Harakiri

Lifeless noob... Just kidding, good job. I wish it were faster on F2P to get that many hitpoints...

Kool man...good job!

I've always wandered how long it took them to make the "coding" for items and operations, especially when people *cough*like you*cough*, make it sound so easy.:roll: Hello...your F2P your lucky you got anything. PLUS: It does something on members because these people pay to play and expect more than the F2P get. I am F2P and am awed at how ungrateful some of you people are... Hello...I am grateful I got something. I'm not saying I don't like the broom I'm saying that people make it sound so easy to make the codings for these objects/operations it makes me sick.. -.- Not you...sorry...I meant the whole rant for Rune Arrow...sorry for the misunderstanding... :D

It was all right...Just too much going on and if you do one thing wrong all hell breaks loose...Too much excitement...

My friends always joke that they want their kids names to be Satan and Jesus, and then Mary if its a girl...That would be so wrong but so funny...really a burden on the kid... I know this girl at school named Skye Walker. That burden will be on her shoulders until she gets married...LOL...geeky parents though...

I enjoy trash talking though. It gets really funny esp. when you're playing with homophobes and racists It is funny and gives us some great things to laugh at, its just annoying after while...

Chapter 1: Meet up Nathan slept through the whole flight to Afghanistan, dreaming of nothing but getting away from his job, and going on vacation. His job had taken him everywhere, but no place where he wanted to vacation. All the drug dealers in the Bahamas were dealt with by someone else, which meant he was stuck with terrorist situations. Fun. Afghanistan was going to be terrible. It was going to be hot, humid, and dangerous. Sleep might also be hard to come by. After ten hours of flight, Nathan started dreaming of car bombs and people dying. A premonition? He did not know, and ultimately did not care. He was not going to wake up, even if the dream was turned into a nightmare. Soon, the plane touched down. Nathan got up and stretched, yawning pleasantly. He got up, hefted his bags over his shoulder, and got out of the cramped plane. While sleeping, Nathan had never even thought about the fact that this plane was full of cargo, and the one seat in the cargo cabin was cramped. Now, out on the tarmac, the heat beating on his back, Nathan heard the cracks in every joint of his body. A guy in a haiwaiian shirt and khaki shorts was waving at Nathan. Nathan walked over to him and then noticed the bulge beneath his shirt, and the bullet proof vest. "Pretty nasty out here?" Nathan asked. "Horrible." Zach pulled his pistol from its holster beneath his shirt. "I need this everywhere. Can't even get a loaf of bread without having to pull this out. Run into quite a few bombs lately. One knocked me unconcious and that was just lovely I'll tell you. The hospitals around here, to die for..." "Yes I'm sure..." Nathan pulled a pistol from underneath his shirt. "Good, you came prepared." Zach laughed. "Of course." Nathan exposed his chest to Zach, and showed the bulletproof armor he had been told to wear. "Well, we got something to do...First of all, we got to buy you some more inconspicious clothes." Nathan than noticed he was wearing jeans, and a Iron Maiden shirt. "Thought I fit the American stereotype..." "But not the stereotype for an American reporter, which is your alias here. Jack Baker, worked with the New York Times for a year, your first time out here in the Fertile Crescent. To strengthen your alias further, your getting interviewed by Good Morning America tomorrow." "Oh lord..." "I know. Well, come on, we better get you some new clothes, show you the "house" and get you out there "reseraching"." He put emphasis on researching. Zach led Nathan to a jeep, an American driver up front. There was also a guy in the passenger seat, both were clad in military uniform, and one had a machine gun. "Welcome to the closest thing to a jungle they have around here!" Zach said, hopping into the car. "The cities!" They drove off, nothing much happening till they got to the "house".

I've always wandered how long it took them to make the "coding" for items and operations, especially when people *cough*like you*cough*, make it sound so easy.:roll: Hello...your F2P your lucky you got anything. PLUS: It does something on members because these people pay to play and expect more than the F2P get. I am F2P and am awed at how ungrateful some of you people are...

Crappy Dialogue (and the sound effects) censored brutal attacks (like in Punisher and Manhunt 2... sucks) repetitive environments easy final boss

I agree...some people do not need a mic...

Don't worry dude. Should you go watch it, I'll have 20 paramedics and 10 of the best councilours around outside the theatre waiting just incase. If you're not out in 3 hours, we'll go in. Thanks man...I'll need it...and maybe a councilor and that guy in the alley selling weed... s that real? Because if so...I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo want to see it...but good things are usually crap... That looks too photoshopped for me though...

Prologue: Nathan Archer was bored beyond words. He had been sitting at CIA HQ, trying to stay awake. The whole night had been too long. There were a couple magazines lying around, but the only interesting thing he found was a Time article on spies. It was funny how the media made it sound like the best job, like spies were wrapped in luxury and ladies. "First rule of the CIA, Ian Fleming knew jack about spies." Nathan's superior had told him quite a few years back. After around twenty cups of coffee and a McDonalds meal, Nathan soon found himself being summoned to an emergency meeting. Half asleep and walking like a zombie, Nathan was led into a large room with a long granite table in the center. A large plasma screen T.V was on one wall, the other had various news clippings. Some members of the CIA were sitting around, and Nathan noticed his boss was not there. In his place was Gordon, the tech specialist who barely spoke. Nathan was heralded to a seat. The seat was midly comfortable...comfortable enough to take a nap in... Nathan snapped up. He smelled coffee. He ran over to a small table in a corner with a coffee pot and some styrofoam cups. Nathan filled one of the cups up, and gulped it down. Some people looked at him like he was some kind of rude person... Nathan noticed, so he filled his cup up again, and walked over to his seat. "Sorry." Nathan said, taking a sip of his new cup of coffee. "Been a long night." Gordon stood and opened a manila folder. He threw a bunch of pictures out that slid across the table top. Nathan looked at a couple of them, and took another drink. His eyes were giving out on him... "Holy Mother of God!" Someone yelled. "HOW?" Asked another. Nathan rubbed his eyes. He then looked at the pictures. "No way..." He said slowly. The Oval Office was now painted red. A body lay slumped over the presidents desk. The head was missing. Thin [racist term]s were lying about mixed with the blood. "Oh my god..." The president had been shot. "Whats worse, the presidents death was being discussed in the White House situation room when a bunch of terrorists attacked. A bomb was set up, and thanks to the efforts of one man, the bomb was disarmed, and the members of this new elite group of the Taliban were brought in." Gordons voice was grainy, and deep. Kind of odd since he was pretty lanky and he looked like someone who had been shoved into quite a few lockers in high school. "The Taliban?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, they work out of Pakistan, and are apparently quite the rebels. They have gotten into quite a few scrapes, and some of them oppose the Americans. Which is where these guys come in. Nathan, we are sending you out to Afghanistan this afternoon. You'll be able to get some sleep then. After this meeting, we are sending you to the hospital to meet this man. Then, you'll meet up with Lambert." "Why am I going?" "We need you to learn more about these Taliban Special Ops, and we need you to help someone out..." "Who?" "A certain Special Ops agent we had sent out there to watch those guys..." "ZACH?" "Yup. Your brother is getting hunted by an assassin. Not a Taliban, more like a man from Spain. He's using plastic surgery...but even if he is not Spanish, he looks like it with his surgery." "Got a list of known Spanish assassins?" "One. We suspect it is him. His name is Black Sun." "Wait, isnt that the name of..." "Yes, a gang operating out of Afghanistan." "Doesn't this just keep getting more and more interesting..." "Get out to Dulles at 2 O' Clock...but until then, get over to this hospital." Gordon threw an address at Nathan. Nathan took it and walked out. "Don't worry Nathan...only another six hours until you sleep again..." Inside the hospital, Nathan watched as the new hero of the CIA woke up. He was pretty messed up, having gotten shot in the shoulder, and sliced up. "I'm Nathan Archer." "The craziest agent of the CIA." "If I were not crazy, I would never have gotten us out of some of these situations." "Whats up?" "I am leaving to Afghanistan later. Got to meet a Special Ops man, and to learn more about this new Agency." "Good luck." "Thanks. Don't let the fame get to you. Your spotlight will be pointing at me pretty soon." "Heh. Don't die out there." "Me, dead? Without me, all of you will have to worry about is the whole security of America." "Your to obsessed with yourself." "No, I am just the best at what I do." So Nathan left, grabbing a cup of coffee as he left...

Think of it as a F2P Halloween event item...

Chapter 1.1 "Of course I know that..." Jack followed Sven out of the small house on the east side of Varrock, eyeing his surroundings as if looking for someone specific. Jack got to the main road in Varrock, and turned to Sven, raising his index finger accusingly. "You screw with me, and let me tell you, your [wagon] will be handed to the boss on a silver platter." Sven laughed. "Right. I screw with you, the only [wagon] on a silver platter will be your bruised up one..." Jack wanted to pull his sword out and kill Sven right there, but decided against it. The mission is more important than murdering the idiot you have to work with, his boss had told him one fine summer day, years ago, back when he was in training. Now, he was full grown and the best assassin on the team. Right now, he did not feel like the best, having to only assassinate a petty merchant who did not pay his dues. And, he had to work with the idiot behind him wearing some kind of black robes and a fedora. Sven was not to happy to have to work with Jack. Sven was the collector for the Pheonix gang, and they were scared for Sven ever since he had borken his hand in a hand to hand fight a couple weeks back, so they hired some help. As much help as he was, he was about equally as annoying. Jack started walking through the crowd, watching out for anyone suspicious. Some people liked to find him and kill him for killing family, or because they were rival assassins. It was a tough job, but Jack could do it. Sven followed Jack, watching the man. Sven did not trust him, and knew the man would turn around at any moment, and strike. Luckily, it was quite a while before they reached the target, an old merchant standing beside a guard tower at the northern entrance to the city. Sven was ready to kill Jack after Jack had started to mock the Pheonix gang, but knew he could not in broad daylight, as well as in public. The old man behind the poorly made wooden desk stood when he saw Sven, and pulled two knives from his robes. "I don't have your money! I owe you nothing!" The old man screamed it...but all that came out was a sandy voice. Jack kicked the table to the side, all kinds of merchandise flying into the crowd. "Give me the money gramps..." Jack said. "Hey, this is my job!" Sven said. "No, your the one with the broken arm..." Jack said, pushing Sven into the crowd. People began to shout and gather round to gawk at the imminent fight. "My arm is fine, get out of here. I am the collector, thus I collect the money." "I am being paid to get the money, you are to make sure I do not run off with it due to your boo-boo..." Jack started laughing at his joke. "Dammit.." Sven yelled, running at Jack... GANGLAND

Runescape to me is a game... Also, something to do when I am bored and feel too cheap to go to blockbuster and rent a game...

Once again...Omali gets the win...made me laugh... But seriously...why would you even consider hunting on a pvp world?

My new short series about a guy trapped in Draynor manor...

WOW>...

1. this was a subsidiary site to place these on...I host the main blog on Nostalgia critics website... 2. I mentioned that it was a remake of the Series in general... 3. I said he had more emotions unlike previous Bonds... 4. I am reviewing "Newer" films. I said I thought Casino Royale was the best Bond movie...I liked it better than previous Bond movies... Analyse that.....before you ramble on about my review...

I believe this goes in Questionaires...but anywho...I would probably make a whole skill based on exploring...you know...finding secret spots...exploring dungeons...that would be a fun skill IMO...

my boring vid of me doing halloween stuff:

where'd you find that??? My video of me trick or treating, and doing the quest...really, its mostly made up of the trick or treating...

ALL HAIL LORD ZONORHC! THE ULTIMATE WRITER OF THIS FORUM! LISTEN TO HIS WORDS AND INDULGE IN THEM...BASK IN THEIR GLORY!

Well, I played all of them and I am illeterate on Metal Gear..CUZ THE STORY MAKES NO SENSE!~

was the actual quest lengthy?