Bostonjoe

Done, ~mchainmail Some players might find it interesting that when you talk to one of the villagers in Canifis while wearing the Ring of Charos, they are nice to you because of the werewolf scent. If you talk to them when the ring is off they return to being mean again. This could go in the Tip and Tricks section of the quest guide.

The Creature Of Frankenstrain... Movie Trailer Bostonjoe: Dr. Frankenstrain has ordered me to kill you, meet your maker! Creature: Gah *hic* that's not very nice *hic* Bostonjoe: Yes well, orders is orders, you foul beast Creature: Wait *hic* what do I look like *buuuurb* Bostonjoe: Well... you look a little like Mel Gibson... Creature: Noooooooooooo! It's true, I am a disgusting fowl beast, KILL ME NOW! Staring Mel Gibson! Comming Soon To a Theatre Near You!

Hey, good luck on your goal. Btw, wait to level your construction LAST! It costs sooo much to level up, it's a pain. I spent over 200k in one day just getting like 20 levels or so. And also, you might want to do the quest Tears Of Guthix. There's a mini game you can play after beating it that gives exp to your lowest stat. I got 15 levels to construction without actually having to do anything to level it that way, pretty nifty. For a person who likes to level all stats like you, you'd love it! Also, check out my blog again sometime I have a few new stories up. Good luck!

Hmm yeah, training fishing can be boring. I can understand why you'd want to take a break. I myself only fish when I need to. And I'm off doing all sorts of things, I usually do somthing diferent every day. So my goal in Runescape is basically to do whatever the hell I want. Keep trying, you'll get there eventually. Btw, I have a few new stories on my blog, check it out sometime.

Druid Jokes lol Training Herblore 2 Bostonjoe thinks as he and a friend kill Chaos Druid Warriors for herbs Bostonjoe: I've been thinking :-k Nicole: Oh no :| Bostonjoe: Chaos Druid Warriors?! Nicole: ... Not sure where you're going with this :-s Bostonjoe: Just look at them! Chaos Druid Warriors, I mean, wtf?! I can understand Druids, I can understand Chaos Druids, I can understand Warriors, but... Chaos Druid Warriors?! :shock: Nicole: Yeah I see your point now. It's almost like they're gender confused. :wink: Bostonjoe: Lmao :lol: Nicole: . . . I dare ya to pray at that alter Bostonjoe: I will if you go first :ohnoes: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh you've really done it now Boston You've gone way overboard with the smilies That voice seems to never go away... Hmm.

WTF?! I really don't need to say anything, add any jokes, or write any story to explain this... There's really nothing to explain... the picture just kinda says it all. WTF?!

Cocktail Cookbook Today, we see Bostonjoe has found a guide to preparing cocktails on the floor of the bank Bostonjoe picks up a book from the ground Bostonjoe: "Introduction to Cocktails" ooooo :!: Bostonjoe: Hmm :-k :idea: Later that day, we see Bostonjoe rolling around on the grass screaming in a drunken stuper Bostonjoe: Hooo babea! It's kereoki night tonight! Bostonjoe runs up to a random noob Bostonjoe: Sing wif me! Randomnoob: :?: Bostonjoe: The girl, can't help ert, Sheeeee's in loooooove! Hooo yeah! Baby baby! Hit me one more time! Bum! Chuwa! A Na Na Na Na Na! Opps I diiiiiid it agaaaain! Toooo youz heart! I'm not dat incident! The random noob runs away Bostonjoe begins to dance... or attempt to dance but sorta wobbles around Bostojoe: Oooh! We can dance if youz wanna! But leaf your friendz behind! Because if your friends don dance and zee cat don dance zen zeay no friendz of mine! Ha ha! Woo! Bostonjoe takes a swig of full on tequila, falls over, and passes out.

Void Knight Pennate The Void Knight Pennate is a little symbol you can buy with 10 points at pest control, it goes around your neck like an amulet. Unfortunatly, I have no idea what it's supposed to do!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Someguy: What's that amulet you're wearing? Bostonjoe: Oh this? It's a void knight pennate, you can get one too, just exchange 10 points for it. Someguy: Does it do anything? Bostonjoe: Oh yeah, it does... somthing... Someguy: So what does it do? Bostonjoe: Well... Someguy: Yeah? Bostonjoe: Somtimes when I'm fighting monsters at the island, I rub it, and all of a sudden these weird swirly fruitloop things cover me and all the monsters around me! Someguy: Really?! Fruitloops?! That's really weird, so what are the fruitloops supposed to do? Bostonjoe: Well, it seems to do absolutly nothing. Someguy: Hot piss Bostonjoe: Indeed

There ya go. I hope the text isn't too small to read or anything like that. This isn't one of my funiest stories but it's allright. I still got more things to put togeather so keep droping by every once in a while and see whats new. Thanks for all the comments by the way!

Puppet Master He moves the puppet to and fro, it comes alive in his hands. "Look at him dance, look at him sing! Oooh hoho dance puppet dance!" He loved his puppet, again and again, every day he would make it move, animate it into life! "Ha-ha, puppet, you're so silly, so funny! Nicely done puppet! Again again!" But one day the puppet rebelled! "Yes puppet, move! That's excellent puppet, do it again! Hey! Grr, move! What is this? I move the strings yet he stays still?!" Let go of me you fool! "What? You speak? But you're just a puppet!" Yes, just a puppet but you treat me as if I'm a person! Yet your surprised when I actually speak on my own? Day in and day out you control me, telling me what to do, well I'm sick of it! "This is madness! You're daft! You're mad! You're insane!" You're the one talking to a puppet... "Shut up! Grr! Move puppet! Move!" For 3 years you've had me, don't you think it's finally time... "No!" To cut... "Don't say it!" The strings! "Noooooooooo!!! Never! I'll never let you go! I neeeed you!" Let me go! Let me go! Don't you want me to be free?! Don't you want me to move on my own?! It's time... It's time for me to be me! It's time to be free! Release me from these strings, let me go! "Puppet... I'm afraid I cannot let you go" And he threw the puppet in a chest and never touched it again for three days. On the third day he was sitting at home, and his eyes peered over to the chest again. Scrrreeeeech. He slowly opened the chest. "Puppet?" He picked the puppet up, it only hung from the strings, motionless. He poked the puppet, hoping it would move and talk again on it's own. "Hello, puppet? Please move again! Please, I'm sorry." No response, the man began to cry. "No! No puppet! I'm sorry! Please move! Please?" Again, no response. The man desperately made the puppet move, he made it dance, he made it sing, hoping the puppet would come alive again. But it didn't. He took the puppet into his workshop and set it on the table, he then grabbed a pair of scissors from a nearby drawer. With a tear in his eye, he held the puppet up and sheepishly opened the scissors, ready to cut the strings. SNIP SNIP SNIP The puppet fell motionless on the table. The man stared at it for a moment then reached out and poked it a few more times. "Come on puppet, get up. Be free!" Still no response. "Isn't this what you wanted?! Was it not you who desperately asked me to set you free?! 'Cut the strings!' you pleaded, and now I do so and you just lay there! What is the matter with you, puppet! Why won't you move? I free you, and now you trap me in this sorrow!" The man shoved the puppet off the table, laid his head down in his arms and wept. "Why do you hurt me so puppet? Why do you torment my soul?" Days passed and eventually the man forgot about the puppet, until one day he was reminded of it, and the same sadness returned to him again. He went back to the table where the puppet had once laid, and it wasn't there. He searched underneath the table, he looked under his chair, he even proceeded to search throughout the whole house, the puppet was gone! "Puppet! Where are you?! I want you back! I miss your company..." More days went by, and the man fell into a great depression. He didn't feel like doing anything anymore, all the things he loved to do, he stopped. He just laid there, strung out on his bed, like a motionless puppet without strings. Finally, one day, the puppet returned. Look at you, pathetic man! Strung out on the bed, just as I was once. You are hopeless without me! "Puppet? Is that really you?" The mans eyes bulged, his ears perked up, he began to get out of bed. Pathetic man, it was you who once controlled me, but now we see who the real puppet master is, it's me who controls you! I control you're feelings, you're every thought! When I am gone you are sad and when I'm here you are happy! Your feelings revolve around me! Without me you're hopeless in abandonment, just as I am whenever you throw me about. The man just stared in astonishment for a moment. "I'm sorry puppet... I didn't realize what I was doing to you, controlling you for so long. Now I see, now I know what it's like... to be hung from the strings of another. I release you, be free! Leave me in my drunken stupor, You need not waste your time with me, I'm just an old lonely man!" Thank you dear soul. I give you much gratitude for what you've done. But this is not just for me, but for you, now you can live your life without me, go out and be social with your own kind! Just be yourself, and you will find true happiness! So the puppet left, and never came back, and the man eventually found true happiness. To love, we must loose. To love... we must sometimes... Give up the person who is so closest to us... Cut the strings! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Still working on the comic, it has nothing to do with this story btw. This story still needs some work. I got the idea while thinking of the puppets from last Christmas in Runescape. It was orignially supposed to be a funny little sniplet about Bostonjoe going a little crazy, talking to a puppet, but it's become much more. I think I'll edit it a bit later and try to get the message behind it much more clear. The relationship between the puppet master and the puppet could mean several diffrent things. :-k It could be a relationship between a parent or child where the parent does not want to let go of the child and let them go out on their own and flourish. It could also represent a relationship between a man and woman where either one is too controlling. Or it could be any other unhealthy relationship or soul tie between two people where there is a need to seperate to make one or the other happy. Or the puppet could be any object that people focus all their attention on and become addicted to. Drugs, alchohol, *cough* Runescape *cough. The puppet master may think he has control over these things, but in the end it's the puppet who has control over him. Tho I enjoy comedy, I also enjoy being serious and dramatic too... I think I need to get a Comedy/Tragety sig!

Haha, yeah, I'll finish that story later. Writers block is a serious issue. Somtimes ice cream helps! :D Just to let everyone know, I'm working on my first ever comic. Now, it's not going to be drawn by hand, because if it were it would suck. Instead I'm taking in game pictures and editing them with a special program. Hopefully it will end up looking great. We'll see.

Dessert Goat??? Player2: Hey dude! Player1: Gah! What what? I was right in the middle of solving this sliding puzzle... Player2: We're going on another adventure! Player1: Another adventure? What are we after this time, the Holy Grail? Ikov's staff? Player2: No we're after a *living* thing! Player1: Ugh, I hate training hutning, can't you do it by yourself. Player2: No dude, you'll like this one trust me. Player1: Ok fine, what is it? Player2: The illusive, Dessert Goat! Player1: ...Don't you mean Desert Goat, can you even trap those things? :shock: Player2: No no, not Desert Goat, I know what I am talking about, I really ment Dessert Goat! :oops: Player1: So what is it, some kind of goat filled with ice cream?. . . Player2: Uh, erm, yes! :anxious: More then just ice cream my friend! Filled with every kind of dessert you can think of! Player1: =P~ Even strawberry shortcake?! Player2: Indeed, tons of it! :mrgreen: Player1: Hell, lets get going! Where does it hide? Player2: The illusive Dessert Goat hides somewhere deep in the Desert! Some people think it's just a myth, but some people have claimed to see it themselves, and we are going to find it and make a fortune!! Player1: Yeah, and eat lots of strawberry shortcake!!! :thumbsup: And so the two journied into the desert to search for the illusive Dessert Goat! Will they find him? Only time will tell! Tune in again, same goat time, same goat place, and find out for yourself!!

Before I read this thread I didn't even know what pixel art was, I hadn't even heard of it. How do you do it? What program do you use? I'm just curious, I like to learn things. Please, enlighten me. :shock:

Oh don't worry, I'll try and post stories as often as I can. And as often as they come... in my head... I have a few ideas and a few things I want to write about but I'm not sure how to throw it all togeather and make it funny. I drift in and out of the artistic mood... Writing a good story is like having a romantic dinner. The mood is right. The atmosphere, perfect. You can feel it's the right time. And then everything seems to fall into place. You just go with the flow of it, and whatever happens, happens. Finally you decide to lean in for the kiss. . . And if everything is just perfect and the chemistry mixes well, the end result will be extraordinary! With writing you have 5 elements that make a good story. The idea, the inspiration, the desire, the mood, and the raw talent. It is when these five elements mix together oh so perfectly that you have the perfect story. And of course it takes some time and careful editing before it can be mended perfectly. So anyways, when I started this post I didn't think I'd get into all this, but the chemistry was just right you see, and I decided to lean in for the kiss, and as you can see the end result was extraordinary!

Anger Management Much? (Merchantile part 2!) Update: After failing to sell the D Legs the first time, I went into a wild depression that lasted about... 2 minutes. Later I went back on the forums and posted a new thread. It was another Dragon Legs auction. This time I used fancy words and made it sound really... buyable... You know, merchant tricks, that's it! I got few repies but one guy who wanted to buy them was a real jerk! The first offer I got was 2mil, then this [wagon] hole comes by and offers just 1k more. Then he has the nerve to pm me and says this: From [wagon]: So when does the auction end? To [wagon]: Whenever I feel like ending it From [wagon]: Did you see my post To [wagon]: Let me check To [wagon]: Ok, to be honest I'm looking for around 2.2mil, I probably wont end the auction until I see someone offer that much. From [wagon]: I'm going to report you for not selling for as much as you say on the forums To [wagon]: It's an auction From [wagon]: Well no ones going to pay anymore for it To [wagon]: We'll just wait and see, I am in no way obligated to sell to you btw From [wagon]: Whatever I was so pissed off at him that I had a friend bid higher, I was hoping that he'd give up and go away and someone else would bid 2.2mil. But no, he came back. Gravedigg bid 2.03mil and then the little cheepskate came back and bid 2.031mil, exactly 1k more! I posted this: Would anyone like to start bidding in increments of 100k, rather then increments of freaking 1k?! :shock: So Gravedigg, being the great friend that he is bid 2.1mil again in hopes that SOMEONE... ANYONE, would bid 2.2mil. [wagon] resorted to posting this little message: Gravedigg, I'll sell to you for 2.09mil Ok, now he's really pissing me off! No merchant is going to out merhcant a merchant like me!! I'll show that little... :-# No one wanted to bid any higher however and time was running out, Grave didn't even want to pay that much lol. Then I got in a long talk with an old friend that happend to log in. We private messaged for a while. I was standing on the dock at port sarim for a long time pming when someone walked up and offered me 2.4mil the D legs I was wearing! Sweet Jebus! I'll accept that offer! We ran that little piggy to the bank, and he forked over the cash, I was very happy. 2 hours later I get another pm from [wagon]. From [wagon]: So did you sell the D legs yet? To [wagon]: Yes, I sold them for 2.4mil : From [wagon]: lol To [wagon]: Yeah, you can take that lol and shuv it up yer bum! You ****ing ******ed **** exuse for a ****! I don't really like to cuss alot, in fact I try to avoid it, espeshially in RS, but this ****er had it coming!

Thanks for all the nice comments. I was really surprised when I was trying to merchant that day. Prices on alot of things had gone down. I found out the price of D legs has gone way down to like 2mil on adverage. Lots of other things went down too, and I ended up paying a little more for certain things then I needed too. EVERYONE KEEP IN MIND! Pricess are going down on alot of things latly for some reason. It's weird how prices fluctuate, I sold a granite shield for 150k one day, tried to do it again the next day and I could barely get 80k for it on the forums. Anyways, I better come up with another story soon before my blog becomes a discussion page on merchanting. P.S. Lunar_Drifer, welcome to the family of very small Bostonjoe fans. . . Wait that came out wrong, welcome to the very small family of Bostonjoe fans! Yep, that's better.

Yep it was a true story. Even the part about me running around seers bank screaming. All the names of everyone else who spoke to me were chaged. Not for privacy purposes but simply because I can't remember their names. I have some other stories I want to write about that actually happend to me, but I'm still thinking about how to make them as funny as possible. The monkey in my head is working on the ech-n-scetch right now to create the perfect format for my next new and interesting story. Monkey: Eek eek eeeeek!! Oh ya, and those D legs are still for sale.

Merchanting Misshalfs. . . One day I posted a thread on the Runescape forums saying I was selling D legs. I told everyone to private message me their offers. From World2guy: I saw your message on the forums, I'll buy for 2.2mil World2guy logged in To World2guy: Ok, can I meet you in this world, seers bank? From World2guy: Yeah, I'll be there in a couple minutes To World2guy: Ok 30 minutes later and no sign of World2guy. Someone else walks up to me and offers to sell me Dharoks legs. Superseller482: Wanna buy Dharok legs? Bostonjoe:... Superseller482: Real cheep :) Bostonjoe: No! I don't want to buy Dharok legs! I want to sell Dragon legs! Someone told me they'd buy them for 2.2mil but it's been 30 minutes and he's still not here! So no, I do not want to buy your Dharok legs! Do I look like I want to buy Dharok legs? I'm wearing Dragon legs ffs!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Bostonjoe runs around seers bank several times screaming Bostonjoe: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Bostonjoe: Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! :twisted: From Kjack76: Do you still have the D legs? Kjack76 logged in To Kjack76: Yes I do! You actually want to buy them?! :shock: From Kjack76: Yeah, and I'll pay 2.25mil To Kjack76: I love you! :D From Kjack76: . . . So where do I meet you? To Kjack76: I mean that... in a thank you... kind of way... :anxious: From Kjack76: Your world seers sound good? :-s To Kjack76: That's great :mrgreen: Kjack76 logged out To World2guy: Screw you pal! Kjack's gonna buy em for 2.25mil, and he's not going to keep me waiting a half an hour! :x From World2guy: K Kjack76 logged in From Kjack76: Sorry, but I can't buy them now. :? Kjack76 logged out To World2guy: Have I ever told you... To World2guy: That I love you... World2guy logged out Bostonjoe: **** it! :XD:

For those that care... I'm coming back to the writing scene on TipIt again. I wont be posting stories quite as often but you might see a few new ones in due time! So for those of you who havn't completly forgoten about me, keep checkin in! :thumbsup:

Thank you whocares for your comment. I have thought about writing books and I will someday. This little blog is just a tiny training ground for me! Now I'd like to tell my handfull of fans that I wont be playing Runescape for a while and that's why I've given all of you this big dramatic thing. I will return in the future and deliever my funny little tid bits maybe I'll even drop by every once in a while, but for now I think I'm laying down the sword. I have other projects I need to work on, such as starting my writing career. I'm currently working on writing an article for my friends website and I just might make a website of my own containing a new blog. Can't say too much about it on these forums however because I'm supposed to focus on my Runescape life. If any of you are interested in hearing more about what I'll be working on send me an e-mail at [email protected]. I'll be happy to answer all your questions and inform you if I ever get my own website up! ^_^ Who knows, maybe I'll come back to Runescape sooner then I think for more creative ideas . . .

A boys struggle becoming a man The above post is about an actual quest in Runescape. After doing the quest I realized that it actually has some symbolic meaning. It is supposed to represent a boys journey in becoming a man and the struggles he must face. Rage Fear Confusion Hopelessness Every boy must face these feelings growing up and too many boys these days grow up without a father figure to help and show them how to deal with these issues. Too many boys grow up thinking their fathers hate them, all a son needs to hear from his father are those four words "I love you son". There's something about a fathers love that can brighten up the life of a young boy. If the boy has a good upbringing and is shown the difference between right and wrong from his father, he will grow up knowing what it is to be a true man. So what is it? When does a boy become a man? When he become 18? When he hits puberty? When he grows his first chest hair? When he takes a woman to bed? None of these are the answer. A true man is one that exhibits these four qualities. -Reject passivity -Accepts responsibility -Leads courageously -Expects Gods full reward, the greater reward Every boy needs a father that can teach him these things. Every boy needs a father to come along side him and tell him, "you did good son". For those of you that never had a father like this I just want to tell you, DON'T YOU EVER GIVE UP HOPE! Keep pressing on and become the man you are supposed to be. Don't hide inside yourself, don't let out your rage on the people that love you, don't get lost in your own confusion. Just be all that you can be, just be yourself, never loose your true identity.

A Souls Bane A Young Boys Struggle In Becoming A Man It was the most interesting, touching quest quest in which I have ever embarked Quickly I prepared for the adventure that lay ahead. I had just accepted a request from a little old lady to rescue her son. Looking down in the large ditch I realized it would be no small feat so I rushed to gather supplies. I grabbed my armor, a good weapon, a little food, and some rope and headed back to the pit where the boy was lost. Little did I know I would be following the footsteps of a lost little boys journey in becoming a man. I reached the deep canyon, set up some rope, and climbed down. I then found myself in a room, a room of rage. I heard a voice. "Why should I be trapped in such a wretched place?! What's happening inside me? All I feel is so much RAGE!!!" Before me I saw four beasts; a bear, a unicorn, a goblin, and a rat. I was suddenly filled with rage and had slain each of them with a different weapon which was mounted on the wall. I then saw a vision of a boy trapped inside himself. He lashed out at the people that loved him the most with rage! "Why is this happening to me?" I thought, but I pressed on to the next room. Upon entering this room I heard the voice again, "I'm trapped and it's so dark. I feel trapped inside and FEAR I may never escape this place! Someone help me! Help me!" "Is that you Tolna?!" I shouted, "You're mothers looking for you! Where are you?! Don't... scare me like this... SAY SOMTHING!" No answer... I looked around the room I was in, it was very dark and mysterious. I noticed a hole in the wall. Something drew me towards the hole. I looked inside of it and all I could see is pitch black. SCREEEEEEEACH! A banshee shot out of the hole and jumped out at me! It nearly scared me death! I bit my fear and sliced through it with my weapon! More and more banshees shot out and me and I continued to fight them until I was no longer scared. I then had another vision. This was a vision of that same little boy again, he was hiding within himself, afraid. Afraid of the future afraid of what other people thought of him, afraid of everything... The vision ended and I continued into the next room. As soon as I set foot into the room I heard the voice again, "What is the meaning of this? Why am I here? When will it all end? Am I still the person I once was? Why must there be so much CONFUSION???" "Don't worry!" I shouted, "I'm coming to save you! I'll be there soon! ..wont I?" Then I saw these strange creatures that seemed to have both hands and feet for hands and feet. Sound confusing? Well that's because it was! I tried attacking them but they would just disappear. I was never sure if they were real or not! But once in a while I would actually be able to hit them and they would die! Sometimes I would try to hit them for a while and find out I'm actually attacking nothing, or a nearby wall or something else. I finally defeated all the beasts of confusion and deception though and it seemed as soon as I had all the confusion I had was gone. I then found the next door and pressed on, but not before having yet another vision. In this vision I saw the little boy, he was lost in confusion, mumbling to himself, wandering around with no particular direction. He was lost... As soon as I entered the next room I felt very apathetic. I heard the voice again, "What's the point? Why do I try? I have so much HOPELESSNESS... No-one will ever help me. No one understands who I am. No one loves me. No one..." Then I saw some strange creatures crawling on the floor. They had two legs and two arms like people do but they didn't move like people did. Their joints contorted and twisted in ugly strange ways. Snarling and moaning, they began to move towards me. They started throwing strange blue balls at me that came from their hands! The balls would hit me right and left, they didn't hurt, but... I was suddenly filled with a feeling of hopelessness... I didn't feel like pressing on... "These rooms never end..." I told myself Then one of the creatures grabbed me by the ankle and began to sink into the floor! He was trying to pull me with him! I Couldn't let him! I couldn't let him pull me with him and become apart of this strange place I was in! I sliced him with my sword and cut him good! After slaying him I was filled with a little confidence. I sliced through all the monsters and destroyed them one by one! After each one I would kill I became more and more determined to finish and after all of them were dead I saw a huge bridge of light appeared! The bridge went over a large gap and lead to the next door. Before setting foot on the bridge I had yet another strange vision. This time I saw the boy laying on the ground in his own self pity. He had lost all hope and looked to be in a drunken state, rambling on about his troubles. Final Fight I entered the next room to see a huge ugly monster with four heads! I sensed this is what Tolna had become, this is what this strange place has changed him into! A beast! Each of the heads looked different. One was angry and vicious and cringed at my sight in disgust. One of them looked to be very scared of me, it veered its head back and jerked around, whenever I would move it would jump a little. Another one looked blank, it just gave me an odd stare, if I tried to say anything to it, it would just stare at me emotionless. The last head was very sad, I could see the tears streaming down its face, it didn't want to be here, it didn't want to be the way it was, it just wanted everything to stop! I said to the heads, "Tolna! Listen to me! You have to listen to me! You're not really this way! Don't you understand? You've let yourself become a monster! Tolna! Turn away! Deny that monster inside you! Just reach inside of yourself and you'll find your true identity!" Each of the heads refused my words in their own way and then began to attack! They spit darts of fire at me that poisoned on the touch! They tried to hurt me but they couldn't, I was protected in a full set of armor given to me by my King. I was forced to slay the four heads and free the boy from inside himself so that he could find his true identity. Manhood And there he laid after his defeat, broken. Only now he laid there as a man and not a boy. But still broken none the less. Then his father came... "Tolna..." His father said. Tolna had no response. "Tolna, it's your dad..." Said his father again. "So now you come?" Inquired Tolna "...Yes Tolna, I know it's been a long time... I know there have been crucial times in your life that I wasn't there for you... and it's true I wasn't... I wasn't a good dad all the time... but you have to understand son, I was scared... Being a father was a new thing for me... I didn't know how to do it... But son, I'm here now and I want you to know... I love you." Tolna stood up and looked his father in the eye. "Tolna, please forgive me, forgive me for not being there enough in your life. I never showed you how to become a man. I'm here now... I love you son." "Dad... All I ever wanted to hear from you is those words..." Tolna gave his dad a big long hug and said, "I forgive you dad." Tears were streaming down both of their faces. The boy had been though so much and now he had finally grown up. He finally took responsibility for his own life and he finally forgave his father. A tear even made its way down my face, and I quickly stroked it away. "Good to see you two could sort everything out..." I said, "wish I could have that with my dad..." I turned away and climbed back up to the surface. "Another quest finished... It was the most interesting, touching quest in which I have ever embarked" END

shameless self promotion For those of you that don't know, BoF is a clan that stands for Blades of Fury. It was created by one of the clan members in The Z Syndicate, which was the clan that I started and lead for 2 years until I finally quit and faked my death. So anyways, Talim. Thanks for the post, I don't plan on posting on BoF anymore, the clan is dead, never was alive, and cannot be resurected. It's like a baby aborted in its whom. :boohoo: On a lighter note, I'm working on a killer story based on a quest in Runescape that everyone will love. This one will be a bit more serious but may still contain some of my quick clever humor in some of my more famous peices. So I encourage all five of my fans, keep reading for what is coming next is a real doosy! Lol! :lol:

Tarn's Closet?! While venturing through Tarn's lair Bostonjoe stumbled upon an odd door :-k "What's this? Some kind of secret passage? hmm maybe there's treasure..." Boston pushed the door, and it slowly creeked open to reveal two skeletons doing the Thriller Dance! Skeleton1: Oooh yeah, boogie! Skeleton2: We are sooo better then the boogie man! Bostonjoe: :shock: The skeletons then noticed Boston and were startled! They stared at each other for a while Bostonjoe: . . . I'll just . . . leave you two alone . . . :? Joe then slowly closed the door :| "God, that was weird. . . Seems Tarn has some skeletons in his closet." Skeleton1: You think we should have shouted 'Brains' or somthing? Skeleton2: Naw, that's what the the stupid zombies do, and it never works. END

Tarn Razor And The Undead Legions I remember that day like it was yesterday. Every once in a while an adventure gets hungry for more adventures, little did I know I would be getting into deeper trouble then I expected. I was in the mood to kill some new and interesting monsters so I went to the slayer master in Edgeville dungeon and asked for a job. He told of an evil necromancer named Tarn Razor who had been hiding out in an old abandoned mine for years, the mine was said to be haunted and filled with undead minions that do Tarn's bidding. Tarn had apparently been plotting to take over the world, but he needed to build up his power of magic first. The slayer master wanted me to kill 46 Terror Dogs, Tarn's loyal pets; and though it wasn't apart of the job, he said if I could kill successfully kill Tarn the pay would be double. I accepted his offer and set off to Varrock library to do some research. I had been to the Haunted Mines on a previous occasion but had not explored Tarn's Lair. I couldn't find much on the site itself, only stories of folk who wandered in and never came out. Apparently the area had never been mapped either so this was going to be a tough feat. The librarian warned me not to go, he said there were many traps down there and I might not come out alive. However the threat of death was not enough to keep me from going down there. Being an adventurer I risk my life every day with daily adventures. I decided to take an Initiate plate and legs with me so that my prayer would last longer. I also took my helmet of Neititznot, rune defender, whip, combat bracelet, ring of life, Lumbridge tablet, lots of food, and some prayer potions. I had also heard that there was a brave banker within the mine that you can retrieve your banked items from for a fee of 100 coins, so I took some money along as well. I then set off on my journey dangerous eastern swamps, the land of the broken and the damned. When I arrived at Canifis I realized I would need a full druid pouch to continue through the swamp. I did NOT want my food to rot in the Mort Myre Swamp. Although I could bank at the town of Burgh de Rott near the mines, I didn't want the hassle of wrestling with vampires on the way. So I got my silver sickle and druid pouch, entered the gate, and blessed a nearby rotted log over and over again to receive many fungi which I could fill my druid pouch with. After I had a pretty well filled pouch I continued my trek through the dangerous swamp. I ran through as fast as I could dodging ghasts and other things that got in my way. Finally I made it through to a safe enclosure and continued walking south until I reached the mines. I entered the temple where I soon found the brave ol' banker and I gave him some coins and he let me get more cooked sharks from my bank account. The journey through the temple was a tough one, there were many tricks and traps I had to dodge along the way, but I got through it. I just wanted to get through it quickly so I prayed for protection against melee attacks and Guthix was very generous. Finally I found my way into Tarns private courtiers! There he was, we were face to face! I was actually quite surprised, he looked like a normal old man. What are you doing here?! I thought no one would be able to find me in these old abandoned mines! How could you even get past all the traps and my undead minions! Ha, Im a master of agility and thieving! The traps were nothing and Ive handled worse monsters in the past, no zombie is going to stop me! Gah! Good for nothing mindless corpses! Ill just have to finish you off myself! He began to utter some strange words, let out a huge wale, and began to transform. GGGGRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! He fell to his knees, his flesh began to rot and mutate before my eyes. His muscles expanded in huge proportions, tentacles grew from his back and ripped off his shirt. He had become a gigantic undead monster! He then animated some Terror Dog statues into life and they charged after me like wolfs on the hunt! Now you see my true form! He said as he laughed in my face. Crap, I thought this would be easy. . ., I said under my breath. Quickly ran behind Tarn, trying to get him between me and the dogs. With the dogs out of my way, I could focus more on Tarn. Not for long however, for there were two sets of some old rusted steel armor lying on the ground. He animated them, they came to life and tried to attack me, but they could barely scratch my armor. I ignored the suits of armor and continued to focus all my attention on Tarn. The terror dogs snarled and growled as I tore their master to pieces. Finally I had done it, I cut him a real good one in the heart and he fell to the floor. The terror dogs began to whimper and sniffed his body, he appeared to be dead. It was eerily quiet. . . Too quiet. I felt my faith drain away just by the eerie feeling in the room. I sensed my prayers crash to the ground. I felt the presence of Guthix leave and I knew I was on my own. Suddenly, He sprung up out of his body as a spirit and attacked me once again! The terror dogs dashed at me as well, they bit and scratched at my body, trying to tear me into pieces. I finally understood why they called them terror dogs. I still pressed on knowing I could defeat this evil spirit and sliced through it again and again with my whip until I could see nothing left! The spirit seemed to have melted to the floor, Tarn was defeated and I finished off all the Terror dogs in the room as well. I felt I had learned a bit about the art of monster slaying by defeating him. I then entered the next room to see what could be inside. It looked like Tarn's very own bedroom. It was filled with books of all sorts. But one book really caught my eye, it was Tarn's Journal. When I grabbed it I could hear some growling from outside the room. It sounded a lot like terror dogs, which sort of un-nerved me, but it didnt stop me from opening that journal. I took some time to read his journal front to back and found out the secret to creating an even more powerful Salve Amulet. I quoted the spell he wrote down in his journal while rubbing my Salve Amulet and it began to glow, I could feel its power had increased. I knew it would have even greater effect when fighting the undead now. I then exited his room and noticed that the gates holding four small Terror Dogs behind bars had been opened and the dogs were released and ready to tear me to shreds! That explains the growling. I thought. I got in a corner and killed each of them one by one and continued to kill more Terror Dogs until my slayer assignment was finished, there sure were a lot of those little bastards, but I killed all 46 of em! Having finished what I had come to do, I smashed my Lumbridge tablet and teleported. A job well done. . . . THE END . . .