DevilKiller

Everything looks a bit cramped and squished, but you got a good start, so keep going.

I don't know that much about the real men that created Runescape, other than they did create Runescape. So I'm making a 'new' company to make up for the lack of knowledge I have on them. I'm also keeping up with the old story. That's my explanation. Since I'm on vacation you're more likely to get little bits and pieces of chapters, rather then one full chapter a post. I have limited time on computers in airports. I'm typing like a monkey high on bananas, or possible Nestea. Chapter 5: Cleaning Sieg: Alright everybody. Let's suit up, and get ready to carve patterns into every monster we can find. The group of new warriors finished withdrawing items from the Falador bank and began to equip themselves. Everyone were armed with the full Runite set, with the exception of Zerek, who donned his dragon leather gear and yew bow. Mimi preferred using a Battle Axe, Rose used daggers and a short sword, and Sieg dragged his humongous Two-Hander around, along with his rarely-used bow set. Van, of course, was armed with his new and improved scimitar. He twirled it around in the bank, terrifying a few civillians and recieving endless questions from other bank-goers. Sieg: Put that damn thing away Van, we don't want anyone following us... Van : (sheathes sword) You know, with a cool weapon of mass ownage like this, maybe I should give it a name. Any ideas? Zerek: Let's call it Weapon of Mass Ownage! Mimi: It kills viruses, I assume. How about V-8? Van: The energy drink, or something like that? What? Mimi: Sorry, scrap that...how about Voltage? No, maybe... Zerek: China. Van and Mimi: What? Zerek: JINX! BWAHAHAHA! Sieg: Alright everybody, let's put this guy on our Ignore list - Zerek: NononononoIwas KIDDING! Sieg: So was I... Zerek: (sigh of relief) Rose: Hold on, le me get this helmet over my darn hair... (sound of crunching hair) Finally, it's on...let's go. Van: About time, let's go on the Great Hunt! And without further interruptions or horrible humour, the newest hackers in town set off for Karamja Island. ------------------------------------------------ For F2P players, the volcano of Karamja Island is a gracious host to red spiders, lesser demons, walking skeletons, and the unfortunate dragon Elvarg, killed over and over again by enthusiastic players. It was also the passageway to Crandor Island, where the hobgoblins, moss giants, and greater demons kill, get killed, and raise themselves from the dead to get killed by more players again. The little-known secret was that underground in the volcano, was also a secret room, accessible only by the game moderators. No one could hack into it, because no one knew it existed, except Mimi, and now four other players. Mimi: It's time. Are you all ready? Sieg: Perhaps it would help if you told us what to be ready for? Mimi: No problem. You're going to see a couple of new monsters, unrealeased in Runescape. All the monsters are non-hostile, so no worries from them. Van: Then what do we worry about? Rose: That's easy to answer. What we should worry about is what we don't know is there. Zerek: Meaning there's nothing to worry about because Mimi just told us what was in the room. Mimi: Not everything. Zerek: What? Mimi: We're here to take care of a mutating virus. What you see is Van entering the room, swish hack whack, it's over? Not a chance. We all have our parts to play in trying to get rid of this virus. Rose: I suggest we put Zerek foward as bait. Zerek: (splutter) Why me? Rose: If there's nothing in that room, I haven't got a problem banishing you there. Sieg: (brittle voice) Can you...JUST...tell us what to do Mimi. We're hear to do something useful. Mimi: Alright, don't get bored, you'll have lots to do soon. Rose: Alright, spit it out. Mimi: We're going to get rid of a virus. From what we know Van's new toy is the only thing that will work. We can assume the virus will take some sort of physical / cyber form. We will all play as bait for it. Sieg: And the risk for those people who are bait? Mimi: No idea. Worse case scenario, you're computer is infected, and you start off some global chain reaction. Best case scenario, you glow red. Van: Bravo, that sounds boring. Mimi: When you type, it's going to be. Van: Boooooriing... Mimi: You're are so immature... Rose: Do you have an age above 50? Mimi: (defiantly) ...NO. Rose: Then let's get going. How do we get in? Mimi: For that, I left Sieg the honors of telling you. Sieg: =D> Thank you, thank you...ladies and gentlemen, I regret to tell you that I have a kick-a** spell none of you have. I call it (flourish) the MT! Zerek: (to Van) His head is MT. Sieg: Basically, I have a cool spell that allows me to teleport anywhere I can see on my map. MT for Map Teleport! Zerek: :-w Sieg: Now, if you would just please log out and then come back in... Rose: Did Mimi make this 'spell?' Sieg: Hah! No! Rose: Then who? Sieg: Dunno, some guy I found on the Internet. I phoned him and he got me this spell. (teleports behind Rose) And it's damn cool, don't you think? Rose: As long as no one is watching. I'm surprised Jejex doesn't know... Van: (cough) We have a schedule here, I advise we keep on it... Zerek: Indeed! Let's go in and do something. (yawn) On second thoughts... Sieg: Log out and come back in, morons. Van: Please, I don't want to play peace-keeper... (logout) Zerek: Don't wanna be a peace-keeper...eh? (logout) With a shake of her head, Rose logged out, followed by Mimi. Sieg: (mumbling) hungry... ---STILL TO BE CONTINUED...CAN YOU HOLD IT?---

I try. If this story is making your eyeballs fall out (painfully), I apologize. I'm going on vacation, so there's going to be a long break... Chapter 4: Information The next day, west of Dark Wizards, Wilderness of Ruenscape Van: So is there anything we can do? Sieg: At the moment...no. Your encounter with ZEON was brave and mighty, but you almost killed off our only way of finding out anything about this virus. Me and Rose were going to check out Karamja Island, where you were attacked, but it's probably been all cleaned up already. Van: So that's it? Sieg: (sigh) No, idiot. You're on the Internet. You'll always leave a trail, no matter how hard you try to cover it up. Rose: And that's not it. Have you checked the forums lately? Van: No. I put up a topic about the virus, but I bet it'll get moved to the Varrock Library or something. Anything else I can do to help? Rose: Not much. Maybe run around Runescape and try to find the players that got attacked. You can't keep this quiet. Sieg: Okay then...Rose, run a check through all your programs and make sure they aren't infected before you come along. Van, just...just do what Rose told you. Van: I start with the forums, right? Sieg: Right. Van: And what are you going to do? Sieg: I'm going on a cruise. To Karamja. With a click, Van logged out of Runescape. There was a silent and long pause. Rose: Siggy? Sieg: What? Rose: Are you sure it's 'me and Rose?' Or is it 'Rose and I?' Sieg: (dumbfounded look) What? You're worrying about my grammar, and you shoud be counting something on your computer. Go, go. Rose: Smart-a**. (logout) Sieg: I try. (logout) ------------------------------------------------ Somewhere on Planet Earth. Another phone call. Again... ???: This is becoming ridiculous. How many times have you called me? Manquiz: What do I know? You being the security nut, I thought you would have tapped my phone or something. ???: Tapping a phone means to listen to a phone conversation, not record a number of calls a person makes. If I wanted to do that I would call your service provider, not going on a cracking and hacking spree. Manquiz: Whatever, chill. The stat raise I asked about before? I changed my mind. I'll have it. ???: My usual fee? Manquiz: More. I got some friends who want high stats as well. ???: Well, you're getting rather open about your activities, but alright. And how far do you want me to bring up your stats? Manquiz: The ultimate. Not ninety-nine. The ultimate high, which is probably in the thousands. ???: I tried playing the game myself, pretty boring, but the stats go up to ninety-nine only. Please explain what makes you think you can go beyond. Manquiz: Ever heard of the king black dragon? The Kalphite Queen? They probably have stats, and the way they can hit players they gotta have stats beyond 99. Just a theory. ???: Very well, I will *just* raise it to the max. Just be aware you'll probably get caught quickly. No one runs around Runescape with those stats. Manquiz: Do something about that as well. (click) ???: I despise this person... ------------------------------------------------ Karamja Island, far from prying eyes and ears. Van: Alright. Sieg, Rose, I would like to introduce you to two players: Zerek, and Mimi. Rose: Interesting. Pleased to meet you two. Sieg: (grunt) Standing beside Van, Mimi and Zerek waved their hands. Mimi was all dressed up in Runite, including a Runite Battle Axe and shield. Zerek was wearing plain clothes, his brown hair blending in with his tanned skin and his leather attire. Van: These two are witnesses of the virus. Zerek was with me when I saw the troll on Karamja. Mimi here, however, is the real security nut. I found her on the tip it forums. She likes to go hacking, usually pranks. Sieg: Hacking is a crime. You (points finger at Van) just brought a criminal into Runescape What else would a hacker do? Van: Her intentions aren't malicious. And you're asking Rose to help you, and she helps by hacking. Sieg: It's not hacking, it's looking. With a little cough, Mimi raised her hand a little. Sieg: You have something to say? Mimi: I do. Sieg: What? Mimi: You just called Bill Gates and Paul Allen criminals. You're using their products. That makes just as guilty as I may be, or Rose. Sieg: Excuse me? Come again? Mimi: Look, whatever. You've been missing out. The people who hack computers for pranks, or maybe to improve, to help society, those are hackers. The people you're talking about are called crackers. Now those are some people you can go after. Sieg: And what do the 'crackers' do? Crack nuts? I bet your skull is cracked. Zerek: (yawn) Van: Please, be more mature Sieg... Sieg: People should NOT be making references to real people if they don't know them. It's just rude. It's just, it just, it's...Bah! Whatever. Let's not talk about it, I don't even know why I started... (Uncomfortable silence. Crickets chirping) Rose: ...Keep going Mimi. Mimi: Gielinor has a secret room. All the developers drop off new creations here and see if they are working. If they want to improve it, they pull it out and work at it, and bring it back. If it does, it gets copied and sent across all the servers. If it crashes the server, too bad. Rose: Why don't they make another new server, with only the monsters in them? Mimi: Too many questions. If you got booted off a server you'll probably just go to another. An empty server, however, brings up speculation. Even the German-beta test server is packed with players as Runescape normally is. I can get us all in to that room. Zerek: So we're going into that server? A server with a secret room that players shouldn't be playing in? Mimi: Yes we are. And I can do that. Weren't you paying attention? Zerek: No. Sieg: For the sake of simplicity, er... Zerek: I'm Zerek. Sieg: Zerek, okay...For the sake of simplicity, we're going hunting for a virus. Van is going to go in, kick a** with his new toy, and problem solved. I hope. Rose: What about ZEON? You think he's responsible for this? Sieg: I don't give a damn about ZEON. He's probably just a crazy NPC or something. Rose: You asked for my help in finding who was responsible for the virus so you vould strangle them with their own entrails, weren't those the words you used? Van, Mimi, and Zerek: @_@ Sieg: No. How soon can we leave. Mimi: Give me five minutes, maybe... Chapter 5: Cleaning

Chapter 3: Discovery Somewhere in North America. Not in Washington, D.C. Phone call. Manquiz: You (insert rude noun)! I paid you to get my account, not turn me into a damn troll! Explain it now, mister! ???: You were turned into a troll? Manquiz: Yes. I WAS. Don't you ever read the forums and look at the front page news at least? ???: No. Manquiz: Oh, nevermind...well, I was a troll, and I had no control over this troll. ???: Did I mention I haven't even hacked the Jejex base yet? Manquiz: What? ???: That wasn't me. There's a rumor going around about a virus that seems to have a mind of its own. It's infecting MMORPGs only. Funny at worst, downright criminal at best, for me anyways. Manquiz: How come I haven't heard about this? ???: Don't you read the front page of newspapers? Manquiz: ... ???: I take that as a no. Manquiz: When do I get my account? ???: Actually, I can do it now. I have software Jejex doesn't, and this 'software' makes it easy for me to hack into the database without breaking a sweat. Manquiz: Wait, wait, wait wait wait...You just stole more then five grand off me, and you can hack in Jejex within a second? ???: Hey, I gotta cover my trail. Manquiz: Do it. Now. ???: Alright. You'll see your precious account in two minutes. Manquiz: Oh, and I have another favor to ask of you... ???:... Manquiz: Make me a better player. Raise all my stats. And make sure Jejex doesn't find out. ???: That will cost you another grand. Manquiz: ...Nevermind. *click. ------------------------------------------------ The next day. Rose: You're back, Van. Care to meet with me and Sieg? Van: That's pretty much what I'm on for, isn't it? Back in Runescape, over the friend chat, Van was given directions to a secret meeting place that Sieg and Rose were at. They were in the wilderness, as far west as an F2P player could go. What intrigued him was that he was told to bring his handle of the scimitar. Van cut through the dark wizards, careful not to get hit. Maybe it was the blackout last night, or the troll, but he decided that being more cautious then he usually was would help a bit. Just as Van left the general vicnity of the dark wizards, a player dressed in dark robes logged on, right in front of him. Van: Ah...no. Hitting the RUN button on his settings, Van bursted into a sprint. The logged-on player turned around and fired a Bind at him. It was a weak spell, but it connected, rooting Van's feet to the ground like a magnetic force. ???: What is your name? Van: What? ???: I asked, what is your name? Van: You can read, can't you? ???: Indeed. I am sorry that I was forced to bind you. I just...wish to talk. Were you at Karamja Island when the rogue troll struck? Van: Err... ???: Two asnwers only. Yes, or no. Van:... ???: Well? Just as Van was about to answer, the efects fo the bind fell of Van's feet, like magnets burrowing further into the ground. With another wrench, Van was on the run again, but go Binded. What was going on? Bind was a weak spell, yet it kept connecting with Van. Granted, he had his armour on, but that shouldn't do too much. Who was this player? Van shifted his mouse over to the player. The name that popped up was ZEON. Van frowned. Players didn't have four-letter names. You couldn't have a four-letter names, in fact. Was this an NPC? ZEON: Anything? Sieg: What's taking you? Hurry up! Van: I'm being stalked by a player, can you give me some help?! Sieg: Funny, what's his name? For Sieg, it was simple. He planned to add the person onto his list so that he could identify him. Everybody on the friend list is signified by a green dot on the map, making it easier to find them. Van: His name is ZEON. I'm west of the dark wizards in the wilderness! Hurry up! Sieg: Okay, I'm on my way. That's not far. Beside him, the mysterious person named ZEON stared at Van in the face. ZEON: You can't escape. Give me an answer, or I will...defeat you. Van: What are you going to do with that answer? ZEON: ... Van: Well... ZEON: I would eliminate you. But my time is precious. Look behind you. Van looked back and saw Sieg, and ZEON delivered a swift kick to the essentials. Van unsheathed his dagger and tried to hit ZEON, but ZEON simply ducked. Sieg: Van! What in Ares' name are you trying to do, swiping the air like that?! Van ignored him and kept attacking the cyberspace in front of him. Behind Sieg, Rose caught up with Sieg, gaspnig for breath. Rose: That's *gasp* enough Van. *huge breath* Please stop trying to kill the air I breath with *gasp* that sword. Sieg: Did that guy say anything? Van: Yeah. He said he wanted to eliminate me... Rose: *gasp* Sieg: Rose, are you gasping because you need air, or because that sentence scared you? Rose: (shakes head) *gasp* Sieg: No? Well, say soemthing instead of exercising your lungs, because - HEY! Did you hit me Van? Van: What? Sieg: Nevermind, duck! Sieg equipped his willow bow and arrow, and as Rose and Van ducked, he launched a steel arrow from his bow. Van heard a distinctive *clunk*, signifying the arrow had bounced off someone's armour. Van and Rose moved aside, then watched Sieg arm himself with another arrow and fire it. Their eyes followed the arrow's progress, and when it came to an end at the person, they both gasped. Because that person they saw scared them. It was ZEON, no doubt about it. The same robes and staff, but ZEON was glowing, a permanent aura of evil around him. Van didn't understand how he couldnot have noticed before. His memory flashed across his mind as he noticed the colour of the aura. It was red. Just like the troll. Rose: Van... Van: What now? Rose: Take this...(streches hand out) Van stared at the long, metal object in her hands. It was a Runite scimitar, but it was missing a handle. Without missing a beat, Van snatched it from her hands and jammed it into the handle he was carrying with him. The scimitar was whole, and perfectly normal. And then it started glowing blue. Rose: Your encounter with the troll gave your scimitar weird properties, that's what I discovered when I repaired it... There was a scream, and Rose and Van turned in time to watch Sieg fly through the air like a piece of bacon thrown from a frying-pan. Van sprung from the ground and aimed his scimitar for ZEON. It connected. The result was nothing short of spectacular. Blue and red glows collided with each other into a purple mix. ZEON screamed, and Van yelled in triumph. With a mighty heft of his staff, ZEON pushed Van's new scimitar away and teleported. Van: Holy...mother of - Rose: Don't mention it. Chapter 4 - Information

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Chapter Two - Report Varrock As far as his knowledge about Runescape went, Gielinor did not have glowing trolls that attacked everything on sight. In the real world, Van shifted himself more comfortably into his chair and started typing messages to all of his friends on his Friend List. None of them were really friends, just traders and potential buyers who might want his food. Nevertheless, he got down to buisness about the glowing troll. Every response he got was useless. A particularly obnoxious trader who sold cheap tuna mocked him for his stupidity. One buyer told him to check his eyes. Frustated, he accidentely typed it out into the public chat, and someone said he might have an epileptic seizure if he kept playing. Van decided to hit the backstreets of Varrock and see if the more shady players had information. They were just as useless. It was obvious to Van that he wouldn't get any info from Runescape. He logged out, and logged in to the tip.it forums. He might get mocked even more, but he didn't care anymore. With a click, he started a new topic: "- I got attacked by a river troll with a green glow around it. it broke my rune scimmy and i could'nt even hit a 1. Please i need information on how to stop it, where it will be next, and how to fix my scimmy! thx, VAN.- " From upstairs, Van heard his mom shouting a bit at her husband. Van grinned a bit as he logged out of tip.it. Mom: Van! Dinner time! Get off the computer and do something productive, like setting the table! Van: Hold on, i'll be there soon! Van logged back into Runescape, and headed for the Varrock clothes shop. He didn't have any particular reason for doing so, maybe there was some hidden treasure there. A treasure chest with information maybe. Varrock, Clothes Shop, Top Floor Sieg: Are you sure you can't get a pin down on that virus? Rose: This isn't a virus Sieg. If it is, it's been mutated like a jelly slug in a deep-fryer pan. I don't know where to start. Sieg: Start with the Karamja island incident. Maybe the troll left something behind. Rose: I know it did. Lots of items from dead players. I'm a sixteen-year old computer nerd, not a security cracker. Within the Runescape universe, Rose was what you could consider fairly pretty. She had [bleep]y blue hair, a slim frame, and brown eyes. Sieg, on the other hand, was a muscular and bald avatar. No one knew this, because he always wore a helmet. Everytime he got excited, his helmet jiggled as if it wanted to fall off his head and run away. Sieg: And I am a pissed player who lost everything on that island. Don't piss me off even more. Tell me when you get - Van: Can I help? Sieg and Rose whirled in surprise. They stared at Van for a moment, then fell into another arguement. Rose: You told me you had a friend watching the place! Sieg: I did! Rose: Who did you ask? Was it your girlfriend? Sieg: Did not ask her! Rose: Did so! Sieg: Did not! Rose: Did so! Sieg: Did not! (Repeat the last two lines a hundred more times) Sieg: Did not! Rose: Did so! Van: Shut up! Sieg and Rose: WHAT do you WANT?! Van took a step backwards. He felt intimidated watching the two battle it out with two words each. It was like watching a game of ping-pong, but the ball was a bomb. Van: I, erm, you know,I heard about, err... Sieg: Spit it out, you babbling monkey, say something! Van tried to say something, but couldn't. He found it more interesting to watch Sieg's helmet jiggle. Van: ... Sieg: Well? Van: I had an encounter with a river troll - Sieg: Is this suppose to be a bad joke? I'm sorry, but you can bug off you little toe-rag. Van: And it was glowing. I attacked it and my scimitar broke. Sieg: Interesting. Should I report him for stupidity Rose? These things don't happen. Rose: ... Sieg : Rose? Rose: Did the troll do anything else? Van: Erm, yeah. Karamaja isn't a multi-combat area, you know, but it was attacking everyone. Rose: That's the virus Sieg. It's spreading. Sieg, Van, and Rose were silent for a while, contemplating the meaning of this news. Mom: I'm going to count down from thirty, young man! You get here or i'll turn the power off! Rose: Add us to your friend list. We'll talk later. Van: Ok, hold on...I have dinenr to eat anyways. Clicking and typing furiously, Van managed to type RoseD25 and SiegMaster into friend list. Van: Alright got your names. Where can we meet? Sieg: We'll tell you when you log back in. Mom: I've changed my mind. I'm turning the power off now. In the basement, Van was engulfed by darkness as Mom pushed the power switch to off. Mom: Alright mister, find your way to the table from down there. Don't knock anything over. Cursing and swearing, Van got up from the chair and attempted to navigate his way through the basement. He swore when he knocked something made of plastic over. Chapter 3 - Discovery

Years ago, the user by the name of barfbag started out in the Varrock Library with his own story known as 'legend of the virus.' When he started slowing down, only a tiny bit, I asked permission if I could type a post contributing to the story. It wasn't bad, and I kept going, until, one day, I got sick of it and exited tip.it.Now I'm back. And I am going to rewrite this. This is for barfbag. THE LEGEND OF THE VIRUS Chapter One - Creation Washington, D.C "And you are willing to pay how much for me to retrieve your account?" "Five hundred. I've got the cash right in my pocket." "You are asking me to hack into the Jejex database to retrieve a pathetic gaming account because you forgot the password? This isn't like you Anderson. I thought you took precautions." "Speaking of precautions, no names. Call me Manquiz." "Manquiz? Is that some sort of false Colombian name? That's a horrible precaution. You need to brush up on your social studies, kiddo." My own precautions were too much. The recovery questions I set are impossible to answer. I can't explain to Jejex I forgot the password, the recovery questions, and expect them to give my account back. Will you do it?" "Certainly, if you will pay more." "How much?" "Much more." "Deal. And I want your word you won't make any mistakes or tip me off to the police. And don't do anything weird either." "That's what I thought." ------------------------------------------------ Karamja Island Van was your average player of Runescape. He was about level 61, armed with the warrior essentials, and had a fairly decent archery skill. Like every other warrior, he defeated other warriors, got attacked by warriors, was occasionally helped by other warriors, and even sometimes defeated by other warriors. The one thing that all warriors need is food. Van was on the lookout for lobsters. Beside him, his fishing buddy coughed to get his attention. Zerek: Hey man, aren't you ever going to do anything else? I mean, I know you like buying fish from me, but this is ridiculous. No one is insane enough to spend the rest of their life fishing. And I haven't recieved any tips either. Van grinned. Zerek was easy-going, once you got to know him. Van: Relax. This is a cyber-world. No one knows who I am and no one will ever figure out that's what I do. No one even knows that Van is my real name in the real world as well. So how much for the one-hundred and twelve lobsters? Zerek: Persistent and thick-headed as ever. Very well, I shall tell you, because your stubborness is starting to kill me. Your budget will suffer a bit. Two-two-four-o-o. Van: That doesn't sound right. (grin) Zerek: Whatever, hand it over... Before the two friends could finish their transaction, they were disturbed by a rampaging river troll. Van snickered quietly and returned to the transaction. Then he looked again at the river troll. Karamja was no multi-combat area. Everyone who fished there knew that. Yet here, the river troll was swiping at everybody around itself. Fishermen were abandoning their spots, fleeing the river troll. Anyone who got clubbed by the river troll suffered major damage. Van could see the number 20 floating everywhere around players as the river troll targetted people. The most distinguishing feature of the trroll was that it was glowing red. Van: Zerek... Zerek: Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Van: Yes. Run! With no hesitation, Zerek dashed off, running like a maniac towards the ship. Van quickly equipped his Runite scimitar and charged for the troll. If he got a kill, he would recieve praises, and maybe he would get another friend. The river troll roared, and shattered Van's scimitar as he swung down. The force sent him flying back ten meters. When he collected himself, he was left with the handle, the only part left of his scimitar. The river troll was still roaring, and it chased after Van. Van decided it was time to abandon ship. He equipped his bow, and shot the monster. Obviously, the arrows didn't harm the monster, but they slowed him down. Van fumbled with his runes, and in an instant, he teleported to Varrock. Where did this river troll come from? Next: Chapter Two - Report

You've been pking too long when you punch someone, you expect to see a skull appear over your head. You've been involved with politics too long when you start sleepwalking and talking.

Varrock, Abandoned House. Our current main characters, who have just fought their own clones, are all gathered around a small table. Rose had a number of ugly bruises over her back, Sieg was cut everywhere, and Tweak had burn marks and hives popping up al over him. The mods, for some bizarre reason, were completly okay. Andrew was running a god-scan over the Island to pick up any abnormalities. Sieg: (dryly) So we were ambushed by our own clones at the New Isle. What is this suppose to mean? Tweak: it means something has gone round the bend for sure. Andrew: Shut up! I'm trying to concentrate! Jon: I'll do it. (mutes Sieg, Rose, and Tweak) Rose: *Sign language* I haven't even spoken! Simon: Erm, okay, so...I...haven't...played the trumpet for a long...time, I don't...know? Rose: (silently sighes) Andrew: OH [garden tool]! I'm picking up a new signal baby! And...Woah, is that Van? Simon: Him? He's in trouble after all the weapons I gave to that slimy little creep? Jon: He is our only hope, and to call our only hope a slimy little creep will not help in the slightest for us. *********************. Simon: Heck. (removes censor from Jon) Jon: Well, you got anyfink, Andrew: Andrew: I'm getting more...can you unmute the rest? They will want to see this. Simon: Right, (unmutes everyone) but I don't wanna still. Andrew: I...argh...aah!...I can't see anymore. Heck, better store this in memory, oh **************************. STUPID CENSOR! (removes censor) This little vaudeville show has a decay virus! Come on, Sieg, Rose, and Tweak, get in quick! With a twirl of his hands, a black hole portal opened up, beckoning the adventurers foward, with a slight hesitations moment, they jumped in. ********************************** Van: In that case, I'LL KILL YOU TOO! Spirit: Battle NOW! Screaming like demonic monsters, Van charged foward, Virus Sword held up high, and the spirit unsheathed his own Dragon Scimitar. They raised their swords and slashed at each other. As their swords connected, the Virus Sword's glow brightened even more, and the ghost's scimitar ringed like a death bell. Van brought his Virus Sword back, and the ectoplasma spirit pushed his sword farther into him, catching his armour. His chest armour, which he prided in, began to melt. Van pushed back, and his Virus Sword pushed against his nemesis' robes, and they started to burn. Mimi: INTERVENTION! Mimi raised a glowing battle axe and shoved it at the ghost's legs. Somehow, he managed to jump, and she tumbled benath him and got stamped on by him. Van took this moment to take a dagger and stab it at his legs. Spirit: WRARGH! THAT HURT, YOU'LL PAY SCUM! The evil spirit raised his sword again, and it was parried away by Van. He dived aside, towards his sword as Van lifted up a bow and fired a Rune Arrow at him. He snatched his sword up from the broken rocks and turned to face Van. Spirit: You are very skilled....for a noobie. Van: Funny, Zeon said that too. Spirit: It runs in the family. You can't actually destroy family you know. (charges foward) As the spirit stabbed at Van's face, he performed a low sweep kick. The scimitar missed Van by an inch, but, he suceeded in tripping Van. He lifted up his scimitar and prepared for a vertical stab, very much like The Sword and the Stone style. Mimi: NO! GET AWAY FROM HIM, UGLY - The rest of Mimi's words were drowned out as she launched at the freak ghost. She stuck out her foot at his lower abdomen and sent him tumbling. This time, he kept his weapon, and as he continued to roll around, he stabbed his scimitar into the ground and pushed himself up into a flying flip, landing right on his feet. Spirit: Pathetic, this is power! The mad spirit stuck out his left hand, and fire issued from it. Mimi dashed aside as Van got up and picked up his Virus Sword. He decided to direct his hand at Van, and in that single split moment, he was covered with fire. Van: ARRRGGHH!!! Mimi: NO VAN! Spirit: YES VAN! The ecto-crazy ghost laughed insanly at both of them. Enraged, Mimi launched herself at him, but she couldn't get close to him, because as he poured fire onto Van, his right hand, holding his scimitar, continued to sweep around, so Mimi couldn't get close without getting slashed. This was simply wrong, it was - BEEP Andrew: Darn it, end of show. Stupid decay virus.

Van: LET ME GO, YOU SLIMY LITTLE CREEP! Van's cries of help echoed off the cave walls, but no one seemed to hear. An ugly demon that ressembled Mangus, but wasn't, inched closer to him, with a wild and hungry look on his face. Horrified, Van turned and tried to run out of the cave door, but it turned into a pack of solid earth again and he simply bounced off it. Trapped in the cave for more then a few days, Van's internal systems were crying out for water and food. His brain demanded he should sleep, but he couldn't sleep with a demon constantly following him around. Once, he tried staying still, to see what would happen, and the demon attempted to eat him. Already, he had a scratch on his left arm signifying the torture he endured in this cave. Mimi was in a similar state, but was a bit better off, wearing lighter armour. Ugly Demon: Ah...how touching...Yum, yum. Mimi: ...I've had enough, I'LL KILL YOU! Just as Van lifted up his glowing weapon, the door reopened again and Rose, Tweak, Sieg, and some other uncouncious player tumbled in, the clones the moderators made outside of the room. Van lept at the door, but it melted into earth again. Van: Woah...completly random...(turns to see clones) ROSE! SIEG, TWEAKO! AAHH!...oh, you're all unconcious... As Van came foward and attempted to wake Rose, a rumbling filled his very ears. Above him, the ceiling crumbled a bit, exposing a large book. Glowing blue, and shined forth an aura of evil, but it tempted Van as well. The book fell and flapped onto the floor, and layed opened. As Van stared at it, mesmerised, a spirit suddenly burst out of the book. As the spirit completed squeezing through the pages, it turned to him. Van felt his very blood chill. Not like the books display it, but as if his entire body was now made of ice. That chilly. Chilly cold, not hot. Spirit: So...the heroes of Runescape send some pathetic clones in to deal with me...Quite dissappointing. Personally, this is stupid... Suddenly, four Air Strikes zoomed into the room and connected with Van's friends and the other stranger. They all woke up screaming and looked widly around. Rose Clone: AH! VAN! IT'S YOU! Tweak Clone: Hoy, calm down Rose! Spirit: Enough of this. I think i'll send some chaos right back in their face. MINGROPHISAL! Van watched, horrified as the spirit sent a red magic pouring down onto the four adventurers. Crying in fear, Van lept foward, and the demon reached out and pulled Van back by the toe. He could only watch helplessly as their eye color changed to a blood-red evil. They got up and promptly headed for the door. Van reached out for it, but the demon snapped foward and caught Van by the toe. The demon snarled at Van's neck like Fluffy and readied himself for a biting position. Spirit: NO! Get away from him! The pyscotic ectoplasma ghost pointed his hand and the hungry demon, and it vanished. Rubbing his neck, Van turned to face the spirit, shifting his Virus Sword a bit. Spirit: So the fate of Runescape is decided by a glowing toy and a starving noobie with his girlfiend - Mimi: I'm not his girlfriend! Spirit: Don't interrupt me! And I said girl-FIEND! Anyways, Jejex is soon to be wiped out by the my powers. I am the living word, everything I say is true indeed! Your friends are outside of this room, battling the clones I turned against them. We shall battle too! NOTHING CAN STOP ME! Van: In the case, (reveals Virus Sword) I'LL KILL YOU TOO! AND BY THE WAY, NOTHING CAN KILL YOU! Mimi: Here we go again...I really need some sleep, and I have to battle instead. Sheesh.

I'm sorry, I only had a quick dash through the story to check out what the heck was going on. I will, however, make some modificatinos if so.

The home that she had grown up into, though not born into couldn't have been anymore ruined. A series of events had engulfed Geilenor the same way a tsunami could cover up an ant hill. The ocean-blue body of the Oracle was bleeding on a mountain that overlooked the countryside, Falador laid in ruins still, the power of Zamorak, which had almost completly destroyed the City of White Knights, in turn, took a beating from another god. Elinor Yestr̮̩̉̉ was completly confused. Well, wouldn't someone be if you happen to be in Falador and recieved a whack across the back of your helmet by a black sword? Before the Black Knights actually had swarmed Falador, Elinor quickly teleported herself away from what would have been mass chaos. The people of Varrock had no clue what fate had befallen yet on them. But the justice force that was there automatically pursued her the moment they saw her. It was only later on through a few time-rips and viewing that she discovered why they did. Obstinate pig-heads. Elinor fleed to the wilderness, having no clue what act she had commited by entering the realm of evil. -*-*-* Many days later *-*-*- "Gosh darn it, is there no end to this accursed life i'm leading now?!" Elinor shouted in frustration. Her outburst was met with a tiny silence, and somewhere far away, a few birds of prey screeched in surprise. She wasn't some hermit surviver, she was suppose to be a circus mage, where she made a decent living for once then the place she had lived in before. Pealing off her witch's hat, she bitterly wondered how her friend Alston was doing. Probably dancing over a battlefield and dodging orc arrows. FLASH! Help... No, mercy, please, i'll do anything for you... Get going! I'll deal with him... I mean no harm. Please stay here and listen... Elinor's curiosity peaked up. Who would be making that kind of statement in the wilderness? The dimension where Death and Life held hands together, there should normally had been some screaming. For a moment, she thought of the force she met in Varrock, but she didn't think so. Picking her way across a battefield, her eyes saw an extremly strange sight. She was so sure that her eye would have met some kind of pathetic and lame person who needed help. But her eyes met a battle instead. Two fighters, one who was cloaked and had a sycthe like Death, the other holding some staff. She couldn't tell the features of either. Then her ears took over, and she stealthily moved closer. She thoguht for a moment the cloaked figure detected her presnce, but then turned towards the other one. He (was it he?) sent a spell flying towards the other one, but before it connected, the maged figurer glowed blue, and the spell melted in thin air like particles in the wind. The Elinor knew, though she didn't know. The Judge of Hell was fighting against the Guardian of Light. The Guardian teleported, liek a fading ghost, as The Judge tried to kick her and fell f ace foward into the mud. As he got back, he screamed some incomprehensible words and vanished, both in anger. An arrow pierced her back. It was only through instinct that Elinor managed to whip around, send the arrow flying back, and unleash her staff. A ranger faced her, another arrow already set. With a resounding twang, the arrow leaped foward towards her head. Elinor twirled her staff and knocked the arrow out of the air. The ranger grinned wildly, but in a taunting, leering, evil way. "You have met me well. Many who have seen their faces don't usually get to tell other people about it. I am Zaros. Who are you?" The ranger said. Elinor replied, "I am the one who seeks a way to live life as it was suppose to be. And although I will not divulge my name, it would be a pleasure to know your buisness." With lightning speed, Zaros stuck another arrow onto his bow and fired. Burning crimson red, the arrow was knocked aside again, and landed in a tree. A fire burst, and Elinor felt its heat warming her. "You want my buisness? So be it," Zaros chuckled evily as he raised another arrow onto his bow, but did not fire. "It is to kill you." "Hope is often born, when all seems forlorn," Elinor muttered. "I hope you know how to bounce all over Geilenor." With those words, she removed her teleport runes, but before she could whisk herself away from Zaros, another arrow set alight, right into her hands. She was forced to drop them, and he simply set a ring a fire around the runes. She was trapped, with an insane ranger to deal with. Launching a Fire Blast, Zaros grinned again as he dodged aside and shot Elinor again. The arrow connected this time and she sank down. A mass of swirls and colors engulfed Elinor as she fell to her knees. So this is what a real fight is like, she thought. No action, just two hits and one must die...and I'm the one that dies. This was completly confusing. She had a nice chat with Zaros and then suddenly was shot. This wasn't the way of man...maybe he wasn't a man.

Zezima, Jon, Simon, And Andrew launched foward and grabbed hold of the clones. With a quick knock of their weapons, they became stunned, their heads lolling on their shoulders. Right at that moment, 4 Dr. Fords appeared and peered intently at their unfortunate victims. Dr. Ford 1: Hmm, he's in critical shape. Has a nasty bruise, this one. (points to Zezima clone) Dr. Ford 3: I agree. But how, is truly the question. Seems as if he were hit by a weapon. Dr. Ford 4: Yes, I think that's the mark of a Two-Hander. The bump is kind of long but not wide. Dr. Ford 3: Well, the female looks okay, no, wait, sh'es not...eh heh. (nudges to Rose clone) Dr. Ford 2: Hey guys, check this one out, he looks kinda physco. His eyes are crossed. (waves to Sieg clone) Sieg: Hey, i'm not physco! Dr. Ford 2: Whatever, I'm going to have to do a bit of surgery on this poor man's head. Ok, how many fingers do you - Andrew: I should have never got this random event. It's a nightmare. (snaps fingers, the Dr. Fords dissappear) Jon: So...do we? (comical laugh) Simon: Yes, yes, comeon... Zezima: And I thought my Two-Hander was heavy... Clipping their weapons to their side somehow, Zezima, Jon, Andrew, and Simon haul the clones in. Jon whips out a few runes, muttered an incantation and sent a spell flying into the room. Moments later, the Zezima/Rose/Sieg/Tweak clones all screamed at once as they woke up. Rose: And now... Tweak: We wait. Andrew: Movie quotes are bad enough, espicially from Harry Potter. Just shut up and stay alert. (comical laugh) Sieg: Shut up with the laughing will you? It's bad enough to listen to your annoying voice, but even we can't shut you up! Andrew: Unfortunatly for you pal, i'm also a prefect, I mean mod, so shut up or you'll get detention, I mean i'll mute you! Sieg: Hark who's talking about Harry Potter quotes! Suddenly, Ronald Weasly Apparated into their midst, looknig surprised and having half an eyebrow missing. Ron: Oops, how did I get here....nevermind... Scrunching up his face, Ron did a graceful ballet piroutte that would have shamed a professional ballet dancer and somehow Disapparated. Jon and Simon looked at each other as he dissapeared with a funny sort of expression on their face. Jon and Simon: It was him! Not me! Rose and Tweak: Shut up! Simon: OH [garden tool]! LOOK WHOS' GETTING FIERY - Tweak: No, there's a noise from inside the room. A sort of snarling noise of a three-headed dog reached their ears, sounding exactly like Fluffy from the first Harry Potter movie. Jon: ...Felix Felicis anyone? Rose: Wha? Jon: Lucky potion. Rose: Oh, no thanks. Even if I were about to die I wouldn't take a potion or drink from you at all - The door that seperated the band of adventurous adventurers and the room burst open, and the clones came hurling back. Their eyes had become sunset red, and their weapons glowed red as well. Yet there was something wrong about this red, it seemed to flow and move on its own, as if it were alive. They looked positivly bloodthirsty. Sieg Clone: ATTTAAACCKKK! GET THAT ONE! (points to Rose) Rose: Oh, look who's acting sexist now. And don't you remember pointing is rude? Sieg Clone: (looking ashamed) ...Whatever. (bashes Rose across the face with a Two-Hander) Jon: Only one this to do...AHHHAAAAHHAHAHHHATAACCKK! Jon leapt foward and sweeped his hidden Battle-Axe at the Tweak Clone's legs. Tweak Clone flipped gracefully, and landing on his feet, sent a bunch of Air Bolts flying. As the party tried to tell who's spell was who, the Sieg and the Zezima Clones took advantage of this and started attacking. Disoriented, the real Zezima accidently stabbed his Two-Hander into the ground. Whipping out two dragon daggers and twirling them like a ninja, Zezima launched them at Rose Clone, who simply blocked it with her axe. Andrew kicked out at Sieg Clone, and as he stumbled he ran right into Zezima's Two-Hander in the ground and flipped onto his face. Rose lifted her own glowing Battle Axe and whacked and whacked the crazy clone over and over again like what an old lady does to a gangster who tried to kill her with her bamboo cane. Simon decided it was time to leap into action. Unleashing his Air Battlestaff, He pelted Air Wave after Air Wave into the air. The turbulence was enough to sweep the Zezima Clone off his feet. Instead of stabbing his Two-Hander into the ground this time, he held it out, so as he flipped, he somehow manage to connect with Sieg's armour as he flopped to his back. Sieg brandished his Granite Shield and used it like a weapon, repeatingly smashing it into Zezima Clone. Zezima Clone kicked out and sent the shield flying, and hopped back onto his feet. Jon practically flew like a bird and conencted his feet with Zezima Clone's face. He fell down again. The Tweak Clone, Simon, And Tweak were dueling it out, sending out the most powerful spells known to Runescape. Tiem and time again, Simon and Tweak dived into each others way to take the damage that was sent to each other. As Tweak was protected by Simon's body again, he unsheated his new dragon sword, quickly equipped it with a Saradomin spell, and blasted at the Tweak Clone like a machine gun to a dummy. Fire kept burning into the Tweak Clone and he started to follow the fire procedure. In case you don't know, the procedure is stop, drop and roll like a maniac. Andrew was attempting to keep up with the Rose's maniac speed. Possesing an agility that would have blown the highscore apart, she zoomed around Andrew, whacking him with her axe and evil wit. It was frustrating. Rose: Only I have the brains to rule the Lylat! Andrew: Star Fox 64...(gets hit) Rose Clone: Hey come on! Together, we will ruel the galaxy! JOIN ME! Andrew: Star Wars, Episode 4, The Empire Strikes - (gets hit again) Rose Clone: Right back at yah! Andrew: Kirby...JUST SHUT U - (gets hit) Rose Clone: Come on little man! Shoot me! Andrew: Star Fox 64 again...HEY, THANKS FOR THE IDEA! Andrew used his magical staff to push Rose Clone away from his slightly, and blasted the earth beneath him with a Fire Wave. Protected by flames, he had all the time he wanted to shoot Earth Bolts at her. She squealed like a pig as an Earth Bolt connected with her face. Rose Clone: MY MAKEUP! HE FOUL, LYING, DIRTY, CHEAP SON OF A - (gets hit by Earth Wave) AAAH, LOOK AT ME! Jon: Hey guys, wanna teleport out? Andrew: Yeah. i'm getting tired of this cheapo clone i'm fighting. Sieg, Tweak, Rose: GET US OUTTA HERE!!! Simon: SHUT UP! (Teleports Sieg and Tweak out to Falador) Teleport em to Fally! Jon: Okay. (dodges flying dagger and teleports Rose out) Andrew: GO GO GO! (teleports out) Jon: (extremly loud and comical laugh) (teleports out with Simon) Now, ponder on this question...WHERE DID VAN GO?

Tweak watched with exhaliration as Andrew charged foward like a mad monkey and slam his battle axe into Mangus. He dissolved into little pieces and was forced into the ground by Andrew. Then turning around to the monastery, he pumped a good Water Wave at the monastery and put all the raging infernoes out. And yet, Tweak was still trapped in a cube of ice. How original of Andrew. Before Tweak could send out a loud PM, Andrew flashed out his teleport runes to Varrock and vanished in a mini-ball of cosmic energy. He furiously tried to pund his arms on the ice, but there was no room to mvoe his arms anyways. Suddenly, he felt the effects of melting ice all over him. When his head was clear, he twisted it and saw Sieg was melting him with the same fire from the monastery on a torch. For some reason, he melted faster then the normal melting rate for fire against ice, but he didn't care. His muscles were stiff and freezing cold. Tweak: Phew, Th-th-thanks a b-bunch for m-melting me out. (Teeth chatter) Sieg: No problemo. I have to anyways. Andrew demands another meeting. This time, all of us, Rose, me, you, such and such. I hear Zezima is comin' over too. However, our ranger friend isn't comin' over. He's got his stuff already. Simon told me he's havin fun. Tweak: Right now? And where? (Teeth chatter) And how did Simon know? Sieg: Yeppers, right now. In the Varrock castle. Andrew is probably already there. And how did Simon know? Ask Andrew you idiot, not me. Tweak: R-Right... (tosses Sieg teleport runes) Shall w-we proceed? I havent' seen R-Ro-Rose for some while. Sieg: Darn too right. Let's go. ************** Varrock Palace, noon. Andrew: It was about time you arrived. I assumed you would have melted Tweak out sooner then that, Sieg. Sieg, Rose, and Tweak were gathered at on of the towers of the castle. Zezima, as Sieg predicted, was there as well. Despite his reputation as not the best Player-Killer, he was sure an immpresive sight. There wasn't an inch of skin to be seen, as it was all covered by dragon armour. He held one dragon Two-Hander in his hand that was glowing green softly, and his other hand held a Granite Shield, also glowing green. Only his head was visible, and he had short brown hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a soft expression, though anyone doubted whether he was soft enough to kill that easily. Simon was clad in the best ranger armour, black dragonhide. His magic bow glowed green as well, as if he were about to use a special attack. Attached to his leg was a poisoned dragon dagger, though it was not glowing. Andrew himself was not wearing any armour, but he had done something to his skin: It seemed to look as tough as metal. Rose: You had to melt Tweak a bit? Sieg: Yeah. He got trapped a cube of ice. Pathetic, he couldn't melt himself out. Tweak: Hey, watch what you say! Sieg: You wanna have a go, Ice Boy? Tweak: No, actually. Simon: Gentlemento, I mean gentlemen, please, will you just shut your trap? Tweak: Why didn't you use one of you awesome powers to shatter that bloody ice, hmm? Sieg: What if Mangus came out and decided to attack me? Tweak: Are you kidding? He was buried into the ground, That little piece of - Zezima: Shut up you ****** Andrew: Times up. I'm gonna mute both of you. (mutes Sieg and Tweak) I apoligize about that annoying censor, Zez. Ah, finally, some peace... Andrew adorned a face of fake relaxation for a moment, before it returned to its normal stern poker-face. Simon: Well, today, we're meeting, obviously for a reason. Rose: (Giggles) Simon: I'll mute you too. (mutes Rose) Anyways, Andrew made a discovery while he was on his new created island for the F2P players. Each glitch that you see on it represents each feature of Mangus. The room for the strongest players only is the main control center for his arms. We know of this because Andrew manage to destroy a part of it. As Tweak saw, he was buried. And he hasn't dug his way out yet. Andrew: So, today's mission is to visit our old island and blow up that room so every glitch you saw in it get's out. I wouldn't think Mangus would put his entire soul into one room that could be destroyed a cannon. Most likely, he spread his virtuality all over Runescape, so we're going to have to do bit of searching. But if we destroy the cave with Mangus' glitchery thingies, we'll reduce his strength a major way. Rose: (raises hand) Simon: Yes, what is it Rose? (unmutes Rose) Rose: Well, how the heck do we know this isn't just a trap? For all we know? Mangus could have just let Andrew know that so he could get all the best players in one spot and do one good wipe. Andrew: Ah, yes. Another point of this meeting is that I need you, so I can clone all of you. Then, we will send in your clones and see what happens. If there is no trap, your clones can proceed to wipe out some of Mangus' data, and we can leave the island and let them do the work. Afterwards, we can wipe them from a distance again. If there a trap indeed, we will get some of Runescape's best rangers, clone them, and have them shoot everything they have into that room. Sieg: (Raises hand) Simon: (Unmutes Sieg) Sieg: Do we get new weapons for this? Simon: Ooh, we do. Zezima: What kind? I'm getting tired of holding up this stupid Two-Hander. I'm going to ditch this in my bank, unless you do something about the weight. Simon: Would you do the introduction please, Andrew? Andrew: My pleasure. (grins) For Tweak, we've discovered his new Lava Staff we got him in the middle of the battle that Simon and Mangus fought had a glitch, so he was luckly he didn't use it too much. We got him a dragon longsword. Tweak: (Raises hand) Simon: (Unmutes Tweak) In case your response to this is, "My attack level isn't high enough," no worries. I'll just hack your system a bit and give you a level 60 A.T.T. The beauty of your new sword is that is works just like a staff as well; you can equip it with a spell and it'll do the work for you. It also fires two times faster then a short bow ranger, so you can put the hurt on enemies BADLY. (turns to Sieg) And we decided Sieg needs a weapon change too. We got a bow for you that acts just like the one we gave you before. (Hands Sieg magic longbow) Sieg: Um...Then why did you make it? Andrew: Take a good look at the bottom edge of it. That little notch, you smack hard enough, drop it, and it will blow like a cannonball slamming into an apple pie. At the same time, you have to say, "Retrivieo BombBow," and you'll get a new one to use. Pretty handy, as a distraction, as a lung problem, as whatever you can think of with poision smoke. This will only affect irregularites, basically, the viruses, Mangus, and so on. So you try to blow it up in my face, I'll walk right through that smoke like nothing and can still be able to see through it. Sieg: BombBow?... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! (falls over laughing) Simon: ...Whatever, i couldn't think of a better name. And for our lovely Rose here, we're upgrading her Battle Axe. It's special attack has been modified so not only will it damage, but it will hit evey enemy in sight, despite if you're in a multi-combat area or NOT. As well, when it hits, the enemy will be stunned for precisely 10 seconds. And even after, they'll feel a bit funky. Rose: Thanks. (takes battle axe) Zezima: And me... Andrew: Yes, we will reduce the weight of your weapon as well. But you don't need any weapon upgrades. We decided your armour could do a bit of changing though. If a ranging or magical enemy fires at you, you can laugh your head as your Granite Shield bounces it back towards your enemy and blows up in his stomach. When the projectile hits you and bouces back, it gets an automatic sensor-dentonator, so that's how it works. Mind no one jumps in the way though. Same thing with weapons. If an Ice Giant tried to hit you, your armour will grab hold of it and whack them with it, most likely killing them. Zezima: Grab hold of? Andrew: Yes, here's a demostration. (grabs hold of Simon and forces his arm towards Zezima) Zezima's chest armour punched out like sping fist and molded itself into one huge fist. It grabbed hold of Simon and threw him across the room. As Simon screamed at the top of his lungs, the fist melted back into the armour, as if it never existed. Zezima:....Bizzare. Andrew: Whatever. But I think you need it. Simon: Mumble, mumble...Okay, let's go to the island now... *********** New Island, noob, er, I mean noon. Andrew: Alright. Everyone suited up? Sieg, Rose, Tweak, Simon, Zezima: Yeah. Andrew: Okay. As we go down to our room, we're gonna have a few more mods here and there join us. After, we'll do a bit of cloning and send them in. The band of pyscotic adventurers bravely set their foot into a portal, and they were whisked underground, into a cave. Time was the essence now, so they couldn't be bothered to use the stairs. They all felt themselves materialise in front of the room of Mangus' data, the room that decided the future of his arms. Andrew: Funny, I wonder where Mod Jon is, he isn't here...Oh, there you are, you sneak! Mod Jon materialised out of the shadows of a long staglamite. He, like Zezima, was clad almost completly with Dragon armour, though it was glowing orange. His head was covered by a Robin Hood hat, and he also had the Robin Hood boots attached to his seemingly small feet. A magic bow dangled from his hand, and his quiver of poisoned Adamant arrows glowed with a threatening blood-red light. Simon: Hey man, about time we met you. I haven't seen you at work for some while! Jon: I would have said the same thing, but you beat me to it! (comical laugh) Simon: Yeah, no doubt. Any progress you actually made? (comical laugh) Jon: Yes, actually. I did a bit of hacking and made my own personal spyware. I took a goood look at this room we're about to enter and, apparently, we will remove, precisely, his right arm and left. The hands will be left floating in mid air. Rose: (Saracastic tone) That's useful... Sieg: Correct, actually. He ain't doing no more magic or holding a weapon anymore. On the negative side, his arms will act like massive clubs now. Tweak: He said the arms, not the hands. Sieg: ...Oh. Simon: We don't have all day, let's get cloning now. Andrew: Right on. Jon, Simon and Andrwe all raised their hands at once and pointed at the four other players of Runescape. The effect was different for everyone. Rose felt as though her head was going to blow, Sieg thought his heart would crack his ribs, Zezima was looking close to clutching his throat and ripping it off, and Tweak's leg were trying to do the funky. As they endure the crazy pain, particles floated out from their skin and reassembled themselves. Soon, there were 4 cloned players. Andrew: ...Let's do it. Jon, Simon, Zezima, send them in.

A place ruled by the King and Queen Whale, lord of the mighty....was it city or town? Head Chef

Grr, stupid internet made me post twice.

Here goes my profile. And for Forsaken Mage's sake, I'll make a female character. I need a challenge, and a big one. Do you mind if I use your profile style, Necromagus? Name: Elinor Yestr̮̩̉̉ Race: Pure Human/ Height: 5'7 Weight: 150 lbs Gender: Female Age: 37 Appearance: Dressed in the plain ordinary wizarding robes, Elinor hides her runes in her mind, where she learnt how to store items in space, and can retrieve them when neccesary. With auburn hair, eyes that are the color of Natures' finest trees, and a slim build, it's not surprising to know she is rather dashing. Skills - Melee - Elinor is a terrible swordsman, or swordlady, but is quite proficient with smaller weapons, such as daggers. Her trademark melee move is a fancy twirl with two daggers in each hand, either slashing away at one opponent, or multiple enemies around her. Assuming she gets hold of two daggers. Ranging - If her nose was right up to a wall she still wouldn't be able to shoot it. She aims terribly with any rangery type of weapon. However, if she powers herself, she wil lbecame any other ordinary ranger, albiet a ranger that doesn't carry a bow with him. Magic - This is where her true nature of combat is revealed. Knowing advaned spells of Runescape, she has also experimented and created a few new spells for her own. Her spell, Befuddle, will daze and confuse the opponent, and if lucky enough, they may accidently hit themselves. Her trademark magical move is the Saradomin Strikes that she learnt while wandering Runescape. Life Story - Unlike other adventurers who learn skills by themselves, she was taught by an old mage. Using whatever resources she could get her hands onto, she practiced spells under his eye and never used it for harm, only good. She was capable of healing and hiding the innocent, and she could do rather painful spells, though she never used them. When she was 21, her Teacher caught an incurable illness, and before long, he was put on his death bed. Before he actually died, he gave his final words. He commanded Elinor to help as many as she could before her time was over. Eager to help, she realised no one would accept her powers openly, or in public. Dissappointed at the lack of need, she became a circus mage. She astounded the poor and rich alike with fireworks, exploding swords and flying armour pieces. She never achieved a huge popularity, but she was well-known by underground organizations. When she became older, at 36, a justice force accused her of killing an innocent civillian. Forced to flee into the wilderness, she was surprised with herself on how well she adapted. She hunted using darts, using her magic to power herself. She learnt how to fade away into the darkness, so she was never caught. She has no friends.

Chapter 1: After the War. As Alston trudged wearily through the halls of the Healing Spire, he saw many soldiers injured. One man had a cut right across his knee, another had a large lump rising out of his head, and particularly fat man had a gash across his stomach. After a few moments of examining the disgusting wounds, Alston continued to trudge, and found himself at Tron's bed. Alston: Heyo Tron. How you doing? How many did you kill? Tron: Let's see...(holds up fingers)I killed one orc, no I mean man - (lowers a finger) and some fat one with an iron collar, dunno where he got it from - (lowers another finger) and I also - oh heck, all my other fingers have been cut off! It was true, indeed. Where men usually have middle finger, a fourth finger and a pinky, was a bleeding mess, and an empty space. Tron: AAAAHHH!! Alston: Shut up moron! You're not in THAT much pain! You wouldn't be in this bed then! Tron: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! Alston: No, really, shut up! Tron: (leans up close to Alston) Fine, but I get a bowl of soup for doing so. Alston: Nope. See you later. Tron: Hey, come back!!! With a flick of his hair, Alston charged out of the Healing Spire to escape the stupidity of Tron. Tron: (In the distance) Get me soup! Lot'sa meat, and no peas! Alston stopped running when he passed through the doors of the Healing Spire. As he was a bit hungry himself, Alston headed off to the army kitchens, where he could get himself a nice bowl of soup, though not for Tron. As he continued his journey, he bumped into a tall, hooded man. Alston: Hey, er, sorry for bumping into you, I didn't mean to - Hooded Man: Ah...I have found you... please follow me. Slightly mystified, Alston shook his head a bit and followed the mysterious person. Hooded Man: I just wish to make sure, what is your name? Alston: Um, er...Alston. Hooded Man: It is you then. Good. Alston: Why? At this, the man sighed a bit. Hooded Man: We will talk later. We need a private place to talk first. The hooded man and Alston continued on for a while. At the town square, the man took a sharp turn and entered into one of the alleyways. As they continued along the smelly, damp alley, the man muttered words under his breath that Alston couldn't make out. Alston couldn't help inquiring about this. Alston: Um...Sir, why are you muttering words under your breath? Hooded Man: I am simply removing each invisible barrier so that we can pass. There is one right in front of me, why don't you try gonig through it? Without asking questions, Alston stepped foward, in front of the hooded man. As he continued he was surprised. There was some sort of invisble wall, like a solid air. He tried to push his hand foward, but the barrier pushed back at him as if it were a gust of wind. Yet, Alston couldn't feel any wind or heat changes. Behind him, the man smiled, thoguh he would have never known it. Hooded Man: You see? You cannot pass without the magic knowledge. We will continue on our journey now. The hooded man resumed his muttering, and Alston fell foward as the barrier dissappeared. Swearing quietly and picking himself up, he wiped the dirt of himself and followed the hooded man. It went like for some time. At last, they came to a dead end. Alston couldn't see any kind of door and secret level/switch. The hooded man changed his tone, and cried like an imbecile old fart, with some strange language yet. Hooded Man: Inauis herios, opunasio invisbla passgetay! ( Iaus is here, open the passegeway!) Nothing happened. Then Alston noticed something. The air in front of him seemed to swirl around, though he didn't know how he could see it. The leaves started twirling around like a bunch of amature dancers, and the rats squeaked as the ducked into their holes for cover. Then suddenly, without any warning, a hold appeared in the air. It was like looknig through a window, and the cleanest window ever. A man with a bald head stuck out of it. Bald man: You're clear, no one behind you. It's safe. Hooded Man: Thank you. The hole shrank into nothing, the wind stopped, and the leaves fell dead. The hooded man turned around to face Alston. Hooded Man: My name is Guross. I am one of the few remaining mages left of the anchient clan of Phorotassiano, called Phos for short. I was sent by the leader to warn you of a danger one cannot speak of. Yes, you are in grave danger. Alston: Go on. Guross: You were in the battle against wild men, in search for a magical wand, as I remember. The leader - Alston: Why don't you just tell me his name? Guross: (highly insulted) He prefers...a certain amount of anonomity. Surely, you of all people should understand that. Alston: ??? Guross: I, erm..said nothing. Anyways, the leader discovered in the middle of battle, that the Wand was not there. It had already been taken, but not by the wild men. There are new creatures of shadow in this world now. Not even the might of Asgonorth, the White Dragon, could even delay them a single second. They control nature like a slave, but a slave that is capable of destroying them. We need the wand. Alston: Wat does this have to do with me? Guross: Reliable messengers tell us this much, but now come to perhaps myth. A dying elf captain prophesised this. Seek the blade and the bow, he said. So far, I have found no other person with a relation to the other fighting type, except you. You have to find the wand. Find the wand and destroy the evil, the world will remember you as a saviour who protected the earth from an unspeakable evil. Ignore this, and the world will remember you as the man, who was suppose to save them, who stepped aside to let their lives be destroyed.

The Blade and the Bow Excerpt from the Book of the Wise: When thee light fails and thy darkness rise, come two men in evil disguise. One shall fight, one shall shoot, together they will trod a long route. When darkness meets light and good and evil meet, created is Twilight, and so is deceit. And now I shall - Book 1 Prolougue: The Battle of Nothing Chapter 1: After the War Chapter 2: The Unbreakable Alliance Book 1 Prolougue: The Battle for Nothing In the forest of Norgoth, battle raged. Elf and Man united together to resist the power and fury of the enemy. The Wild Men lept from tree to tree, howling widly as they prodded their enemies. They responded by hurling stones and darts, and slashing the air with their cruel iron. Fire greedily consumed the trees and burned animals that should have lived a long and peaceful life. The blade BÃÆÃâÃâéstlÃÆÃâÃâä, which was wielded by Nurfaill, cut man and tree recklessly. Alston's bow sang as it fired arrows. Both sides were battling for something common. In the forest itself was a treasure beyond the value of the weight of a thousand gold bars. Dirty and wet, the Wand of Nature resided somewhere in Norgoth. Is was known by few, and was used by fewer. Those who used it commanded nature to their bidding, to make it Heaven, or Hell. It was the power of the mystic, one that few could find, and fewer could use without being consumed by greed. On the side of Free People, the Light, they wanted the wand to restore the ancient garden of Surpoc, which held a secret to destroying evil. The Wild Men of the Dark, uncivilised as they were, heard of it's ancient powers, and wanted the wand to destroy the Norgoth and create another forest in its place, a forest which Hell would breed. War tore all reasoning apart, and they fought constantly for it. Near the forest edge, the elven captain had sustained a serious injury. As the Men fought to prevent any more weapon or arrow come closer to him, the elves swiftly bore him out of the fray. He was rushed to the monks, waiting near in disguise to heal him. The monks concluded immediatly that they could not help him, and requested him to make a final wish quickly. As he was lain down in bed, he spoke his will. "We fought - war for - nothing. I - believe that - wand - is already - taken - by - someone else - we - need - him. Seek - the - man and - elf. They - have no - idea of what they have. They - hold - not only - the Wand - but a blade BÃÆÃâÃâéstlÃÆÃâÃâä - and other - has - big - yew bow -" The elven captain stiffened, and all life was extinguished from him, as quickly as Death would strike a peasant dead with plague. ********** As quickly as the elven captain gave his last order, was it commanded. A messenger sent by the monks rushed into battle and cried, "Retreat! This battle is finished! There is nothing to seek here anymore! Flee!" Some of the men were glad to respond to such call, and hurried back, though a few were caught in the vicious storm of stones and dart. The elves, however, remained behind. They felt no pity for the Wild Men, as ages before, they claimed that they had killed a elven warrior wandering the forest. The Wild Men say that he was vicious and they had no choice but to counter. Neither explanation worked well for the other, and so their anger for each other was not lessened. The Time of Demise, the Age of Doom, the Arrival of Hell, neither of these three can compare to the wars fought over for the Wand. Today, it was the Age of Destruction and Death.

I have fans? COOL!!! Pottymouth? Is that all Simon could think of? May somebody please have pity on his poor brain. Mangus slammed the blood-red longsword into the side of Simon's head. Fortunatly, Simon had hacked his own system and given himself a good hitpoint raise, going up to 999. The number 100 flashed over his head. Simon was a bit dazed from the whack, but manage to freeze Mangus before he put in another shot. Preparing to fire his new creation, Befuddle, at Mangus, the ice melted as Mangus somehow heated himself up. Mangus barely dived out of the way as Simon's new spell flew from his hands to the spot he had been before. Had the Befuddle spell hit him, his stats would have been changed to lower, all the way back to 1. Assuming Mangus used stats. Simon and Mangus continued to duel each other for a few minutes, before Simon realised something. How can he keep using a special attack, Simon though. He finally noticed that everytime Mangus struck, the classic red blur would always be there. ???: TELEPORT FALADOR! Simon and Mangus both whipped around, and Andrew's teleportation spell sank into Simon's build. Simon felt his entire body be lifted up into the air. The warp tunnel made a passage to Falador, and he flew. Andrew: It was about time Mangus. I bet you were bored fighting Simon, easy as pie? Mangus: ... Andrew: Well, they say action speaks louder then words. So say hello to Dr. Ford. Or maybe to the ground. With an incredible agility, Andrew leapt foward and sank his poisoned battle axe into Mangus' stomach. He didn't even have time to cry out as his being dissolved into little balls of matter. As they floated around, Andrw drilled a small hole into the ground with the handle of his axe, and guided the matter into the hole. Mangus would stay there, but not forever. Andrew reached into his mind and atempted to call Sieg. Andrew: Sieg, where in the name of cheese are you? Sieg: I'm in the burning monastery. Can you do anything about it? Andrew: Sure. You will not object to getting wet? Sieg: I do, actually. Andrew: Too bad. Brace yourself! Turning to the still-burning monastery, Andrew tensed his arms as he yet reached into his mind again to sum up the largest Water Wave he could. When he felt he was going to explode, he let his mind snap, and a tsunami poured out of hands. Directing his hands carefully, he doused out every flame in sight. One small spray for firemen, one giant tsunami for the widlerness.

If I am correct, is there not a rule concerning abuse of customer support?...

With those evil barrow weapons that we all have now, invisibilty won't help much. But back to subject. Invisibility has also been discussed in a form of a cape. Should it be required to wear the cape at the same time as the potion? Without the cape on, the invisibilty potion basically poisons you for a short time, and stops by itself? But why restrict invisibilty to just the wilderness, eh? In "safe" zones, which is anywhere not in the wilderness, may invisibilty able you to slip past some monsters without being detected?I mean, the average hobgoblin wouldn't even twitch his head if you passed right beside him while you were invisible, though the invisibilty restricts your movements, so attacking him is out of question. But the average dragon would smell you 200 miles away and be able to find quite well without you under the influence of the potion/cape? As far as I can guess, Jagex would dismiss this idea and ban the word invisibility on its forums. But you never know.

You know you've been playing around with agility too much when the school bully throws a rock/ball/anything else at you and you attempt to do the matrix. You've been mining too much when you start to repeatingly rub a rock against a rock during recess at school. You know you've played runescape too much when someone asks you where you live and you answer, "Varrock." You've been thieving too much when you manage to take a nerd's glasses off the bench during gym and you say to yourself, "Members can now steal books!" You've flectched too much when you take a chef's knife and try to carve arrows out of the tree in the backyard.

Monastery Mod Simon wasn't to happy, nor was he at least angry. He would have prefered to take a big, wicked, ogre bow, and shoot his stupid Mangus right in his head, point-blank. But Andrew said he wanted him to keep the battle going long. Some sort of diversion. He said he had to go save people in the monastery while he beat the living whatever out of MANGUS. He could see him and his disgusting tattoos. Just as he finished his message towards Tweak, a Fire Wave rolled in him. He calmly shot his own version made of water to combat the fire. In seconds, the fire washed out, leaving Mangus open again. "Pity, I was always hoping you would have turned your eyes on more profitabl things then this, Mangus," Simon began slowly. Mangus did not speak, but he had no need to. The fire in his eyes could have lit a peasent's hut. "Is there any particular reason why you have to attack weaklings? I always thought you prefered combaters your level." The fire that was in Mangus' eye burnt out. It was replaced by a frozen waterfall, like an icicle. Simon watched Tweak stare dumbfounded at the mad demon in front of him. He just had to ask. "Hey Si, have any clue of what's going on?" "Quite easy, actually," Simon replied. "It's his version of trading spells for the better ones. I trust you have attempeted the Egyptian quest with those "AnChIEnt MAgIcKs?" Simon rose his depth of voice in a type of Egyptian style, with an annoying staff to accompany him. "Shut up - " Tweak didn't have chance to finish. MANGUS fired a Freeze spell directly towards him. In the middle of pointing his staff towards him, Tweak froze. His mouth held open in a sort of odd way. A bit of space reamined near his mouth, enough to breath, but not enoguh to utter any spells. "Mangus, you know what he is NOT capable of. Face me instead," Simon said, firing a casual Fire Wave to get his attention. Mangus responded, by firing a a barrage attack at him. Simon neatly sidestepped the attack as the spell smashed into the mountain side. Tweak could hear dwarves screaming and shouting. "It iss a ones-siiided battle, Sssimoon," Mangus said, speaking for the first time. "You know you will not wiin. Giivee up, and I may sspare your liffe. You knooow." "If I knew, then I would not come." Reaching his hand up into the air, a dragon longsword appeared into his hands out of thin air. Simon gasped. He, personally, had wored hard to put every dragon weapon with a seperate code to keep hackers from making their own from the Jajex. If Mangus could simply hack into the database with two seconds, he'd probably have an army of flying dragon swords whacking him. He needed a plan. Mangus launched. He seemed to go slowly, but Simon's legs were not capable of moving all the sudden, as if they turned to solid granite. With the nanosecond of time left, Simon's devious mind formed a plan. Use his potty-mouth to get Mangus angry.

The attack of spyware, I don't think I'll post much more, unless I get rid of it. If you are reading this the moment I just posted it, i'm editing all of my posts now, before I go kaput, and get confinde to computer games...thank heavens (and truly heaven) that this computer is isolated.