Greetings tipsy peoples. I, Time Kitten, am a hop and a step away from starting my journey into the wilderness, my first experience beyond exploring and gathering. This is a journey into self and danger, in a land nearly free of the autobot menace! 10 levels of fishing swordfish! 10 levels off cooking swordfish! 10 levels of mining swordfish! 10 levels of smithing swordfish! 5 levels of melee skillz! 5 levels of prayer! 65 levels of life! Whatever levels it takes to get my level back to being ranged based! For those of you who would use this thread to challenge me, please check my shopping list, and make sure you can drop something to help me complete it. For those of you who wish to join me, prepare for danger, and to fight for your lives, as I plan on taunting all passerby pkers. For those who wish to chat, pm me, and I shall direct you to my chat. The plan is, every 6k or so (to start) is a bank trip. Skills/goals: Attack 40/45 Strenght 40/45 Defense 39/45 (yeah, yeah, 6 levels I know, and I ain't a pure) Prayer 37/42 Hit Points 42/47 Mining 49/59 Smithing 42/52 Fishing 50/60 Cooking 51/61 Activities: I must find all my food in the wilderness. I must mine my ores under risk of death. I must smelt all I mine. I must smith all I smelt. I must sell all that I do not wear, besides my spare rune, which I may wear latter. If I ever find a willow, I must add woodcutting and firemaking to my list. I must run back every time I am thrown into the river and left for dead, no stopping at shops to re-supply... besides maybe the fishing store, I really need those spare harpoons stalker people. Shopping list: I am in the liking of... Rune/addy plate or chain body. Rune scimitar. Rune two hander. Green d'hide body. Rune/addy skirt. Rune/addy sheild. A hat of some sort. Spare harpoons. Spare picks. Moniez. I stand but a hop and a skip away from the lawless land, my hair tied against the darkened wind, from my ever secure boots, to my breezy mithril skirt, nothing else to feel but the jelly in my knees, from my breezy tunic of mithril chain, to my wooden shield, even to the symbols of the gods, no protection is adequate against this danger, from my runite longsword to my faith in those same gods, nothing to steel me against the onslaught. The first step is fire, the second step is food. I have only heard of the fabled wilderness fishing spot, now I walk to the dream of danger, where even those half again my strength shall take me, and where all eventually burn to dust. With axe, haroon, tinderbox, pick, hammer, and courage, I step forth.