SmokeEagle

The fact that I asked him what was going on and pleaded like a little girl might have something to do with it too ;) Thanks again for unlocking the posts Alduron (Psst. Your ÃÆââ¬Å¡Ãâã20 is in the post :P) New chapters coming soon!

pheer my leet necromancer skills. :twisted:

The defence of Falador, overall, was going pretty well. WeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d successfully repelled another attack by SmokeEagleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s army but, unfortunately, we were losing men very quickly; the bakeries just couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t keep up with demand and the grain runs to the farms near Lumbridge were being intercepted at a frightening rate. This meant that only the barbarian mercenaries and the combat veterans were left alive, I figured it was because they refused to pass until they had gotten their payment. Unfortunately, most of the newbies that had been killed were conscripted into the Varrock army when they had resurrected, only a few were making it back after each attack. I squatted on the cloth sack that contained the remnants of SmokeEagleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s money and bit down on the freshly baked meat pie that had been conjured up to heal the wound in my arm. Bits of a Varrockian soldier had managed to injure me after he had been blown into very small and, most importantly, soggy bits by one of WinterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s spells. Peering into the distance I could make out the Varrock army forming into ranks, their red on black uniform was quite an imposing sight to behold, I thought, even if it was a stupid tactical error; it made it easier to pick them out on the battlefield and take them out with an arrow. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅPeople of Falador!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

You can do a Zelda fan fiction if you get me a working gamecube, Wind Waker and leave me alone with it for a few months. Deal? :P

Less talk more writing! I can't do this on my own y'know!

Told you you wouldn't get to write your raunchy scenes, Gaal. :) And I don't spend *all* of my time on GW, just some of it, interspersed between school and coursework. -_-; Grats to Gaal and his new super-computer which is just about twice the spec of mine (pulls out baseball bat). Who wants to see how good it works after an encouter with Mr. Batty?

06:30am Day 1. Omni-1 Trade District. Keko opened his eyes blearily and tried to focus on the surrounding area. His side was still throbbing from where it had been blown out and he subconsciously rubbed it, trying to ease the familiar nagging feeling that he ought to be dead. In his delirious and confused state he managed to make out a large grey building nearby lit with blue trim and decorated with the Omni-Tek logo, he could just make out the words ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅOmni-MedÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Erm... a butterfly, seriously? Well, Gaalsien comes along with a magnifying glass and burns you to a crisp whilst chuckling evilly (as he is wont to do). I wish that my face wasn't revolting to behold. :P

Yeah, it's serious so far and we'll try to keep it that way but knowing us two... well... just wait (as Gaal says) "for the hot tubs to start appearing as if by magic". :) Anarchy Online is a Sci-Fi MMORPG set on the (partially terraformed) desert world Rubi-Ka and involves three factions; Omni-Tek (the legal owner of the planet who live in nice terraformed grassy areas) the Clans (Disgruntled ex-miners turned rebels who live mostly in the rough deserts up North) and the ICC Nuetrals (They couldn't care less). The planet contains a mineral called 'Notum' which enables the use of Nano-Technology, scientists from Jobe managed to open a gate to a negative Rubi-Ka called the "Shadowlands" and more recently aliens have started invading. Not bad recall for a fr00b who's free account runs out in two-three weeks, eh? Clan ftw! :D

It does, but you're too dead to enjoy the results. I wish life involved more laserguns.

Too bad, you don't ;) I wish that life wasn't based on little scraps of paper.

I stand corrected. Oh... coursework. Ah yes. That stuff. Yep. Erm... (runs off to do coursework

Just a couple of notes: 1. I'm co-writing again. 2. This is based on Anarchy Online if you hadn't guessed (Yup, dirty fr00bs are we) Thanks for the comment, it's actually useful. We write the story on word and then paste it into the forum window so the presentation tends to look different.

Nice and intellectual there Gaal, I'm impressed. Seeing as the last series was "The SmokeEagle and Gaalsien Saga" don't you think the name should remain for the sequel? :) Hah! Logic and intelligence wins again! We really ought to get round to writing the next chapter...

The wishes wish-wash the wisher above you but then you're on your own and become lonely. I wish Gaalsien wasn't such a backstabbing son-of-a-gun on Timesplitters.

That would be down to Gaal. Change the name back or I'll use my amazing mind powers to turn you into a deformed potato! :twisted:

Yeah, I love Discworld and still read the books when they come out although my favourite has to be "Night Watch". Gaalsien, however, likes "Where Is My Cow" because it's the only one he can understand. Even so, he only looks at the pictures and giggles like a loon. :D

Heh, after I posted that pic Gaal got drawing one of his own (after searching for numerous Anime-drawing websites) so when he posts it feel free to deface it any way you want :)

Yes folks! It's that time again! It's time to say "OMG! WOOTAGE!" Now, from the same person who brought you the "Smoke & Gaal Bumper Sticker" now comes... Colour your own SmokeEagle! All you need to do is print of this pic of yours truly (and drawn by yours truly) and colour it in however you so wish! http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v58/F ... keypic.jpg Yay!

You find it but your feet are mauled the day after by a giant crap whilst walking along the beach. I wish that I could have a big stompy robot with more lazers than a university science department.

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅPrivate! I thought I told you to get a hair cut! And what the hell are you doing in a red shirt! I specifically said nobody is to wear red shirts!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Avast ye scurvy dogs! That chapter is going to rock more than a quarry![/b]

Disclaimer: So that Tip.it or Jagex (as if they check) don't find us and kill us in our sleep, this chapter in no way supports scamming or account hacking. Except if somebody's pin is 1234, otherwise the stupid fools had it coming. :) ------------------------------------ There are four gods on Runescape: Saradomin, Zamorak, Guthix, and Money (Five, if I were to listen to the inane ramblings of the illiterate town drunk and include the god Zaros). Runescapians worship it. Their entire lives, they strive to attain it and horde it, only ever using it to buy equipment and skills necessary to make more of it. And so I found my first problem in trying to lure people into joining the army. I was poor and nobody cared for the words of a penniless recruiter in faded armour. Not even when red and wavy. Fighting to protect their lives, their freedom, and (a no doubt powerful and deadly) something belonging to the White Knights meant nothing if you werenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t talking big numbers. The White Knights had been wholly useless. Being a semi-religious order, they claimed money was evil and that they had none and so any soldiers I wanted to add to the CityÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s army would have to be bought out of my own pocket. I asked where they got the money for the castle, the armour, the pages, the luxurious decoration, the horses, the stables- I was thrown out the Castle. This was futile. I pushed my way out of the crush.and found Winter leaning against the wall of the Shield shop. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅAny luck?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Hehe. Was getting worried that I'd done something wrong then, phew. :shock:

We're back at the wonderous joy that is school at the moment so the going is likley to be slow for a while whilst we catch up with the homework that we should have gotten done during the holidays. To keep you interested here's a brief exert from later on in the saga: ------------------------------------------ ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅWe've assembled a crack team for you of course,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ