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I'll see if I can distract the teacher long enough to sneak out. It should be easy, seeing as there's only 3 adults, 2 teachers and a security guard (Yes.... we have our own 24/7 security) and about 50 students.

We have a snowplow, but its one of those clumsy push behind things. But my dad usually hogs it, so I'm stuck with the idiot shovel. Me and my sisters are actually taking bets on how many times we'll need to shovel by the end of this "snowstorm." I say at least 4. On a funnier note, I was watching the news last night, and they had an anchor out in a town a few miles to the north of us, and all of a sudden you see one little flurry (I spelt that wrong) come down, and this guy gets all insane. "Get your shovels, Wisconsin!!! BLIZARD 07 IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!!!!" I was in hysterics, because that was all that fell during this guys report. One freaking flurry.

Well, it depends what I'm doing that day. If its something exciting, like a vacation or something cool like that, I'm up and functioning early. I do like staying up late though. But the usual day finds me smacking my alarm clock into submission, slooooowly climbing out of bed, and not fully waking up until at least 3rd period.

There's only one or two in the world, currently. I saw it on an episode of Mythbusters. It actually flies too. But I'd want a cool looking regular car for that money. I mean, wouldn't gas prices kill you for that thing?

I was in Sears buying a pair of jeans, and they put an announcement over the PA system. In Spainish first. I don't even live in an area that populated by Hispanics! I mean, there are many, but I never see them in our Sears store. Everything in Sears is said and printed in Spainish and English. Come on, we need to learn Italian if we want to move to Italy. They should learn English!!! :wall: (By the way, my jeans had double the tags, they were printed a second time in Spainish.)

When we first got my lab mix puppy about a year ago, she was terrified of everything. She wouldn't go on our tile floor, so we needed to drag her to her food bowl on this little blanky thing. But now she's so fearless its kind of annyoing. Like when she saw that it had snowed (she LOVES snow) she tried running through our glass patio door.

Lucky? I've shoveled about twenty times my weight in the past hour alone, with a shovel that basically twists your wrist around when you try to fling the snow onto a pile. And while I was out there, some bozo with a plow slowed down by my house, and waved and stuck his tounge out. Turd. Have fun surfing, anyways. I wish I was anywhere but here. :wall:

We had a fairly mild December and January, then comes February with the -500 temperatures. Now we're slated to get 15+ inches by the end of tomorrow night!!! AND MOST SCHOOLS WILL STILL HAVE SCHOOL! But no worries for my district, we have off tomorrow anyways. I just got in from shoveling the first wave of solid packing snow. Our driveway isn't long, but really wide. Like basketball court sized. But luckily, we'll be moving before the Spring really sets in, and our new house's driveway is quite small. Anyone else have the winter blues as bad as me? :boohoo:

Here in Dairyland (Wisconsin, for you non-Americans) its been about negative bajillion degrees plus wind and snow. Its finally starting to thaw out, after a mild begining of winter, and a harsh mid-winter. There's really nothing to do unless you plan being tomorrow's headline: TEENAGER FOUND FROZEN SOLID OUTSIDE!!! PARENTS CLAIM CABIN FEVER WAS TO BLAME!!! COMPUTER HAS BEGUN GREIVING AFTER ONLY ONE DAY OF NO RUNESCAPE!!!!

I'd play that, if it kinda had the same set-up as Runescape. You know, trading, skilling, fighting, NPCs, cities.

According to my history teacher, althought the war is killing many people, the US and Britain should stay a bit longer in Iraq. My teacher says that if we pull out, and allow terror to grip the country again, they might as well drop a nuke on us and end the world. I'm not quite sure I can beleive him thought, because this teacher has ADD, and he said this on one of the days he forgot his pills. (Shortly after this, we began a serious discussion on poodles, and which teacher's we think are perverts. Don't ask. :mrgreen: )

I'm not sure what we're hitting, but we're doing just about EVERYTHING. The bad news is, we're only at some places for a short time, like we'll only be at the Smithsonian for 2 hours! But we're also seeing a play, attending the Changing of the Guard ceramony at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and visiting the pandas at the zoo. I'm pretty excited. It shouldn't be too boring, since most of my friends are able to go. (Only 50 people from our grade, plus its around $1,000 dollars, so not everyong is able to attend.)

Leopold sat by a roaring fire, sharpening his sword. Riddius entered the room with a bowl of soup. "Leo, there's something I need to ask you about." Leo smiled. "Anything, Riddius. Just say the word." Riddius smiled. "See, your mother thinks you're still too young, but I was wondering if you'd like to go to the Warrior Festival with us this year." Leo put down the sword. "Warrior Festival?" Riddius nodded, slurping his soup. "Warriors, clans, knights, you name it, all get together to share their knowledge and practice their craft. There's entertainment, jousting, food, everything. Its about a week long, and this year its held on Karam Ja, by the volcano." Leopold thought. "It sounds like fun. Sure, I'll go." Riddius laughed. "That's my boy. Almost everyone in the Amythist Rangers goes. It will be good to get away from the sounds of war for a while." Leopold nodded. He stood to go, but Riddius stopped him. "Keep sharpening your sword, Leopold. When I said that clans go to this thing, I meant ALL clans. Including-" Leopold sighed. "The Wilderness Army." Riddius nodded. "But don't worry. Without a leader, they shouldn't be too much of a threat. But we'll keep security tight, just in case." Leo smiled. "Thanks Riddius." The weathered monkey smiled. "You know I'm there for you, Sir Leopold."

I want something I can sell for mucho mula in a few months, give or take. I'm seriously strapped for cash right now.

I found this comment extremely funny, I never knew that monkeys could type as badly as this one, not specifically this post, but most of his posts and all those similar, it seems to be apparent that not only are they prejudiced morons, but they fail to have even a basic grasp of the English language, which renders any point they attempt to make, null and void... Now, getting to the real issue, I am level 81 combat, and if I am a "noob", then so are most people, as I have worked, not begging or scamming, to this combat level, I even alched a whip at christmas, yet I didnt resort to the usual style of "OMGZ I R TEH SCREWED I ALCHED MY WHIP GIVE ME $$$ OR U = FR00B" that I see commonly nowadays, if you wish to make steriotypes on a board, do it on one roughly equivalent to your intellectual capacity. I have enclosed a link for you to click... http://www.tv.com/barney-and-friends/sh ... orums.html You are hilarious, my friend! Seems like just about everyone on this topic HATES Gonandgary for his comment! Ha ha, you just emphasized EVERYTHING I've been trying to say.... by the way, I believe I found Gonandgary's elementary school picture... http://www.stupid-animals.com/monkeys/047.jpg Good likelyhood, I would say....

This isn't a game. This should be in the General board.

Our school's taking a trip there in April. Is it a cool city? I'm really looking forward to it, but people are saying its going to be boring and educational. Can you prove my history-hating friends wrong? :pray:

Hiking in Arizona's probably the most fun I've ever had hiking. We're planning on going out to South Dakota on vacation this summer, so that's going to be fun!

I love it, but I have to prepare myself a bit. A good example of this was in the Saguaro Nation Forest in Arizona, which is basically hilly, dry terrain, and a ton of cacti. (Ooohhhh... politically correct! I rock...) But since I was just out there visiting relatives, I didn't really PLAN for a hike. So my, with my whiny little sisters, and a boiling can of orange soda, didn't last too long. :D But otherwise, its fun. Ever climb Rib Mountain, in Wasau, Wisconsin? Its not too hard, but beautiful scenary. I've done that one many times, on the way home from my grandparent's house.

Kilroph sulked in the carriage as his mother, Estah, and Francis, discussed outside. Estah raised her voice from time to time, obviously angry. "No. I won't have it. You can't tell him." Francis sighed. "Estah, please, I'm begging you! The boy is going to be seriously messed up if he doesn't find out soon!" Estah grunted. "No way, Francis. He's been doing fine without knowing for 15 years now, I think he can survive the rest of his life." Francis scoffed. "How can you say that? He needs to know, and I'm going to tell him, right now." The large man started for the door. Estah jumped and grabbed onto his arm. "You open that door and you'll be fired instantly." Francis shook her off. "I'm a first class member of the Wilderness Army. I do what I please, and you aren't stopping me." He climbed into the carriage, and slammed the door, leaving Estah alone in the tiny village they had stopped in. A goat walking past stopped and stared. "What are you looking at?" Estah screeched. The goat trotted away happily. Inside the carriage, things were different. Francis sat back after he had told Kilroph the news. The boy turned white. "You mean... he died in battle?" Francis nodded. "A hard fought battle, too." Kilroph folded his arms. "So I have to... lead you then." Francis shrugged. "Not now, you could wait." The boy stood. "No, Francis. I need to carry on my father's legacy. I will lead the Wilderness Army." Francis smiled half heartedly. "Alright then." Kilroph jumped out of the carriage and went walking by himself. Francis was stopped on his way out by Estah. "Well? Is he angry?" Francis shook his head, bewildered. "He took it rather well... and he's already accepted the offer to be the new General of the Wilderness Army." He looked at the small woman next to him. "Hate to say I told you so, love."

Leo sat quietly on a stone wall looking over the Port Kharazard, a man in tattered clothes poking in a pile of charred wood. Leo shivered as a cold wind blew in off the sea. Kleemhan neighed in the sky above, causing the rag man to look up in shock. Leopold laughed under his breath as the man scratched his beard, and watched the flying horse circle the port. The sky was a dark yellow, the setting not even visible behind the smog that signaled that a storm was rolling in. Luzi walked up from behind him, and kneeled on the cold moss. "Leo, you ready to come in yet? Peter's making stew, its really delicious." Leopold nodded. "Its going to rain." Luzimelle smiled. "There goes the three weeks of sunshine here in beautiful Port Kharazard." Leo smiled, as the roar of a battle tortise echoed a few miles away. Luzi grabbed Leo's shoulder. "Come on. I don't want any stray spells coming your way. Even if the battle is going to end soon... it makes me nervous. But both sides are respectful of the Amythist fortress. We're they allies." Leo smiled and made his way to the open trap door, where Riddius was waving his arms insanely. "Leopold! Luzimelle! Get in here!" Leo turned around and gaped at the streaming blue stream of light shooting towards them. Luzi grabbed him and pulled him across the wet grass. His boots slipped, sending him sprawling on the grass. Luzi pulled him up, and yanked him into the trapdoor. As Leo hit the ground inside the door, Luzi slid in on her back. Ridius slammed the door, and ducked down as there was a loud boom outside. The trapdoor bounced open slightly, blue light filling the small hallway they sat in. Leo panted as Luzi stood up, and brushed off her skirt. "Stupid elves. Can't hit the broad side of a tortise if you payed them."

Since I forgot to read the rules (naughty me) I need to restart the story. The first part will stay the same, but the parts about Leo will all be changed. Just thought you'd like to know that. A tall, red haired teenager walked among the charred ruins of a camp. Above, a dragon flew in the cold night sky. Steam rose from the recently burned tents, spiraling into the sky like ghosts. The boy stooped to pick up a charred helmet. He sighed, and sticking his sword into the ground, he placed the helmet over the handle, a small tribute to the deceased wearer. A gruff man in a bear fur vest came ambling over to the boy. "Kilroph, sir, are you ready to leave?" The boy, Kilroph, scowled. "Francis... who did this to my father?" The man coughed. "Uh... I'm not quite sure, son. Your mother is getting into the carriage now. The group is ready to leave... don't want to stay too late. The wilderness is a dangerous place, expecially at night." Kilroph crossed his arms. "I'm not leaving until you tell me who did this." A carriage surronded by several large men on horses, each wielding a large crossbow, sat a ways away. Another man gestured for the two to hurry up. Francis grabbed the boy's arm. "I'll tell you in the carriage. Now come on. I'm your bodyguard, its my job to keep you and your mother safe." Kilroph yanked his arm away. "No. You can't tell me what to do!" He began to run in the opposite direction. Francis took three large strides and caught up with him. Grabbing his shirt, he yanked the boy back onto the ground. Francis lifted him up by his collar, Francis stared him in the eye. "We need to go. Your mother would kill me if anything happened to you." Kilroph struggled angrily, as Francis dragged him along the chared ground to the waiting carriage. Opening the door, Francis pushed him inside. Once the carriage was closed, he mounted a horse and began to ride with the other men. One of them turned to him. "Francis, what was that all about?" "He wanted to know who killed his father." The man sighed. "Estah still hasn't told him?" Francis shook his head. "No. He think that Luc was on a hunting trip these past weeks." "She needs to tell him. He can't just grow up not knowing why his father was gone so often!" Francis sighed. "I wish I could, but Estah is to fragile a woman. Her health, its declining." The other man grunted. "Who's going to lead us then? We can't just... stop. We're the Wilderness Army. We need a leader." Francis looked towards the carriage. "I'll talk to Estah. With any luck, our leader is sitting inside that carriage as we speak."

Exactly! There's many players who think "I'm a higher level than you, therefore I am cooler." They don't realize that levels 3s are people just getting started playing! They automatically see them as "stupid" or "lazy" and unworthy of their level 40 "awesomeness."

Exactly, Dark_Aura! Just because you know a ton about the game, doesn't mean you have no life, you're fat, or you just sit around all day. For me, Runescape is kinda my release.

25,961,485,314,190,503,247,633,072,311,500 Holy crap what would that be..... in words.... :-X Numbers make me sick!