies at around nine, there's a Meet and Greet party at the main grounds. Free food and drink, entertainment provided by the Shiloh Cultural Drumming Troupe." Riddius smiled and set his bag down on the floor. "Sounds like a plan then. Lets get going." Walking among the grounds, several Amythist Rangers recognized them as they visited several different booths. The trio met many different people, and were enjoying themselves when there came a scream from across the palm tree laden grounds. The volcano was steaming, and a loud laugh could be heard over the voices of the fair goers. Luzi tried to push the other three into a scimtar vedors tent, but Riddius pulled out his sword and joined the other men running towards the volcano. Luzi sighed. "Get inside, now, Leopold." Leo stared at the volcano as the large wall of steam and smoke suddenly lit up. A large shadow of a man in armor stood above the grounds. "Foolish mortals! Don't run, it will only allow me to kill you faster! Go back to you tents, and leave immediently! This island is being vacated by the orders of his braveness, Kilroph Luc! The new leader of the honorable Wilderness Army! Leave, or be exterminated immediently!" Luzi shouted, and grabbed Leo. "Run!" She screamed over the crowd, who was all rushing to get to their tents. Riddius jogged past them. "Hurry up, you two! Quickly now!!!" Leopold ran until his throat burned. He was almost to the tent when he tripped over a small child trying to reach his mother. Leo tumbled headfirst into a bush, and fell unconcious. Luzi and Riddius were emptying their tent when they realized Leo hadn't caught up with them. Luzimelle tried to find him. "No Luzi, you'll get yourself killed. Maybe he's already on the boats. Now lets go!" Luzi was pulled by Riddius onto a crammed boat headed to Port Kharzid, against her better judgement. Several people who couldn't find room on boats jumped into the ocean, and tried to paddle their way to safety. Riddius watched as the island began a small dot on the horizon, and turned to comfort a greiving Luzi. "Don't worry, dear. I'm sure he's safe." As the screams of people being killed by the Wilderness Army echoed in the night sky, Riddius mumbled to himself. "For our sake, I hope he's safe."

Kilroph angrily ran out of the Wilderness Army's camp, sobbing. He ran until the camp was nearly out of sight. In the distance, black clouds swelled, and lighting flashed in the twilight. Kilroph sat down on a charred stump, and cried. A pained scream echoed in the distance, most likely a warrior on a killing trip meeting his fate. Kilroph crossed his arms, and shivered as a cold wind blew through the stormy sky. A downpour of freezing rain fell after it. There was a voice from behind a tree a few feet away. "You're General Luc's son, aren't you." Kilroph looked up, startled. "Y-yes..." A large man with a bandage over his eye stepped out from behind the charred oak. "Name's Andre. I used to work for your father before he died." Kilroph looked down, as Andre continued. "I ran away shortly before the battle. I couldn't fight, not with this eye. But your father, he would have made me. Horrible, horrible man." Kilroph showed a look of disgust. "What are you talking about? You probably didn't even know my father." Andre shrugged. "Yeah, I did, actually. But I'm not here to tell you how horrible he was. I'm here to warn you." The boy sniffled. "Of what, Tubby?" Andre sighed. "That hurt. Now if I were you, I'd be getting back to the camp. There's a band of warriors on a killing trip coming this way. They're guards from the prison. They know your father, they're part-time members of the Wilderness Army. But they turned against him a few years ago, for various reasons. They'll recognize you, no doubt, and-" Kilroph stood. "Shut up. Get out of my way, or I'll kill you. Do you know who I am? I'm the new leader of the Wilderness Army. People will start coming back, I can assure you. This is the dawn of a new day. Now get lost." Kilroph started running off, as Andre tried to stop him. "No thats where the guards are!" Kilroph turned back. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm not afraid of a couple of washed up-" The boy ran into something hard. He turned around, face to face with a tall man in adamant armor. The man smiled, and pushed Kilroph to the ground. "What 'ave we here? Red hair.... where 'ave we seen this before, boys?" The men behind him laughed. One shouted out. "That lousy scum of a man Luc that stole your wife!" Another one spoke. "That horrible mouse of a man who killed my father!" Kilroph struggled. "Get off of me, peasent! My father never stole your wife. I can assure you." The first man smiled wickedly. "I'm sure that your mother never told you why she married your father in the first place. He took Julio's lady, and your mother tried to make her jelous! Estah, she always hated poor Suzanah..." Kilroph coughed, the man's boot pressed onto his throat. "Let me go, or I'll have all of your heads mounted on my wall!" The group laughed, as the front man hoisted Kilroph by his collar. "I'd like to see you try." He pulled out a wand from his back pocket. "All together, men. We're headed back to the ole' office to put a little toad where he belongs!" With a flash of light, the group, and Kilroph, disappeared.

Kilroph sat in an empty tent, tossing his deceased father's burnt helmet in the air. His mother stuck her head in. "Can I come in sweetie?" The boy shrugged, as the slight woman hustled inside. "How do you like the camp?" Kilroph shrugged again, trying not to make conversation. His mother sighed. "Listen, I'm sorry about this whole thing. I should have told you a little bit sooner, but-" Kilroph stood up. "A little bit sooner? My father was gone half of my childhood, and all you did was make up excuses! I never got to spend time with him, and now he's dead!" Estah coughed. "I really wanted to tell you, I just didn't know how!" Kilroph scoffed. "Sure, but you could make up excuses that put a story teller to shame! 'He's on a hunting trip' or, my personal favorite, 'He's tending to the sheep.' What sheep, mother? WE DON'T HAVE SHEEP!!!" The tall boy was crying now. Estah sobbed. "I didn't want you growing up to be like him. I mean, he was a great man. Brave, strong, and a wonderful person, but I didn't want you off every day fighting other clans, or killing some kind of vicious monster. I wanted you to grow up to be like your grandfather, becoming a scholar." Kilroph threw the helmet out the door angrily. "Did you ever ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up? Maybe I wanted to be a warrior, and lead the clan when father retired." Francis came into the tent, holding the helmet sadly. "Kilroph, listen to you mother. She just wants what's-" Kilroph fumed. "No! She doesn't want what's best for me, she wants whats best for her!" He turned to his mother, tears streaming down his dirty face. "If you didn't want your children to be warriors, you should have married another man!" He stormed out of the tent, as the sound of thunder echoed through the dark sky. Francis sat down next to Estah, and took her hand. "Let him go, Estah." She sobbed. "I don't want him getting hurt. Especially out here, in this God-forsaken wilderness." Francis sighed. "It may be the only choice if you don't want him hurt even worse."