Woke up this morning in the bank in Lumbridge, since I haven't done a thing with the shack I bought a couple of months ago. Can't brush my teeth or comb my hair. Whoops! I'm in my nightie, standing here with a bunch of shouting strangers. I quickly don my full mith armor, grab my rune scimmy and the cat. He hasn't been out for about 47 days and he needs at least SOME exercise. We hop on down to the cellar. Now that I've saved my bestest NPC friend, Zanik, I think I'll pay her a visit. We had such adventures together! And oh, how we laughed after she got killed by the H.A.M. fanatics and I got killed twice in the Lumby caves trying to get those stupid tears. "Remember when I found your lifeless body outside of the H.A.M HQ?" "Oh, you should have seen the look on your face; it was hilarious!" Yes, we've forged quite the deep friendship. So off the cat and I go; I stop for a couple of bat kebabs and some slime soup and pop up to see my friend Zanik, for lunch. OMG! What has happened? Instead of being glad to see me and wanting to reminisce about all the great times we've shared, she babbles on, and on.... and on, about her destiny, or her fate, or how will she know when that time comes. Yadda-yadda-yadda. Hmm, clearly my sense of deep friendship and comradely camaraderie has been misplaced. I tele back to Lumbridge in a funk, put the cat back in the bank and go chop wood, burn logs all over the sidewalk and just try to forget the whole sad experience.