Amaranth_GTO

Well, I'm sick, I'm home from school, and laying in bed and feeling lousy. This means I'm playing runescape :D (and xbox, and watching movies) Currently on my slayer adventure I got a 161 blue dragon task :ohnoes: I haven't checked the prices of anything lately, but I think this will make about 400k-500k profit, which will be nice :)

I finished my bloodveld task today, got 62 slayer from it :) The task brought my points total to 209, halfway to getting a slayer helmet! My new task is 117 lessers, so it's time to work on that!

Almost all of the money (and the charms) I get will be for summoning. I'll spend the points on getting a slayer helmet. Thanks for the suggestions you two :)

He said non combat runes :P for teleing, alching, etc. I guess

Ok, thanks a lot :)

Today, I decided to clean out my bank! Here's my bank right now: Not a lot in there, but the cash looks nice :D I'm going to spend a lot of it on combat equipment, and do some slayer. As far as real life goes, not too much is going on. It's volleyball season, so I have 2 hours of practice every day after school. Leaves me with not a lot of time for runescape, but oh well. I won't be playing a sport come November, so then it'll be time for some levels :twisted:

I have 30 mil that I can spend on slayer. The only items I have that are even close to useful for slayer are a rune defender, (t) skillcape, lunar staves, salve (e), and ectophial. I know I need to buy armor, a weapon, and food, but what should I buy and what else will I need?

Jeremy, there really isn't much you can do. Just call him or talk to him and tell him "look man, I know you liked [name] but we were at a party and she told me she really liked me and we ended up making out for a while." Or let him find out from some other person

Tell her that it's her decision and to do what she thinks is right. Don't screw your best friend over though, because things could get messy if he found out.

Tell her that it's her decision and to do what she thinks is right. Don't screw your best friend over though, because things could get messy if he found out.

Deadly, there isn't much for us to go by, but from what you posted I'd say go for it :thumbup: Flirt with her more than you usually do, then ask her to do something with you. Good luck :

sitting on you, ticklefights... What more can you ask for? Most girls won't sit on your lap unless they're attracted to you and comfortable around you. I say go for it :thumbup:

ARRG! Thats exactly whats frusturating me! i cant figure out How to go and talk with her! I'm simply to shy, and i need something a bit more in detail than that. like how i should go about even starting a converstation with her kinda thing. I know, im definatly lost :wall: The best you can do is go up and say hi. Just find her when she isn't surrounded with her friends and strike up a conversation. And remember, BE CONFIDENT! If you approach her thinking you'll say something extremely stupid and make yourself look like the biggest loser in the world, you probably will. If you approach her thinking you're the hottest piece of [cabbage] in the school, your confidence will radiate. And remember your body language. It's important. Iamdan posted some good advice about that 1 page back, read that.

Back when slavery was legal, the term was used to dehumanize slaves. When slavery was abolished, the word lived on as a racial slur used against blacks. All through the periods of segregation in America, the word was used in a racially offensive manner. You guys know that racial segregation in America was not ruled unconstitutional until 1968 right? That means that anyone born in the 40's or 50's would have grown up in a time where everything was separated based on race. Everyone saying that the only people who were truly offended by it are long-dead are wrong. most people who are black and grew up in that time period will take true offense to the word, because when they were growing up the word was used to dehumanize them. If you really want to be able to say the word, go ahead. It's not illegal. There will be negative consequences of your actions, but you are still free to do it.

I've yet to see any of you being clever, either, but that hasn't stopped me from believing that it's possible. LOL, in terms with velociorsptors (which are equal in intellegance to wild big cats) we are überclever, there puny little minds probably aren't even sentient let alone having the ability to write or do things an average troller can do. wtf are velociorsptors? :?

:lol: [hide=Me = Jesus of interesting-ness?]You: You know, people on this site tend to be very boring Stranger: hey Stranger: why You: Most people just say hi, or hey, or ask to put a certain something in my butt You: This site needs some spicing up. You: Therefore, I have resolved to never say just hi to anyone on this website ever Stranger: whre do yo come from You: Such boring conversation You: I shall take thou under my wing, and teach thee how to be interesting Stranger: maybe we can talking about somthing special Stranger: if you want You: The first step is having interesting things for thee to say to others You: Something such as a fake T-rex, or Chris Hansen You: Then, thou must remember to use it wisely You: With great power comes great responsibility You: Also, remember my padawan, to use text-based adventure stories to your advantage. Something as simple as "You wake up in a dark room you can't remember. You see a dresser, a lamp, a bed, and a window. What do you do?" can lead to a 3 hour epic of a conversation You: Now go and practice the art of interesting conversation, and when thou has mastered it, thou must proceed and teach others the lessons I have taught thee You: Go in interesting peace, my son.[/hide]

Well guys, I got bored. And in my boredom I bought 89k maple logs :mrgreen:

well, we finally stopped talking. The two tif'ers finally ended their text-based adventure. [hide=Super Fun Time]Stranger: You wake up in an unfamiliar room on the cold, hard floor. It's dark, but you can make out a bed, a dresser, a window, and a closed door. There's an end table near the bed with a small lamp on top of it. What do you do? You: turn on the lamp Stranger: You turn on the lamp. Light floods into the room. There's an inch of dust on everything, even the floor. You see some foodprints in the dust leading from the bed to the door. You: look out the window and try to guess the time of day Stranger: You look out the window. It's midnight, but the city you're in is still alive. You: ok. walk out the door Stranger: You walk carelessly out the door. It's dark out here. You can't see anything. You: go back into the room, and check the dresser for a flashlight/candle and any useful supplies Stranger: On top of the dresser is a small picture. In the dim light of the lamp, you can make out yourself carrying a very small child that you can't seem to remember. Each drawer contains tons of clothes, but after searching thoroughly you find a small butterfly knife on the bottom drawer. You: pocket the picture and butterfly knife. Look under the bed Stranger: Under the bed, you can make out a flashlight. Stranger: It's very dusty. You: Take the flashlight. Exit the door, and turn on the flashlight Stranger: You take the flashlight, your hand suffering from a spiderbite. Somehow, you know it's not harmless, but you can't remember ever learning what spider bites are poisonous. You exit the door and turn the flashlight on. You're in a hallway with countless doors. You guess it's an abandoned apartment, but you can't be sure. You also can't figure out why you would be there. Stranger: There's a flicker of movement at the end of the hall. You: Walk quietly to the end of the hall, butterfly knife in hand Stranger: [GAME PAUSED]I know this is breaking the tension, but read the first post in the Omegle thread. It now says: Stranger: Omegle is a site where you chat anonymously and randomly with strangers. Many people here already know what fun conversations can happen. Rsautohater and Blindbaker49 even found each other by accident! After reading the 'Today..' thread and seeing the Omega conversations, I figured they could use their own topic. Make sure you don't give out personal details, and only post conversation that follow forum rules. You: hahaha You: we made the first post! Stranger: WEWT Stranger: [GAME UNPAUSED :D] You: wewt Stranger: You walk down the hallway cautiously, butterfly knife at the ready. You hear a crash, and some frantic footsteps that slowly fade away, around the nearby corner. Stranger: You only just realise the throbbing pain in your head. You: oh crap You: um... You: Chase the footsteps Stranger: You run after the sound of the footsteps, but with the dim light of the flashlight can only go so fast without running into a wall. The footsteps seem to be heading downstairs, getting quieter. Stranger: You hear some glass shatter in the nearby room. You: Enter the nearby room Stranger: You walk cautiously through the door. The glass seems to have been a window, broken from the outside. Stranger: Glass pieces sprinkle the ground. You: Try to find a light Stranger: You have a flashlight, but you grope for a light switch on the wall anyway. You find one, and the light turns on, blinding you momentarily. Someone shoves passed you out the door. You hear the thump only a male body hitting a wall and falling to the ground can bring. You can see again. Stranger: Light floods the hallway. You: walk towards the man, brandishing the knife You: Actually, that may be the wrong word. Oh well Stranger: You walk towards the man on the ground, holding your knife. He doesn't seem to notice you. He's holding his nose, and his face is covered in blood. The man, who you can see is somewhat heavy, is wearing a stained white T-shirt and some jeans. He's groaning in pain. Stranger: Your head is still throbbing. You: find a heavy cloth and use it to stop the bleeding, then find a phone and seek medical attention for myself and for him. If there is no phone, search the room for a cabinet with pain killers and find car keys Stranger: You quickly take your hoodie off and give it to him. He puts it on his face to stop the bleeding. There is a phone in every room, but none seem to be connected. You run back to your room and search the cabinets in the bathroom. You find some Tylenol, although that probably won't do much for his injury, and no car keys. You: Take some tylenol to stop my head throbbing, then look at the cracks under the door for light. If there's light under a door, knock and ask them to call for help or drive us to a hospital Stranger: The only light you can find is your flashlight and all the lights in the room. The place is definitely abandoned. The man seems to be doing better. He may be well enough to talk. Stranger: Your head has stopped throbbing. You: Ask him who he is, where we are, and what he's doing Stranger: The man tells you his name is Jake. He says you're in an old Holiday Inn hotel, or at least that's what he thinks. He asked what YOU were doing. You: Show him the knife and tell him that it's none of his concern. Ask if he has access to a car Stranger: When he sees the knife, he grins and pulls out a gun. Aiming it at you, he tells you that yes, actually, it is. You: oh [cabbage] You: "I woke up in a room down the hall. I have no recollection of anything happening before this. Also, I have a spider bite that may be deadly and requires immediate medical attention. I'm andrew." Stranger: He sets down the gun. "You're another one, then? Another victim?" You: Lower the knife. "Victim of what? What's going on?" Stranger: He explains that someone has been dragging people into this hotel, drugging them, beating them, and leaving them. He'd been sent to surprise the one who'd been doing this by jumping through the window. "The drugs," he said, "have numerous side effects. Loss of memory is just the beginning." You: "So this isn't a spider bite? What happens next and what do I need to do to stop it?" Stranger: The man shook his head, a hopeless expression on his face, and gestured for you to follow. He brings you downstairs and opens a cabinet. He pulls out some pills, explaining that out of the countless other victims of this three-year-long crime, only about one-tenth of the subjects were completely cured. He gives you one of the pills, which you take. It's small enough to fit down your throat without any drinks. Suddenly you hear a gunshot, and the already injured man falls through the floor, dead. Stranger: To the floor* You: O.O Stranger: (I can't think of anything >_<) You: Drop to the floor, take Jake's gun, and look for the person who fired the shot Stranger: You get down and grab Jake's gun. The flashes appear out of the corner of the room. The gun feels familiar in your hands. Stranger: More shots appear, hitting the cabinet above your head. You: (I'm guessing it's a 15 shot clip?) You: Fire 3 shots into the corner, then run for cover Stranger: You run for a desk, while firing three shots over to the corner. They all miss in your haste to not get shot, understandably. You dive for cover behind the reception desk, still startled but unharmed. Stranger: Adrenaline begins pumping. You: Try to see the person I'm shooting at without leaving cover Stranger: When there is a pause in the gunfire, you peek over the desk to see the man running for cover. He knocks over a bookcase containing magezines dating back to nearly 2003. He begins shooting again, and you get down. You: Fire 2 shots at the man, trying not to kill him but inflict a flesh wound. Stranger: Suddenly a flashback hits you. You're in a gunfight in a desert, tending to another man's leg wound. You know the gunshot did not hit any important veins, arteries, or tendons. He will be fine. Carrying the man back to cover while firing your own gun at the enemy, you feel triumphant that your combat medic training did not leave you. Back at Holiday Inn, you fire two well-aimed shots at the man's leg, knowing exactly where to hit to wound him. The first shot misses, but the second hits its mark exactly where you were aiming. Stranger: The man begins to bleed, screaming in agony. Stranger: The gunshots halt. You: Leave cover, gun aimed at the man. Walk over, take his weapon and anything in his pockets. Tend to his leg wound so he doesn't die of blood loss. Stranger: You sprint over to the man's side, and then disarm him. You pull out countless pills from his pockets. After extracting the bullet from his leg, you use your T-shirt as a bandage. You realise Jake's medicine is starting to cure you of the man's drugs. You: woo! You: Take the man to a room upstairs, a room that has a chair, large window, and an electrical outlet. Stranger: You drag the man painfully up the stairs into said room. You: Try to find metal wire and use it to tie the man to the chair. If there's no metal wire, use rope or the bedsheets Stranger: You resourcefully use bed sheets to wrap the man in his chair. Even with his injury, he is still struggling. You: Inspect his handgun, and check how many bullets are left in the clip. While doing this, ask him who he is Stranger: There are four bullets left in his gun. He does not answer your question. You: Unload all 4 bullets from his handgun and put them in mine. Look around the room for any sort of metal conductor Stranger: You refill your handgun from his ammo and extract some copper wires from an outlet across the room. You're careful not to tamper with the outlet nearest to the man. You: Wrap the wires tightly around each of his wrists. Walk towards the outlet, and ask who he is a second time Stranger: He doesn't anwer again, even with the pain he knows he is about to bring on himself. He only whimpers from the pain in his leg. You: Put the wires into the outlet for 3 seconds, then remove them Stranger: The man shrieks from the pain and has a small seizure. Since you weren't wearing gloves, you also felt the intense agony. You just tortured a man. I hope you feel proud of yourself. Stranger: You also managed to torture yourself. Smooth. Stranger: (I'm tired. :D) You: :P You: Take a moment to recover from the pain, then walk over to the man Stranger: After sucking it up like a real medic, you walk over to the man and stare him down. You: ask again who he is Stranger: No answer, except "KILL ME!" You: "I won't grant you the pleasure." Search the man again for any form of identification. Look around the room for gloves or anything else made of rubber Stranger: The man is smart enough to not have an ID. You also find some disposable rubber gloves in the bathroom. If only you had these to treat peoples' injuries. You: Put on the gloves. Ask the man again who he is Stranger: The man is now crying, begging, "Please, kill me..." You: "Shut up! I'll let you die once you start talking if thats what you want" Stranger: The man tells you he himself has no name, no home, no family. Years ago, he used some of his own drugs, not knowing exactly what they were. Now the endless suffering and pain, along with his deprived childhood, causes him to put his pain onto others. Stranger: "KILL ME! PLEASE!" You: "Shut up!" Plug him into the outlet for another second, then go downstairs to Jake's body. Take his body upstairs as well as the pills he gave me. Stranger: You torture the guy some more, giggling a little as he screams for mercy, then fetch Jake and his miracle medicine. You: Force-feed the mystery man one of the pills, then search Jake's body Stranger: You shove the pill down the man's throat, then search Jake for anything useful. You find nothing except a small knife, not much bigger than the butterfly knife you forgot about downstairs. You: take the knife. Go through my inventory, which consists of rubber gloves, a 9mm handgun with 14 shots loaded, a flashlight, a small knife, and the picture I took from the room. Look at the picture to see if I can remember anything Stranger: When you look into the picture, you remember you're holding your daughter. She has her mother's eyes. As you glance at the stranger once more, you realise, hey, so does he. You've just tortured your father-in-law. And perhaps cured him of his affliction. You: holy [cabbage]. You: Keep the man tied up, and show him the picture. Ask him if he remembers his grandson. Stranger: (Man, I have the oppurtunity to make this really [bleep]ed up.) Stranger: Should I? >:D Stranger: Okay. He takes one look at the picture and laughs, gesturing to the room across the hall. Stranger: His laugh turns into a cackle. You: o.o You: hmm... You: Hold my gun at the ready, then walk to the room across the hall. Kick the door in. Stranger: Oh crap. I don't feel right typing this. Stranger: :S You: Just do it Stranger: As you kick in the door, you feel it hit something. A tiny shape slides across the floor. When you turn the light on, you see it is an arm. A very small arm. Looking around the room, you find your three-month old daughter on the bed. But you also find her under the desk, near the walls, and generally all over the room. You: holy... O.O Stranger: The whole room is scarlet. Stranger: Blood covers everything. You: Check the room, and see if her mother is in there. Stranger: ...you're just setting me up for another horror scene. Alright, then. In the bathroom, you find your beloved wife of five years in the bathtub. But that's not water she's bathing in. You: oh [bleep] You: Go back to the room where my father in law is tied up. Roundhouse kick him in the face Stranger: Father-in-law. You: father-in-law* You: :P Stranger: Your mother's father falls to the ground under your powerful roundhouse kick, his jaw broken. He's laying on the ground, still tied to the chair, extremely injured and crippled. You: You sick, sick bastard. I'd kill you right now if I didn't need you alive Stranger: The man doesn't do anything. He can't talk or move. You: Carry the man outside, and exit the hotel, noting the location. Look for a car Stranger: Surprisingly, no one notices you carrying a crippled, bleeding car into the nearest car. You hotwire the car and start driving. You: bleeding man you mean? :P Stranger: It's 2:30 AM. :( You: Drive to the nearest police station. Stranger: You drive to the nearest police station. Stranger: I' Stranger: I'm a good narrator. You: lol You: Go inside, and give them the man. Take one of the officers to the hotel Stranger: You hand over the cripple to the nearest, stunned cop and tell them to follow you. The officers were really stupid, so they weren't suspicious at all when they followed you to the murder scene while you were holding a gun, a knife, and a near-dead person. You: lol You: Give them the miracle medicine, and take them to the room with my daughter and wife in it Stranger: Why do they need medicine? O_o You: Evidence, send it to labs to figure out what's in it, etc. Stranger: Okay. The cops arrest the guy, put him in the hospital, then throw him in an insane asylum in his own private cell for the rest of his life. You win. Too bad that doesn't bring your family back, though. Stranger: I'm tired.[/hide]Gets really crazy at the end :shock:

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?' Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that! You: fine You: you can do it Stranger: Okay, look in the right door. You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line* You: dammit Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going. You: Fine You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife. You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P Stranger: Except it was dark hair. Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then. You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair Stranger: O_o You: HYT? Stranger: :o! Stranger: Hyt. Stranger: [bleep], that's weird. You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!! You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread. Stranger: Sweet. Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide] I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

Has anyone ever seen the movie Everybody's Doing It? It's a good movie and discusses the abstinence only program that is funded by the federal government, and shows its flaws. The movie is about a girl and her boyfriend who are talking about sex. Then, their school starts the sex-ed program. Their scare tactics get most people to sign pledge cards saying that they aren't going to have sex and the class fails to discuss any method of prevention except to show it in a negative light and point out it's fail rate. You can watch the movie on youtube here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOkSWEJtx5Y

Complete fail. Alright, say you manage to reach the base. How do you plan on stealing a well guarded helicopter? Do you even know how to operate one? Dunno what good there is posting five pages later. But I'd get into the base with my grandpa's clearance seeing how he's a Colonel in the army. And yes I actually do know how to fly. you can fly a helicopter....sure buddy. and I was married to jessica alba. Knowing how to fly a helicopter isn't that amazing. It isn't even that hard to do. Besides, the military base should have a helicopter training simulator so you could learn. And are me and da_latios still the only ones planning on going out to sea?

I'd assume you're getting 75 construction just for your own g altar. If that's the case, you can save a lot of money and only get to level 69, then use a crystal saw (+3 boost) and tea (+3 boost) to build the altar, and save yourself quite a bit of money. As far as prayer goes, g altar all the way :thumbup:

Am I the only one that would want to be on a military carrier ship? Out in the ocean, you have fighter jets, some have helicopters, and they all have plenty of weapons. And a HUGE refrigerator. And I doubt velociraptors can swim out to the middle of the Atlantic.

Not necessarily. I think the definition of marriage is slowly shifting away from it's religious roots to have a more secular meaning. Of course the more conservative among us hate this, but I do believe it's happening. Oh I know and that's what I personally would like to see stop. Certain religious stuff should stay that way in my opinion... but unfortunately that's not going to happen. Eh well... Don't some churches get government funding? If I'm wrong, please ignore the following: Those that do receive funding HAVE to marry homosexuals. No ifs, ands, or buts. Those that don't should be considered private and not be forced what to do. Because of the separation of church and state I don't think the government can fund churches. However, churches are exempt from taxes. Personally, I don't care. If someone is homosexual, it's fine with me. If someone isn't, fine with me. Homosexuals are just as human as everyone else, who cares if they aren't into the same gender as most others?

Gangs... Plenty of them around where I live. The problem with your idea is that it would be very hard to determine what constitutes a gang. I know it's easy to think, but writing it up into a law would be almost impossible. It would be one great law though. Personally I think the best way to deal with it would be to carpet-bomb all gang territory, but that won't happen. The other solution is to stop gangs at their source. Most gangs deal drugs. So if you could get rid of all the drug users, and stop drugs from entering the country, gangs would start to dissipate.