I'm almost speechless, that story just makes me think about who we really are on the internet. I so feel like posting my own verion of this so here goes an attempt. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am theving in draynor. Just banked all my seeds because I have 2hp left, so after I finish my trip to the bank I walk out and decide to commit suicide to refill my health. So I walk up and reach into the farmers pockets, suddenly I see the top of a pitchfork coming from behind. I'm dead, but what's going on. I am in a dark room, 5 spotlights in a row infront of me. Why aren't I in Lumbridge, I am starting to get worried as 2 minutes passes by slowly. Suddenly I hear footsteps, but these are not footsteps as if walking towards me into one of the spotlights. No, the sound is coming from behind me. Slowly getting louder, faster I turn around in fear to see the outline of White robes. Instantly the robes glow infront of me, an old man is standing right in front of me. In an awkward silence the man begins to speak, feeling scared, stunned and alone I listen. "Greetings, Hypno Monky. I have been watching you ever since the day you were created. I am here to remind you that people have feelings and how you have ruined and helped people in your life. Only when you discover the true you, you will be given a key out of here." And with that he disappeared and I heard footsteps again. I turned around still shocked about what the old man, no doubt wise had said. There in the first spotlight, the most east spotlight in the room a shady figure emerged. Wearing nothing but some ragged clothes and a torn boot and was in what looked like an unhealthy condition as if he hadn't eaten in six days. He sarted to speak, "Remember me, Hypno" he trembled. "No" I said back trying to clear my throat. "It was just an ordinary day, I was training at the dark mages south of Varrok. We were talking about bands and what we do in real life, I started to think you were a nice, social person who would help me throughout runescape. Suddenly I start getting hit bad and I run out of food. I go to run and you tell me to wait and trade you for food. So I accept and you wait there doing nothing, suddenly I get hit and am dieing. Out of nowhere you shout out, haha die noob. I was shocked, I trusted you. That day, I was so angry that I ran outside, trembling with rage and was yelling profanities at everyone in sight thinking "Why me, Why ME!!!!!!!!!!!!" Thanks to you I had to work off a fine for $500 for harrasment and spent a weekend in Juvenile Detention. "I'm really sor......" And he disappeared. I could feel a pain in my heart, knowing it was guilt I stared up in disgust. Then I heard footsteps, now a wealthy looking lady was standing in the second spotlight. "Hiya Hypno!" She shouted, sounding really pleased. "Excuse me, do I know you" "You should, I am hot babe404. I was at the giants under Edgeville, wearing shoddy iron armour with a bronze helmet with nothing but a mere 340gp. I was getting owned when you walked up to me and said for me to step back before I die, I said no being an idiot and tried to kill the giant. I was down to health and you traded me and ran, instantly my character ran away and you took over the giant" "Yes, now I remem..." "Shhh.... I am not finished. I was level 12 then and I was angry that you took my giant, then you explained that if I died I would lose all but three items. Shocked I stood there and thanked you, from there you gave me some good armour, food and showed me good places to train so I don't get killed. I would talk to you often but it seemed you didn't like talking to me or you just suddenly quit. So inspite that you cut me off from you I still played as if you were a mentor. From the stuff you taught me I started training and then, I got my first rune drop. I was stoked and I owed it all to you, see if it wasn't for you I probably would of died and never played again. "That's nice to know," I replied, feeling a bit better about myself. "Now" She said "I am level 102, and have over 80 Million GP worth of stuff, and I owe it all to you." With that she stepped forward, crying. Stretched he arms out to hug me as I did the same in the heat of the moment. As our palms grasped each others shoulders she was gone and a lone tear glistened in the air where her face was a moment ago. As that tear fell I reached out my hand and caught it, staring at it, cherishing the moment that I truely felt like a god. But with that I heard someone shouting, "You Idiot!" someone had shouted. Now the third spotlight was filled with a dark, gloomy figure. As I looked into the man's eye it was if looking into the eyes of a child. "What" I muttered back in disgust. "We could of been rich, RICH..............." "Do you mind telling me who the hell you are!" I was frustrated now. "The name is MotorX, we were talking in Varrok one day when a noob walked in wearing a santa hat she had just found. Then she asked how much they where worth, I told her 200gp. She believed me but she wanted a second opinion. So she asked you, I messaged you telling you to say about 150gp-200gp. I thought we were friends but you said No to her and told her the value of it was 200k. Now the bloody things sell for a cool 2.8 Million." He was still talking loudly. "Well what did you expect, I wasn't going to scam noone" "THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE WEAK!" He shouted and with that he was gone. Feeling quite proud with how I handled that I remembered the first guy, and suddenly felt the sharp pain of guilt in my heart and as I expected, dreaded and even anticipated I heard the footsteps. There in the fourth spotlight there was a man, he was smirking. Then out of nowhere he disappeared. Then I heard a voice, a voice I was sure I would never forget. It was the old man, "That, that is the guy who scammed you when you were at the bank in west Varrok, he took changed the amount of money in the trade and you were left with 300 GP. See you thought you were getting an awesome deal, your easter egg which took you 5 months to get was about to be sold for 3 Million GP. So anxious to rip him off you rushed the trade and lost everything." And then the final words echoed before fading out. And as I remembered the incident, I felt the pain that I felt that day. The rush of stupidity that once flowed through my veins was inside me, spreading like a virus as I stood in shock and then I couldn't control myself, I yelled at the top of my voice, "I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE, I AM SUCH A MORON" I yelled " LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT...........!" "Calm down, you will be resting soon. I can feel it" A soft voice was saying. I stared at the fifth spotlight and saw a fully dressed warrior, although he didn't match the voice I hear. He looked as if he was one of Zamarok. Then I saw him speak and knew it was him who had been talking. "I hope you remember me," as he spoke a smirk emerged from his face. "No, sorry I don't" I answered back. "Don't be, we met on a day like any other. I was training at hellhounds and so were you. Then I called you a noob for taking so long, you started flaming me back. Then you said something that really hit me hard. You told me that it didn't matter if I was better then you, or that I could kill faster then you because it doens't prove a thing, that these pixels don't really represent...no, no, no but they resemble who we wanna be, how we wan't to be in real life. By saying stuff on the game and building up a fake ego doesn't make us stronger, smarter or help us in any way. After that I didn't play for 2 months until I figured it out, yes the game does represent us, it represents the true us, who we really want to be. The Ultimate us. I stared at him, speechless. I knew he was correct, I was wrong, I WAS WRONG.As I looked up at the black, cold roof I felt a warm surge under my stomach, suddenly I looked down. He had stabbed me, now blood was pouring from within. I dropped to the ground, covering my wound with my hands. I could feel my own blood, Oh how warm it felt. Then I heard the laugh of a pure evil man, "Hahahahaha............." With that he was gone. As I kneeled in this dark room all alone I could hear the echo of the madman. This was surely the end of me, as I looked down all I say was a river of red and as I looked upon my reflection I realised. "I am not someone playing a game in a virtual world, I am someone controlled by a virtual game. My actions where not mine, but they were the actions of my computer. I wasn't me, I was someone hiding behind a firewall, an internet connection, a computer table. " I kneeled, resisting the urge to lay down in my own river of blood And as I kneeled I said something, something I didn't ever say all that time. I got up and I said it again but this time yelling it. Eventually screaming it out loud. At that moment the old man appeared again and stared down upon me. "You have done well." He got down and healed the wound. I felt a warm breeze rush up through my body. I suddenly saw the light. I was somewhere I knew off the palm of my hand. Lumbridge Castle and for the first time I appreciated being her, with nothing but three items. This time I noticed what my three items were. A symbol, a glowing golden 4 pointed star. A key, on it was engraved "The key to your Identity" And A piece of parchment, that on which said "Hot babe404, 13 Draynor Road" -------------------------------------------------------------------- Well theres my contribution, hope someone likes it lol. NOTE: The names are fake and random except hot babe404, she is a real life friend.