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just take down the post this was a big mistake in the meantime Who is better Adam Sandler or Will Feral

I remember people by the name they had when I first added them (much of my list was added years ago, another large portion when dungeoneering was first released). I don't keep track of about 125 or so name changes every month and I've lost track of original names. What you are suggesting only works if you only have a few namechanging friends. You can still forget names even if you play multiple times a month. Yeah but do you really have 125 friends on RS that you really care that much about, and if you did really care about them wouldnt you take the time to write them down somewhere, oh and you can REMEMBER 125 "close friends" but you cant write down the 20 or 30 you may actually care about

ummmm if you scroll your mouse over a persons name on your list it shows what they were previously named, doesn't anyone else realize this :wall: oh and unless you get of for a month at a time then you would know who everyone is on you Friends list. #-o

I Back in the day in 2004, I gave a Friend IRL my account info because he said he was quitting and he was giving away his stuff to his friends who he played with, I was WAY nooby compared to him (only a level 60 with full rune) Well it turned out that he dumped my whole bank and i lost 800k of stuff. The next day I beat the [cabbage] out of him afterschool, I look back on my sixth grade self and I'm like WOW did I really take an online game THAT seriously. Its kind of pathetic that I got violent over a game. Well I ended up quitting for 3 years, started a new account in 07. Lol 800k :lol:

Well in the past years Jagex has updated the graphics numerous times, but I think its time for a sound overhaul. The music is repetitive, bland and gets annoying fast. Additionally the sound board for combat is a bit lame. I mean a tiny slashing noise doesn't reflect the intensiveness of battles with boss monsters and massive dragons, and the dirty sounding nature of spells really doesn't match the sleek new graphics. This is just something that I have been noticing on RS the past few days and I find myself keeping the mute button on my computer more and more often then not. If you agree please do share, I would like to ask for only polite conversations not verbal wars please :shades: (correction) there has been SOME updates with the audio but it has only been additional sounds and environmental sounds, but the combat sound board has not been updated since, well the beginning of RS2

I recently have been wondering if 99 was worth the time and money (money for some skills). Ive been wondering this because recently I have been called a noob because I dont have a 99, even though my stats are reasonably high for a level 85, I have multiple skills in the high 70's and low 80's but this is considered bad even though I can do almost anything with these skills, I really think this is a stupid trend that you are either a 99 or you are not, and this thread is Just a way for me to see the communities opinion on this, and also I would like to question if it is worth it to spend the time for a 99 in a skill such as woodcutting which ATM is my highest skill at 84. Please avoid flaming :thumbsup:

Oh and not to mention that its kind of sad to see 25+ year old people playing this game and correcting teenagers over a roleplaying videogame, like they cant improve on any aspect of their life, and that the best thing they can do is have online English class. kind of sad.....

Simply untrue. How so, its not an english class bro, I dont get how not having proper grammar on a MMORPG is a big deal...

Your fault end of story an admin should take this thread down for being ridiculous and insulting to other players who unlike you did remember their gear and didnt die and then didnt post a rant thread about how incompetent Jagex is even though most people were smart enough not to commit virtual suicide.

Online video game, spelling and grammer dont matter, stupid thread, IDC if i get bnned for calling this thread for what it is, rant about something important like wendy's chilli

The solution to party hats is so simple it hurts, How bout Jagex just Re releases party hats every year for Christmas, and leaves them trad-able, thats probably the easiest, the prices would drop to almost nothing within a day of the initial release...

I kind of think that this has gone a bit to far, I really dont see why you guys and girls are bickering over a few lines in an entire article. While I dont believe in stereotyping the writer has a point, high levels with multiple 99's are usually the ones flaming others with words such as Noob etc. This is the thing though, all players should have respect for each other on the game and on these forums. Play the game and post on the forum how you want and let other players/posters do the same. Remember this is just a GAME/FORUM. I am probably the most inefficient woodcutter on the planet, I cut yews not ivy, and I have hosted Woodcutting races across runescape, (you go to every city/region and get a full inventory of logs bank them and run to the next area [not teleport]) its a fun way to mix it up and I have a couple dozen people that I do this with every week or so. Even though I prefer fun ways of training to grinding I still have respect for efficient players, and I really hate to see people resent each other over a forum on a fansite of an online video game. my 10 cents =)

Ok so today i got 75 woodcutting, wait, wait, hold the applause I know its a great accomplishment and I deserve a medal but its what comes after my amazing feat of skill and intelligence which will intrigue you my friend. So as you would expect because of my massive accomplishment I went straight to the GE to tell other players about how much of a beast I am, I told many a player about my 75 woodcutting and they were SO IMPRESSED, except for this one fellow who had the audacity to call me a noob, I daresay that this man/woman/thing had crossed the line, so I challenged him to a duel. As it turned out Being only a level 87 this fellow easily destroyed me with his D Claws and proceeded to make fun of me calling me a noob this and a noob that. I was so depressed that I logged out and went outside, I was disgusted with myself afterward, I had given up a good HOUR of my time to hang out with friends when I could be getting 76 woodcutting. I could have grinded... one second, the formula.....PATIS WHERE IS THE FORMULA..... oh yes I could have grinded 115.02315K experience in that hour, I make an oath now loud and clear never to leave my laptop again for the sake of social acceptance and a semblance of normality among my peers, NEVER again. So I went back to the grind this time testing magic logs, It was a whole new world, all of the high levels calling me a noob making me want to go back outside with my friends but NO, I made the oath so I put them all on my ignore list and kept pushing through the grind. Well tomorrow is a new day and another level, If you want to flame I dont care there is always a 1/3 ratio of human to troll on forums these days so peace out hope you enjoy your own runescape experience =)

I remember the first time I had ever set foot in the world of runescape, I had finished the tutorial relatively quickly and soon found myself in lumbrage square alone and overwhelmed by the world before me. During my period of extreme noobishness I made money by killing chickens and selling the feathers at a fishing store, at the time this seemed like a good idea I had my full mithril, and my two handed adamant sword, while these items are cheap and bad quality for me now, when I had first bought them I had a true sense of pride in my accomplishment, I bragged about it to friends.... well not really, but I actually felt like I had done something special. Then I got good at the game. On my second account I immediately began grinding my fishing level and within the time it took to get that full mithril before, now I had over 5 million coins at level 20 (I am not bragging I know other people have skillcapes at level 3 its just part of the story) This money bought me everything I could possibly need or want at the time, but I had lost the true sense of pride I had felt in my accomplishments that I had once possessed. So my question is it better to be a noob and feel genuine pride in your accomplishments, or to be better and not care when you spend a few million, because I remember when I smiled because I could afford a Runescape Haircut, and damn did it feel good.

STORY 1 Robin and the Wall Outside of the small hut the clouds had unleashed an amazing amount of snow, the door, now completely blockaded by snow trapped the young Robin inside. Inside of the hut the young boy sat on his cot, he had already read his few books so many times he could recite them from memory, he looked around the room for a source of amusement, he saw his meager collection of books, his stove, his eyes stopped abruptly on a small lump in the wall, he had never noticed it before as usually he was either reading or working on for Master on the farm. Robin examined the lump on the earthen wall for a few slow minutes, slowly Robin grabbed his kitchen knife and walked over to the wall. Robin carefully carved away the wall with the dull knife, hacking bits of dirt and straw to the flood. After a short ten minutes robin hit something hard, he hacked around the object until there was enough space to remove it. Slowly Robin pulled the object out of the wall and using all of his 12 year old might landed it on his small cot. He brushed away the dirt and dust covering the object, uncovering a chest! Robin backed away and admired his hard labor, wiping the brow of his forehead he walked towards the chest again and examined the lock hanging from the handle. Robin winded up his dull knife and in the most fashionable style simply bashed the rusted lock off of the chest. Robin put the knife, that had now lost its form down on the bed. The young boy opened the chest very slowly, his eyes immediately locked on to a long sheathed sword laying on the chest's floor. He slowly raised the sword with both hands out of the chest. He placed it onto the bed and Slowly unsheathed it. To his eyes amazement he fully unsheathed a long red sword that radiated power and death, shaking exitedly he placed it back in its sheath and put it under his bed and went to sleep anxious at what the following day had in store. Robin awoke the following morning and immediately pulled the sword out from under his cot, he put it into his bag and ran to the market, he tried to sell it everywhere but no one knew what it was or how valuable it was. Frustrated Robin ran to the nearby city of Falador and ran through the streets advertising his mighty sword on every corner of the large city. A mighty adventurer dressed in white armor came up to him and offered Robin Ninety thousand gold coins to the boy in exchange for the sword, Robin agreed, not even knowing how valuable the sword was he was ecstatic at the news of the outrageous price of the weapon from his wall. Robin walked away from Falador a rich and happy boy but unfortunately some robbers in a forest by Falador robbed him of his gold, and Robin began to return to the farm he lived on as a crushed chore boy, but on the way back he noticed a lump in the ground and began to dig. STORY 2 Thief’s Problem Jack's Nickname was the Fox for a few notable reasons. First his bright red hair was his most outstanding physical trait, the other reason for his nickname was that we was the best thief on the good side of the Salve. In fact he was so good that on most occasions, other master thief’s asked for autographs and some asked for advise. Both of with he did of course, for a price. Jack considered his life to be fairly good, stealing from the oblivious rich and keeping all of the spoils was only one aspect of his good life, but also his wonderful girlfriend Alisa. Jack considered himself very lucky, for he himself was only an average looker while Alisa sported wide hips and flowing blond hair, both of which he greatly appreciated every time he saw her. Jacks thoughts were cut short by a loud knocking on the door, “Its open, com in” yelled jack. A Short flatfaced man by the name of Grimey opened the door with a pale look on his face, “Why so pale” inquired Jack. “Its yur girl jack they got’s yur girl mate” answered Grimey. Jack’s expression of relaxed composure collapsed instantaneously as he heard the news from the short man, he immediately lifted himself off his bed. “Is this a joke” Asked the desperate Jack. “no mate this be a hundred percent true we just got the news from Mikey”. “What happened” asked Jack. “Alisa and Mikey was doin a job on the mayors house and she got caught by some guards mate, now they be askin for a trade, you for her”. “DAM IT” roared the angered Jack. “Calm urself mate, we are master thieves we can break into anything, including a jail cell” Reasoned Grimey. Jack immediately understood were this was going, and bolted for the door. He was going to do this, and he even knew how. The Fox dashed out onto the Varrock back alley and into the outer laying street, he zipped past hoards of travelers and city goers until he reached a small building in another back alley, Jack opened a small door in the wall and began to go to work. It was eleven at night when Jack finally emerged from his workshop, he had everything he would need for this job in his bag, he knew the stakes of this operation and knew if he failed he would most likely never see Alisa again. Jack zipped back and fourth along the Varrock back streets winding his way through the city like a monkey in the trees, he knew these streets like the back of his hand and soon was on the outskirts of the city. All Varrock prisoners went to Edgeville, it was common knowledge, what Jack knew that others didn’t was when. He knew that at 5:30 am Prisoners were transported from the Palace dungeons to the Edgeville Jail by carriage, he had the perfect plan for getting the girl back all he had to do now is wait. Alisa looked out of the small barred window of her carriage she knew that Jack would save her, the guards had just laughed when she said that he was coming to the recue. She knew better then to doubt the Fox the master of all thieves, and as she felt the carriage begin to move she had no second guessing, Jack would surely save her. The landmine was set the arrows were ready to be launched from the bows, and Jack was ready for a fight, he knew that he would be facing over 20 Varrock guards, but he was hoping to reduce that number with the mines and the sprung trap bows, he knew the convoys setup, on the front car 15 soldiers were stationed as sentries and the rear carriage only had 5 soldiers to watch the prisoners, he knew that if he could take out the first carriage he would have a chance of winning if the sprung trapped bows had the desired effect. Jacks thoughts were cut short as the sound of hooves on cobblestones echoed through the night air. Jack tensed his body, his Adrenaline began to pump through his body, he was getting in the zone for a fight. The carriage driver sat on the seat of the first vehicle, he was half asleep and did not notice the small canisters in the dirt sprawled in front of his carriage and only knew his danger when the landmine detonated and destroyed his body and the bodies of the 15 soldiers in his carriage. Bodies of Armored soldiers flew in random directions as the row of explosives detonated in front and below of the carriage, the 5 soldiers in the rear cart jumped out of the prison carriage and raised shields creating a barrier around the carriage “SHOW YOURSELF COWARD’ yelled a guard captain, Jack assumed he was the one in command, Jack watched as the soldiers fanned our searching for him, as one of the soldiers stepped on the invisible wire he had laid for his arrow trap 20 bows fired at once killing four of five guards the last, the captain himself stood alone guarding Alisa from him. Jack knew he had no choice and unsheathed his adamant longsword and charged out of the underbrush screaming, Jack raised his sword at the captain, the captain raised his blade to block, the two men clashed for what seemed like an hour for Jack. Jack sized up the captain in his mind, the captain outweighed him, had a height advantage and probably had more combat training then Jack, but Jack knew his girl depended on his ability to man up to the task and so as all desperate men do Jack tackled the captain to the ground. The unexpected move stunned the captain and gave jack the opening he needed and began hammering on the captain’s head with the hilt of his blade until the man was clearly unconscious. Jack stood up from the captains unconscious body and went to Alisa. “hey babe you wanna get outa here” Jack said with a smirk to Alisa, Alisa smiled back and took his hand, the two embraced each other for what seemed like an hour until the finally came apart. Jack unlatched the carriage horse, and the two master thieves rode away from the city of Varrock and into the rising Sun. STORY 3 The Recruitment of Dursk When Jonathan Dursk told his parents he wanted to join the Asgarnian army he got a mixed answer. His dad a retired soldier himself seemed genuinely happy, his mom a fulltime Gardner and Florist almost feinted from the thought, but to be honest he didn’t care what they thought, he wanted to be a soldier. So when he turned 16 he left home to become one of Asgarnians finest, but first he had to go through boot camp. Although for his age he was remarkably strong the boot camp training was still hard as hell, sleep at 9pm, wakeup at 4am. Then calisthenics, sword, spear, mace, and shield training at 8 he had dinner and RnR, which he spent with his friend Rennen. Rennen was the exact opposite of Dursk, he was a short squat teenager with bad acne and he spoke with such a slang that Dursk could only understand Rennen after knowing him for several moths. Even with his strange personality and physical quirks Dursk admired him for his work ethic and his belief in never giving up on a task you begin. The two were inseparable they did every drill together from practice fighting to eating to basic medical they became as close to brothers as possible. The drill sergeant Sgt. Gill was known for a short fuse, even among other Drill sergeants, Gill was a short but unbelievably built man, standing at a total of 5.2 he stared up at Dursk during the beginning of Sword practice. “Hey Dursk” barked the short Drill Sergeant. “Yes Sir” Responded Dursk. “ARE YOU GAY”. “No sir”. “THEN WHY IS RENNEN YOUR BOYFRIEND” commanded Gill. “He is not my boyfriend Sir” Answered Dursk. “ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME MAGGOT” yelled Gill. “I am not talking back sir I am answering your question” answered Dursk. Gill grinded his teeth and sucker punched Dursk in the gut knocking the wind out of the teenagers lungs. Dursk recovered and stood back up in formation, and began sword training with Rennen. “Hey Rennen” said Dursk. “yeah w’s op Dursk Mate” Answered Rennen in his strange slang. “What do you think of Gill” inquired Dursk. “He be a Bsterd that on(e)” Replied Rennen. Gill walked by and the two paused there conversation momentarily. “I agree Rennen” responded Dursk. As the two friends practiced there swordplay the sun set on the training ground and they two went inside and began to eat somewhere in the future battles would be fought and the names Dursk and Rennen would be drenched in blood. STORY 4 Frontliner Tyson wiped his dirty forearm along his brow clearing the fresh lining of sweat that soaked his forehead, the sun beat down mercilessly on the corporal’s face and bare chest, the 95 degree weather south of Ardougn would be bad enough if he we simply taking a stroll but digging trenches is another thing entirely. In the 95 degree weather with the sun beating down on him the A hole superiors telling him to dig faster and harder, “hehe if they tried it they’d be down in an hour” thought Tyson. Tyson spent the rest of the day digging his trench so he could sleep safely, “The dam gnomes are so sneaky, you could never know when an attack was coming” thought Tyson. After the daylight was done Tyson ate his ration and slept hard, he awoke the next morning to the screams of dying men, he got up out of his hole and looked out at the field before them to see a thousand charging gnomes coming for his head, he grabbed his spear and waited for the wave of gnomes to bear down on him like a blanket, the gnomes fired a volley of arrows killing the man beside him, he grabbed the fallen man’s bow and let off three arrows nailing three gnomes, the wave came closer with every second, Tyson prayed to Saradomin and raised his spear. The gnomes crashed upon the earthenworks like a tidal wave, Tyson Stabbed his spear into every expose piece of flesh he saw, hot blood spilled onto him and a pool began to form by his boots, he continued to hack and slash, his man to his right felled by a strike to the head, his left man bludgeoned by a mace, his brain out of his skull. Tyson knew it was over he continued to fight the futile reality of his lifes end. As Tyson’s hope faded the Gnomes began to retreat, running over destroyed battlements and dismembered bodies, Tyson began to smile, and then laugh. He was the only one left in his trench, Saradomin Must have heard his prayers, and as he though this a stray arrow pierced his throat, he looked down at his lap and saw his blood gushing onto his leggings, he raised his hands in a desperate attempt at stopping the bleeding. As black spots began to fog his vision he realized that life was fair and Saradomin couldn’t care less about a maggot like him and that he would die like the rest of his trench and that not a single soul in the world would care, one bit.

1st off before you read this I have a part 1, if you want to go read that i would appreciate it, also the first part sets up this story so i would suggest reading it =] also any Italic text is a person speaking, also If you have any feedback please be polite because i dont want to deal with trolls leaving comments on my post. Any constructive criticism will be listened to as long as it is valid. Please honor my wishes by being a cool person Pain shot through the Captains body, his lips dry by the Varrock sun, dry blood caked his chest and leg. Dursk opened his crusted eyes, he turned his head to the left, dead soldiers littered the ground around him. Suddenly his mind flashed to the previous night, he remembered the carnage of the battle of the last night, the slaughter of his men, and the loss of his one good friend. Slowly a tear trickled down his cheek, mixing with the Blood on his face. He lifted his body to an upright position and examined the damage done to his body from the previous night. The arrow in his mid chest, and the deep slash on his right leg, he lifted his canteen to his mouth and drank the last blissful drops of water it stored. He looked around at the rubble on the street and the slain warriors around him the bloody armor encasing the brave souls that had fought with him and died without him. He looked up to the Varrock palace and saw the red Zamorakian flag waving upon the Highest flagpole. He tried to stand but the deep gash on his leg prevented him from doing so. Suddenly a patrol of Zamorakian soldiers came around the street, Dursk tried to stand but as the patrol came running he knew he was finished , one of the soldiers raised his mace and crashed it on Dursk's head and everything went black. Dursk awoke in a dark smelly room, he felt his head and felt clotted blood, and had a bad headache. He looked around the room and saw other soldiers from his unit and men from other fighting units from Lumbrage and some soldiers from Al Karid. A door opened on the opposing wall from Dursk, a Zamorakian Guard appeared through the doorway EVERYONE UP NOW barked the guard, Dursk found that his leg and chest had been healed by someone, baffled he stood and walked in a line with the other soldiers. The captain was collared by a guard and led to an open field NOW DIG SLIME yelled a guard. A pugfaced guard handed Dursk a spade, DIG HERE MAGGOT spit the guard, What is going on here retorted Dursk, YOU ARE NOW SLAVES OF THE LORD ZAMORAK MAGGOT spit the guard. Dursk took the spade and began to dig. Dursk continued to dig at the ground with intensity, taking the infuriation and humiliation he had endured in the last 24 hours, his failure to protect his friend, his men, and his city. Being treated like an animal by the Zammys, hey man came a whisper from behind interrupting his thoughts. who the hell is it Dursk replied, Im a soldier from Al Karid, the name is Ali. Good to meet you Ali I am Captain Dursk of the 32nd Asgarnian Spears, so Ali what do you want Replied Dursk. Hehehe I appreciate your Candor, what I want is what you want, to be free. Who said I want to be free? replied the Captain. you kid Dursk, everyone wants to be free, I know you dont want to be a slave to Zamorak. you have a point Ali, but what are we going to do about this. Talk to me at Mealtime, I have a plan to get out of this place The mess hall was nothing more then an enlarged dungeon with tables, Dursk filled into the mess hall with the other prisoners and sat down with Ali at a corner table, Hello Dursk, I have a plan to break out of this disgusting place and I need good soldiers like you to complete this plan. Alright Ali, fill me in on the plan, Ok Dursk, the plan is pretty basic, the one in charge of the Zammy operation is Arch Mage Zelos. He is a Zamorakian wizard of great strength and skill. This man is not to be taken lightly and can destroy even the most skilled swordsman, but he has one weakness. All of his spells are read out of a Zamorakian spell book. If we can get a hold of this book then we have a chance of starting a riot, and in the confusion we capture him and force him to release us from this hell. This all sounds good, but Ali you have to think about how to get past the guards, they have better equipment and they outmatch us man to man. Ahhh you bring up a good point Captain Dursk, but I can counter this. As you will see, the guards in this operation also serve as the basic infrastructure,an example of this is if there happened to be a fire in the barracks then they would have to put it out or if there was an explosion they would have to rebuild any destroyed buildings. So this is where you come in, you and some of my associates will go and set an explosion in the barracks and another in the mess hall, with these diversions a successful Riot may not be impossible, while you set up the distraction I will orginize my men so that we can successfully find the Zamorakian spell book and capture the Arch Mage in his sleep. This sounds Plausible Ali, but when does it happen. Tomorrow night that is when we take our freedom be ready we will begin the operation tomorrow at this time, take this tinderbox, when we begin the operation tomorrow we will be counting on you Captain. And as Dursk walked out of the mess hall he looked back and had a feeling he would never see Ali again.

Captain Dursk looked over the wall again, he knew how persistent the dam Zammys were he knew the could sneak up at any time he had to be alert for the sake of his men, all 125 brave souls he had under his name, tonight is odd he thought to himself for the rain was thick today, it covered the men of the 32nd Spears like a blanket on a small child, the men were used to this rain they had been fighting in it for the past 4 months. Even so the rain today was thick, It smelled of iron and blood and men fighting for a cause. The 32nd Were Among the Asgarnian's best, Dursk chuckled to himself, the Elite thats what were called. Every green soldier wanting to join our ranks not knowing the cost of selling your soul to this struggle, not knowing the full on horrors of this war. Dursk had seen some new blood on the battlefield today, more of them come everyday eager to prove themselves, If you make it past the first day in this outfit your not green thought Dursk. The "New Blood" from this morning have already been, as the 32nd say baptized by fire thought the old captain. The captain's thoughts were caught short as he saw un-natural movement by the treeline, he shook his friend Rennen awake, "Hey Rennen get the hell up i got some movement by the treeline". "Alright Dursk Dam ill wake up the boys" Dursk peered out over the scarred landcape in front of the Varrock east gate, Dursk scanned the Landscape, yes there a creature, or man moving in the Trees, "Hey Rennin the boys up yet". "Yeah". "Alright We got contacts by the oak trees at one oclock get your stuff together its about to get rough boys". "Some of the boys are getting excited Rennin". 'Aye Let em Be boys are boys theyll shut up when it goes down". Suddenly a hail of arrows came from the treeline whistling through the air "SHIELDS" yelled Dursk. At once 125 Well trained soldiers raised their shields blocking the incoming arrows. "RETURN FIRE" ordered the old captain. The platoon returned a volley of Razor sharp black arrows at the treeline. At first there was silence, then a large force of Zamorakian soldiers charged out from the forest, "VOLLEY" yelled Dursk, Another volley of black arrows pierced the frontlines of the attackers."Blessed be Saradomin there be a lot ov em eh Dursk" Emoted Rennen. "Maybe to many" Smiled Dursk. The attacking Zamorakians raised wood ladders onto the walls. "DRAW" Ordered Dursk. The 32nd Drew Longswords and kicked down ladders. Suddenly a large blast shook the left side of the wall, a Moan and a crash followed by screms, Dursk Looked to his left, "Saradomin be they demolished the wall" yelled Rennen. "Fall back to the Fountain", yelled Dursk. Dursk dew his longsword and blood and guts spilled all around him, he stabbed and slashed and hacked, bits of bone and sinew splattered his face, he looked to his left and right and could not find Rennen, "FIGHT HARDER MEN, GET TO THE FOUNTAIN" yelled Dursk, The Blood soaked soldiers around him fought with the intensity of raging Furnace, they halted at the fountain "HOLD" yelled Dursk, he looked around him, dam he still couldn't find Rennen. He cleaned his sword on his leggings and locked shields with his right and left man and waited for the enemy to charge, he knew this was the end of Varrock he knew that Rennen was dead and as the Enemy mob of a thousand strong closed in on the 67 remaining soldiers And as Captain Dursk of the 32nd Spears Slashed and stabbed enemy after enemy after enemy, the old captain thought of when he was Green and new and how he met his Friend Rennen. He felt the hot sting of a blade in his leg and back and fell to a knee, he thought of how he had failed in his duty as an arrow pierced his chest, he thought of his men he couldn't protect as he fell on his back. As his eyes closed he took one last look at the rising sun and the flag of his enemy being raised on the Varrock Palace which he could not protect. -Idk i felt like doing one of these Fictional stories im not a GREAT WRITER but instead of trolling give me some constructive criticism on how to be better at this i hope you honor this wish =] oh and thanks for non A holish feedback hehe idk what the deel was with the random Capital letters but i fixed that.

pretty good no lie, Im no writer but If i could give any Criticism/Advice, I would say that at the beginning it felt like a post apocalyptic story so i got led away from the Zombie story you were going for, but good luck your stuff aint half bad ;)