Harakiri

Thanx, I will update it regularly starting tomorrow.

LOL...great picture. Love the I am American (and so can you) thing you got going. And did you really have to look so lost in thought? It was a fairly easy book to read. (Or are you lost in thought on that Match the Dog Nuts game?)

xewler, you like this story? I mean I know you kinda don't care but do you like the story?

Thanks for the comment and the chef is not making fun of all chefs on RS, he is just there as an annoying character. And thanks for the quit and quite bit. I will work on that. When you type really fast it really does screw you up. But like I said, I am a chef too, I just got the idea for a crazy chef from Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares. It seems like every chef on that show is a nut.

O.K then. BTW: nice siggie. I love the hitchhiker books.

I am. I am working on this one and Operation.

So many mistakes... 1. Liberary=library 2.Wheter=whether 3. expierence=experience 4. Equiptment=Equipment 5. Incomming=income 6.Gettign=getting 7. Somethign= Something 8.etiquete= etiquette 9. mmo's= MMO's I corrected everything in the quote.

Dude, I still watch that cartoon sometimes. Its funny. The one with that origami guy...that was funny. "Certainly Mr. Chan Jacki Chan."

ya...the bloopers at the end of the movies always were funny Rush hour 3 FTW...the dirty movie outtake was friggin hilarious! "The one with the hairy women" "The one in the prison. In the showers." LOL :XD:

Please post comments! Your comments are what keep me writing my stories!

I have learnt that the rules have to be correctly applied. If you just report people you don't like then it is only when you attack someone who don't know what they are doing that it works. Anyway enough of me. Carry on. You sure write long replies...its entertaining to read your replies, it seems everything you write is entertaining.

Who do you like more? I like Jackie :D

chapter 1: New Soldiers The chatter in the Blue Moon Inn was deafening. All of the people in the bar were either drunk or happy that today, the Soldiers of Varrock would pick new recruits. It was an exciting event, where young men became men, and the darkest thinkers have a new outlook on life. Varrock's best night life was on the night after the Recruiting. Parties were held for the recruits and everyone went to the parties, if only to get the free ale served. Nathaniel stood behind the oak bar of the inn and watched everyone talk. The owner of the inn was in the basement right now, hauling up more beer for the thirsty customers. Nathaniel watched as a couple tried to get through the crowd. Nathaniel was eighteen, but had no girlfriend and had never had relations with a girl. He wanted one, but working at a bar never landed you in the hot seat with the women. The couple sat down on barstools in front of Nathaniel and the man in the relationship motioned for Nathaniel to come forward. Nathaniel did so and set his large hands on the bar. "I am quite sorry but you will have to wait fifteen minutes for more ale to arrive." Nathaniel tried to sound sorry, because he really did not care at this point. He wanted to be out partying with his friends, but his job held him back. Nathaniel threw the thought of leaving the bar out of his head and looked back at the couple. "Could we both have a steak platter than?" The man asked. Nathaniel nodded and opened a wooden door behind the bar that lead into the kitchen. The chef was busy at an oven when he heard Nathaniel open the door. He turned from his work, oven door still open and stared at Nathaniel, a cold, hard stare. "You should close that oven." Nathaniel said, pointing a skinny index finger at the oven. The chef looked back at the oven and slammed it shut. He cursed at Nathaniel and then looked back. "So, what do you want? Are you trying to criticize me? Is that why you are here? Because you want me to get fired?" The chef threw his arms in the air and started hopping around. This man is crazy, thought Nataniel, watching the chef dance around like there were hot coals beneath his feet. Nathaniel held his hands up. "Please stop chef. I have an order here. I am not trying to jeopardize your job, I am just trying to point something out to you." "Well then tell me the bloody order!" The chef was red in the face and still jumping. "Two steak platters." Nathaniel said as smoothly as he could. He hated the chef with his life. The chef was a nut. He was released from prison and told to do community service, and where does he end up but at the Blue Moon Inn. The chef turned back to his oven and began to work. Nathaniel sighed and left the kitchen. Inside the bar room, a fight was breaking out and one of Varrocks finest were breaking it up. Nathaniel looked down at his feet. Say it to your boss, say "I Quit!" Do it, don't you want to party with your friends? The little voice in the back of Nathaniel's head always told him to do something, and every time he did what it said something went terribly wrong, but today, Nathaniel felt that he would respect the voices wish. He was going to tell his boss goodbye. There were always other jobs. Nathaniel ignored a customer yelling to him and opened the kitchen door. "What do you want now?" Asked the chef. Nathaniel walked past him and down into the cellar. The concrete steps hard against his sandaled feet. Downstairs, many wooden barrels of ales and beers were stacked up. His boss was heaving one toward the stairs when Nathaniel stopped him. "I am quitting." Nathaniel said sternly. His boss dropped the barrel to the ground and stared at Nathaniel. "No, you can't. I cannot let you!" "I am. Goodbye." Nathaniel turned away and walked up the stairs, throwing the dish towel over his shoulder onto the cold concrete floor. Nathaniel entered the kitchen and walked to the chef. He put his hand on the chefs shoulder. The chef turned around. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT?" Nathaniel punched him in the face. The chef's nose started to bleed. "YOU BASTARD!" The chef yelled. Nathaniel walked out of the kitchen and edged his way through the throng in the bar room, and out of the front door. Nathaniel breathed the fresh air, heard the birds singing on a clothesline above. Nathaniel walked into town square where the newspaper man was waving a paper in the air. "EXTRA! EXTRA! FALADOR KNIGHTS COMING TO CONGRATULATE NEW SOLDIERS!" The newspaper man was followed by a mob of people waving gold coins in the air. Nathaniel smiled and ran to the bank. When he stopped his run outside of the bank, he saw on the clock there was still an hour before the ceremony. Nathaniel walked inside and walked to a counter. "I would like to access my bank account please." Nathaniel waited as the banker got his pin machine out. Nathaniel typed in his pin and waited as the banker confirmed it. "Yes sir, what would you like?" The banker asked smoothly. "I would like to withdraw two hundred coins." The banker got the money and handed it to Nathaniel. Nathaniel thanked him and ran to a house near the Apothecary. He opened the door and inside, his friends were singing and dancing and getting drunk. Nathaniel walked to his one friend, Johnathan, and gave him the money. "Welcome to the party. We'll use your generous contributions to buy more beer." "Quite the small talk John, lets party!" *** Varrock square was completely packed. Some people sat on the tops of buildings. Nathaniel and his friends had gotten there just in time. They had front row seats. The people had made a path from the castle walls to the fountain. Nathaniel stared intently at the doors of the palace. Suddenly, a horn could be heard from the top of the castle walls and everyone watched as the soldiers of Varrock proceeded from the castle to the fountain. The commander of the soldiers stood in front of everyone, his soldiers lined up behind him. "Welcome citizens, to the day when five lucky young men get the chance to become men. Today, five of Varrock's children, your children, get to become the best of the best. Tonight, they will meet their fellow soldier and learn to use teamwork, learn to wield a weapon, and ultimately, learn to be a true man!" Shouts and cheers from everyone. The commander raised his hands for silence. "And the first new recruit will be...Manning Liroy!" Manning held his hands in the air and ran through the crowd. People cheered him on and patted his back as he progressed to the fountain where the commander handed him his soldier's sword. "Next...Nathaniel Plozad!" Nathaniel stared blank eyed. He was a soldier. This was awesome. He edged through the crowd and took his sword. He was a soldier! *** All five of the new recruits were up and raising their swords in salute to their fellow soldiers. Suddenly, everyone was quite as they heard marching. Five White Knights walked down the pavement towards the crowd. "And here are the White Knights! Thank you for com..." The commander was cut off as an arrow flew threw the air and struck him in the neck. He slumped to the ground. The soldiers stared at the white knights. "What treachery is this?" Asked one of the soldiers. "The kind where we kill you all!" One of the knights replied. All the crowd started screaming and running as the knights progressed on the soldiers. All the soldiers raised their swords and ran at the knights. Nathaniel stared at his hand and then at the knights. He would kill one of them. He wanted to know how it felt to kill. He ran at one of them. They both met swords. The knight laughed and said "A new soldier could never defeat a black knight spy!" Nathaniel kicked the knights shin and cut the knights arm. Warm blood oozed through a gash on the knights arm. The knight laughed again and kicked Nathaniel in the stomach, sending him rolling across town square. "Die child!" The knight said, as Nathaniel tried to get up. The knight swung. Nathaniel fell to the ground and the knight missed what would have been a life ending blow to the neck. Nathaniel grabbed the knights left leg and pulled. The knight fell. Nathaniel got up and got his sword from the ground. He plunged at the knights stomach and felt warm liquid splash across his face. He killed a man. And it felt...good? More knights appeared. They were all spies from the black knights. They were sent to wear white knights armor and kill the soldiers of Varrock. Nathaniel had to get to the White Knights castle.

chapter 1: mission dossier Jack Tylers walked into the hospital room of the NSA, where the body of one of Agent Blakes murderers lay on a bed. The bed was in the middle of this plain white room with thousands of medical trinkets everywhere. Jack looked at the body on the bed and was about to throw up. He held it back and looked again. The huge fat body had incisions along the arms and legs, and on a tray near the bed lay a couple of computer chips. Jack walked to the tray and picked one up. It was a tracking chip. Whoever hired this guy put a tracking chip on him. Jack put that one down and picked up another chip, this one with poison capsules all over it. Enough to kill a man. A deep voice behind Jack said, "Hard to believe he could sustain all the surgeries to get these chips inside of him. All that surgery would have made any man go nuts. Those are all from his legs. We are going to do his arms today and might do his stomach." Jack looked the guy over again and then left saying, "Sorry boss, I gotta go to the crapper." *** Jack met with his boss, Frank Birel, inside Franks huge workroom. Murals were all over the walls and the window had a clear view of the white house. He had a couple phones. One for private conversations with the president, and one for private conversations with his agents. His desk was of a good make with papers strewn about it. Jack sat in an office chair across the desk from Frank. "This mission we are about to send you on will have to be as quiet as possible. We cannot have any other branch of the NSA on the case. We especially don't want MI6 out here. We need you to do an inside job. Your going to find this mafia in L.A, and follow them to their hideout. There, you will get to any papers they have telling us about what the hell is going on." "Sir, it may be hard to do a covert mission inside a Mafia's hideout. You know how many people are inside those things?" "How would you know." "OPERATION: MAFIA BOSS. 1999. New York City." "Oh, yeah. Well, do your best to be covert." "O.K. But how will I find them?" "You won't, they will find you." "And then I try to survive ad follow them to their base?" "Or you can always interrogate one of the ones you pick up." "When am I leaving?" "Tonight." "What weapons." "Oh the standard. Silenced colt pistol. Standard machine guns. A good ol' double edged knife. Our newest toy, the electric gun." "Whats it do?" "You shoot it and someone and it electrifies them. Keep it on them to long though, and they will burst into flames." "Brutal." "Yes very. Now go pack your bags. I will be in touch."

LOL...true enough.

:cry: What do you guys think the saddest movie ever is? I think the Titanic movie was the saddest. That was one of the only movies I have ever seen where half the theater walked out crying.

Prologue: Blake knew he was being followed. Hard not to tell when the guy is about twenty paces away and following you through the back alleys of San Francisco. Blake hated being tailed. It made him nervous. God knows what that guy behind him had on him. Blake walked along a street with traffic backed-up terribly. He looked around for a place to get away from his tail and found a bakery. He opened the wooden door and walked inside. A couple people sat at booths along the walls of the bakery and at the front of the business was a wooden shelf with all the baked goods stacked on to specific shelves. A man in a button down shirt and raggedy jeans came from the kitchen door and went behind a counter next to the shelves of baked foods. He typed a code into the cash register so it would allow him to open it and asked Blake: "Have you figured out what your having sir?" Blake looked over at a white board on the wall behind the counter, where a list of coffee's caught his eye. "I'll take an Espresso." "Coming up sir." The man at the counter walked to a coffee machine and began to make Blake's Espresso. Blake looked behind him. His tail's face was in full view in an antique store window across the street. The tail was on his cell phone. The man came back with Blake's coffee. Blake paid him and walked out of the building. He began to continue his walk down the street when a Hearse screeched to a halt in an alley close to him. Blake unbuttoned his button down shirt and opened up a shoulder holster beneath his armpit. He pulled the Colt .45 out and buttoned his shirt back up. He walked toward the hearse. He looked behind himself and saw his tail coming behind him, Uzi in hand, hidden from view behind a dinner jacket but in plain site of Blake. The passenger side door of the hearse opened and a tall man in a completely black outfit walked out. He flashed a grin at Blake, showing his yellow teeth. The man walked to the back of the hearse and opened the doors. He pulled a black marble coffin from the hearse and laid it on the pavement of the alley. The tail put the Uzi against Blake's back, the cold steel of the gun shocking black for a second. The tail whispered into Blake's ear, "Why are you here?" Blake was about to respond when the large man grabbed Blake by the neck and threw him against the Hearse. "WHY ARE YOU HERE?" He asked in a menacing and loud tone. "The government." Blake said as he tried to regain his breath from the crash into the Hearse, " The government sent me here to kill you. They cannot allow you to buy nuclear missiles from the Russian Mafia." "And why do they care?" Asked the tail. "Because, they know you will use them to start a war. A war against Korea. You will blow up the dictators palace in Korea and a war will start with the U.S. Then, the Russian Mafia will come in and with their new missiles, somehow take over America." "Yes but what do you think we get out of it?" "You get a position in the new government of the U.S." "And what if this turns into the next World War? Because thats the plan." "Why are you telling me this? I will kill you!" Blake shot his gun at the tail. The tail fell to the ground. The large man grabbed for Blake but Blake was fast and shot him in the head, splattering his brains all over the alley. Blake got up and began to limp away when the drivers side door of the Hearse opened and the driver shot a dart into Blake's neck. Blake instantly fell. "Black mamba poison. Very dangerous." Said the driver and he dragged Blake's body against the coffin. He opened the lid and threw Blake's body into it and placed the lid back on the coffin. He hauled it into the trunk and drove away, leaving his companions bodies in the alley. ****

Very true...did not notice until you posted that.

Very true...did not notice until you posted that.

Ozzy, the original I wrote months ago went down hill.

Guns and Swords...screw the blue jay thing, I found my rewritten copy of Guns and Swords so I am gonna post that. On topic- Okay then! I eagerly await the new chapters! : (hopefully ones without clones and other cliches this time..) Off-topic-Mr.Biggles owns Lord Death! vo more cliches... and NOO! I will kill Mr. Biggles!

Guns and Swords...screw the blue jay thing, I found my rewritten copy of Guns and Swords so I am gonna post that.

Chapter 3: Easter Island The helicopter flew over Easter Island, circling the islands perimeter. Bob stared out at the island, feeling relieved that he was finally going to build a new lab. He thought back to his son. Zach was an idiot to challenge him. Zach could not face him alone. Bob was just too powerful. The helicopter started to land. Bob pulled on a headset so he could speak to the pilot. "Where is my escort going to meet me?" "In a small shack near the northern cavern." The pilot replied. "Right thanks." Bob pulled his headset off and began to unbuckle his seat belt. He felt a thud as the chopper landed on a helipad. People from news companies across the globe had cameras ready and were speaking enthusiastically, hoping to find out what this new lab would be used for. The choppers door was pulled open for Bob and Bob hopped out. He made his way through the throng of reporters and began to walk toward the shack the pilot said to go to. The news people followed Bob. Bob told them to leave. "Get out of here, it's none of your business what I am doing with my new lab!" The news reporters started to walk off, mad that they did not get to ask Bob any questions. Bob carefully walked up and down the hills, walking around the large stone heads in his path. He soon found himself on a beach with a small shack next to a large entrance to a cavern. Bob went into the shack, and saw his top scientist, Richard Toglac, inside drinking a cup of coffee. "Bob, good to see you made it!" He said, pouring another cup of coffee for Bob. "Why would I miss my chance to see where my new lab is going to be?" "You will be completely surprised by the location of the secret lab." Richard said, handing Bob the cup of coffee. "Probably not too surprised." "Oh, very. A whole network of caverns at your command. Pretty much this whole damn island is yours." "Hows that?" "Well, your fake lab will be on the surface, while the main lab will be in an underground cavern system that spans the whole island. This system is so large, that I think we could put hundreds of thousands to work in the lab!" "Really? Sounds good. What are the plans for the fake lab?" "We are going to build a pyramid-like building as the fake lab. The other branches of it around the island will be normal square buildings." "Good. Anything valuable worth mining in the caverns?" "I was going to get to that. Tons of gems such as diamonds are in the caverns. You could make a large sum of money off those." "Yes. Well, I would like to see this cavern." "Sure. Follow me." ************ Zach and James ate at McDonalds on their way back from the hospital. "Christ, you know your dad is powerful!" James said, eating a McGriddle. "Yeah, but you know how I just want to kill him. I don't want my demon..." James looked around. "I don't want it either. Your father says he is protecting himself so he can control you when you become a demon but their is no way he can control a demon!" "There is. He would know. He's the super genius." James finished his breakfast. He looked at Zach thoughtfully. "Next time you go to fight Bob, take me along. We can kill him together." "Yeah, I might..." CHAPTER 3 END

I am going to conserve forum space and have decided to instead of write a bunch of stories, rewrite the Guns and Swords series. The first couple chapters will be the same as they were before. Guns and Swords Prolouge Chapter 1 Zach Archer lay on the hard concrete outside of the factory named: ARCHER CORP. Zach was half asleep. Beside him lay his scabbard, with his swords hilt protruding from the end. The only thing that kept him awake was the constant horns, blaring from the cars at the busy intersection of Third and Fourth streets. Zach was seventeen. A high school dropout. In everyones eyes, a failure. Zach did not think he was a failure. Zach had the goldeneye. The eye of the sword master. Only fifty people on the earth could be a sword master. The catch of being a swordmaster was that you had to kill your own father before your coming of age (21), in order to make the demon inside the goldeneye not take you over, and ultimately use your body as a vessel to destroy the world. Zach's father had a goldeneye. That was the problem. He was more powerful than Zach. But Zach had to kill him. Or it would be the end of humanity. But that was the thing. Zach's dad, Bob, was a scientist. Zach's dad would contain the evil demon Zach until it was time for Bob to kill him. He would probably use evil demon Zach as a weapon to kill all his enemies. You see, his father wanted to take over the world. Zach had no idea what plan he was hatching at the moment but Zach had to kill him. Or die trying to kill him. Zach checked his watch. 1:07. Late enough. He grabbed his sword from beside himself and stood to his full height of six foot five. He then ran to an emergency exit and began to use a lockpick to open the door. A small CLICK, and Zach was in. Zach unhooked the hooks that kept the holster of his Uzi closed. He gripped the Uzi's stock. He gently closed the door behind him and ran down the empty service corridor. The lights were on very dim, but just light enough that someone could figure out where they were going. The corridor opened up to a room full of crates. Zach took a small swiss army knife and shoved it into a gap in the top. When he pulled the knife out, the whole top of the box came with it. Zach pulled his knife out of the piece of wood and looked into the boxes contents. Machinery. There was ton of metal in this box. Zach replaced the top of the box and continued to a part of the room full of plastic tanks with liquids in them. Zach jumped onto a hundred gallon vat. It had a twist top on top. Zach turned it and pushed the twist top aside. Inside, there was a bubbling liquid. Acid. Zach could tell. Two voices. Zach jumped down and put his back to the vat. "...I don't know Archer wants with all this stuff." " He's crazy is why!" "No he's not, he's a bloody genius!" Zach caught his english accent. "You think everyone is a genius!" "No I don't! He is just smart as hell" Their footsteps stopped. "The twist top is off the vat!" Zach pulled his Uzi out of its holster. One of the guys were taking out his walkie-talkie when Zach jumped out of his hiding place and shot them. Zach ran for it. He entered another corridor, this one with a lab at the end. Zach ran in and jumped all the desks in the lab. A man with an AK-47 noticed Zach and tried to shoot him. The glass tubes full of liquid exploded and fell to the floor. Some of the shrapnel cut into Zach's flesh. His droplets of blood left a trail. A large glass window was in Zach's way of a hangar with airplanes and two tanks in it. Zach jumped through the window and fell to the ground about twelve feet below. Zach found himself surrounded by guards, AK's trained on Zach's head. Zach dropped his Uzi and kicked it away. One of the guards stooped to pick it up and thats when Zach struck. Zach jumped onto the guys head and jumped on top of a fighter jet. Zach ran along the back of it and hopped onto another jet. Zach jumped off the jet and ran for the door at the end of the hangar but stopped. On a catwalk above stood Zach's father. Bob told the advancing guards to stop. "My son." He said deeply. "Dad" Zach said this with a hint of happiness in his voice. "Why are you so happy?" Bob asked. "I get to fight with you and get revenge." "You will not get revenge here. Just death." Bob jumped onto the rail on the side of the catwalk. He then let himself fall to the floor of the hangar. He stood valiantly. He looked mostly like his son. Golden eyes, brown hair, a lean figure. They both wore leather jackets, jeans, and combat boots. Zach and Bob both had there hands on their swords hilts. They both drew at the same time. Swords clashed. Sparks flew. Bob pushed real hard and knocked Zach off balance. Bob swung as Zach tried to keep himself from falling to the ground. Zach got his balance and continued to parry his fathers blows. Eventually, his father started using more power. His blows were stronger. Zach was not able to parry one of his blows and Zach was suddenly bleeding. Zach clutched his stomach, where warm blood oozed and fell in a puddle to the ground. "Shouldn't have tried kid." Those were the last words Zach could make out before he fell to the ground. End of chapter 1 Chapter 2 Family matters The doctors surrounded the bed. Bob walked in and ran to the bed, shoving doctors out of the way. There lay Mary Archer. A baby nestled now in a doctors hand. Naked and bloody, the baby began to cry. "What will you name him Mrs. Archer?" Asked the doctor holding the child. "Zach Dylan Archer." "Would you like to hold him Mr. Archer." Bob took him in his hand. He was covered in blankets. Bob unwrapped the one over his face and saw to his horror, the golden eye. "Isn't he adorable?" Asked Bobs wife. "Yeah..." Bob knew what Zach had to do in order to not destroy humanity. He knew that all people with golden eyes were Satan's minions, brought to Earth to show God that Satan was powerful. Of course, the first golden eye was a chinese philosopher who figured out the meaning of it through contact with Satan's brother, the most powerful Angel, Mosses. So for years, people have had to kill their own Fathers in order to let the demon in the golden eye have a soul to chew on till the vessel the demon was in died. There was one thing that could ultimately cause all golden eyes to go berserk though. If Satan found a way to get onto Earth. Then, the Demons inside the human vessels would be even more powerful and Humanity could say goodbye. All this to impress God. Bob sat in the waiting room. He thought about his history lessons about his eye. It was not only the eyes that told everyone he was a demon vessel. He also had Satans mark on his arm. He always wore a glove so as not to show anyone the mark. He was not a Christian. If he entered a church, a holy ground, the demon would be destroyed along with the human vessel. A doctor walked in and motioned for Bob to follow. Bob followed her to the nursery, where only one crib was filled, the one with Zach in it. The doctor left. Bob pulled open a window and looked down. Not to far to the alley below. Bob pulled out his Colt classic. He had to kill it. He had to run. Get surgery to look different, rename himself. That never did happen though. He aimed it. The baby was sleeping. Bob put his silencer onto the barrel and suddenly... "BOB." Bob shot on reaction and missed. The bullet entered his wifes stomach. Blood soaked her hospital gown. She fell out of her wheelchair. "No...no...no!" "Goodbye...and make sure to tell my son, I love him." "Please don't die..." Tears began to well up in his eyes. "I know why you tried to kill him...and I don't regret my death. I saved my son... Thats what counts. I...loved you...until...now..." Her breathing stopped. Bobs tears mixed with the blood of his wife, pooled all over the tile floor. Bob ran. He jumped out the window and ran. The doctors found Bob's wife and Zach. Her wedding ring was off her finger. The baby began to cry. **** Orphan care was a terrible fate. He was made to do chores at age 4. He was made to wash dishes, take out trash, and scrub the toilets. At age 6 an old man with one golden eye and a blue eye adopted Zach. Zach was brought to a school where he was taught fighting styles. He went to normal school as well. He continued this routine until he was 16. He then dropped out of High School and went in pursuit of his father. He had seen the newspaper clippings, heard the stories. His father had killed his mother. Nobody knew why. And Zach wanted revenge... **** Zach woke up. He was in a small room. He was lying on a comfy bed, with bandages all across his stomach. The doctor gasped as he saw Zach get up. "Lay down, lay down." "How long have I been here?" "Two days." "Jeez..." "Your lucky you are alive. Your dad drove you here, basically dropped you on the front step and left. He gave to these flowers though." Zach looked at a bedside table beside him and saw some roses. A note was strung to one of them. Zach pulled it off and read the neatly written note: Better luck next time kid. Zach balled it up in his fist. Then he looked at one of the roses. A glint caught his eye. He grabbed it and saw it was a ring. Another neatly written note was strung on it reading: This was you mothers wedding ring. Take care of it. Zach checked the ring for any traps but found none. He put it on. "You better lie in bed. You don't want the stitches to come out." "Stitches?" "It took about 150 stitches to close the 5 wounds you had." "Jesus." "Your telling me." "So...anything to do?" "Well, we can call a Mr. James Barber. He said he would come over when you were awake." "Oh yeah, I have not talked to him in at least a week." James was Zach's best friend. He was not a golden eye, but he was an expert swordsman. They met in Zach's fifth year at the Fighting School. "We will get James on the phone right now. You just stay there. Here, watch the news, catch up on whats been going on in the world." The doctor flipped on the television in front of Zach's bed. "...In other news, Archer corp. is now opening a lab on Easter Island. It is said to cost over three billion dollars just to buy one acre of land there! Archer is spending over fifty billion dollars to build this new lab. Where does he make all this money is a good question." "He sure doesn't pull it out of his [wagon]." Came a familiar voice. "James!" "He was in the waiting room. Come to check on you." The doctor said. "Well take a seat, we have a lot to get caught up on..." Zach said. "I'll leave you two be." The doctor left. "So, whats the status on operation KILL?" Asked Zach. The next (new) chapter on next post.

LOl...I am into it, I am just not a complete addict. I can do whatever the hell I feel like. I am just saying how annoying it is to be in the grand exchange with people yelling "OMG everyone quit RS! Jagex are idiots!" You would probably to. O.K I am still into the game, I just don't play as much. I got a job. I earn a lot of money, I am going still going to school after graduating college. Dude, I got a life. And if your so worked up about someone stating their opinion on an online forum than you need to go get your mom to take you to your crib and put you to sleep. BOO HOO! You lost the wild, a major part of the game, but you act like its like the goddamn end of the world. If you wanna go fight against other players on an online game than switch to WOW. If you wanna fight over an update that you know won't get fixed any time soon than WAH! Oddly enough, if you want to fight something their are monsters in the game. Deal with the damn update. If you can't, give up for a while and come back later to see if Jagex has fixed it. Newge4 supports me. Level 109. PM him in game or on here if you don't believe. He says that None of the updates have affected him and that if your gonna cry like babies over a post that someone wrote, stating his mind, then someone needs to leave for awhile. This is a rant coming from the side of people who don't care about the updates, and who could care less. I don't care how much you complain, but you gotta remember that their are some people who are not affected at all by the update. Live with it. Complain to Jagex all you want. Just don't complain to me. Your flames in no way affect me because I am talking about my state of mind. Some people could care less. Some of you are selfish as hell. You act like you own the game. Before you start blowing up, why don't you think of the bright side of the updates. As the title says: "Shut the hell up" If you wanna be all [bleep]y about the people who weren't affected then fine. You act like we should care. Some people don't. Apparently people can't have opinions anymore. Flame me. Tell me off. It does not affect me. I am just gonna stand their and let it pass. If you cannot accept another bunch of players thoughts than you don't deserve to play the game.