DevilKiller

hmmm..very good plot. This is certainly the way to go for the big boys/girsl! the grammar, i'll admit is something else, but i'm not gonna pursue that subject.

You've been doing too many quests when you finally throw your computer out because you can't do the Regecide Quest. You've been smithing to much when you take a visit to the steel-producing factory, take a rubber hammer, and beat the steel items until they are what you wanted.

we need better mouses. thank you for inspiring me.

you pk too much in the wilderness when you expect to see a pile of treasure underneath a guy you kill, when it's in his bag or pocket.

I'm a complete noob about making pictures...But I tried. I managed the picture taking and uploadion fine now...but I'd like to know if there are any other people that can make free better sigs then mine. 10 to worst to 1 to best. I bet i'll get plenty of 10's.

sorry...got it now. man I am the worst guy.

testing

You've ranged too much when you take a bending pencil, a rubber band, and another small pencil to create bow and arrow to shoot one of your friends with. You cooekd too much when you attempt to eat swordfishes in 3 seconds like on RS. You maged too much when the magician asks your secrets to teleporting without any help or cover. You fished too much when you attmept to fly fish in your local river. You mined too much when yoy take a fork and start hitting a rock with it. you smelted too much when you try to melt a rock in your stove or oven. you runecrafted too much when you try to convert your rocks into runes by a statue. you fought too much when you practiclly kill the bullies at your school. You smithed too much when you try to make a sword out of the cutlery. you typed too much when your fingers are sore.

Black Knight Height: 6"5 Weight: 120 oz. Description: A dark-hearted knight. My description and beliefs: Should he be truly dark-hearted, shouldn't they be killing people that cross them? Or at least try to do so? Black Knights are a very odd humans, for while they do not slay anyone, (with exception in the wilderness and their fortress) they worship Zamorak, the god of hate and destruction. Black Knights were once famous when the three gods created RuneScape. They were the strongest men around, and many would brag that they can kill one. Today, this is not heard of, but Black Knights are usaually being trained on by their stronger egos. One of the many reasons is because they drop good items when slayed. However black or evil they may be, they are not assiocated with the Dark Warriors that live in their oddly built fortress in the wilderness. For one thing, Black and Dark are too different things. Many thanks to the men and women who created a bio of a Black Knight on tip.it.

I modified this story a bit, should be a bit better maybe.

of freak, I feel stupid for taking soooooo long. These are the people who I chose to be with the story. I feel guilty to leave all you out, so all of you are in. For your guys, make up names, so as if you were another person on earth, like Joshua Taligro or something. Here are a few rules... 1: Don't spam. 2: Dont use bad words 3: Try to write in more to your perspective. 4:HAVE FUN! This is just to have fun, you know. The oreder of the people posting their perpective are... 1: IronClaw 2: Iflic 3: Mericuis 4: Rekon 5: Xandai 6: King Neoz 7: Dafol 8: NightHawk Pro 9: Ouldric 10: Joro. For those who feel they are too far at the end, I apoligize, but where else can i put you? it'd be hard. CHAPTER 1 "Time to do a little hacking again." Somewhere in a dark basement, a man was tinkering with his computer, attempting to try to insert a spyware into smeone's computer. He was sweating with axienty, thinking he might fail. Soon, he was pleased with his effort, suceeding his hard efforts. This was his first time to try to hack, and he had done well. "WARNING, SPYWARE DETECTED." The man jumped back from his computer. Who was trying to hack him? He needed help. Quickly, he decided to log on to tip.it and ask for advice to remove the spyware. "WARNING, SPYWARE DETECTED." "Oh just keep quiet you stupid computer!!" The man screamed. He punched his computer in anger, though he severly injured himself, since he wasn't very strong. "YOU ARE NOT REQUESTED TO VIOLATE THE MECHANISM. PREPARE FOR LAUNCH." "YOU FREAKIN SPYWARE! GET OFF MY COMPU-" The adult screamed again. He didn't have to take long to figure out. A purple dot appeared in front with him. It started to enlarge into a large ball. The a hole appeared in the ball, with two swords in the middle. The sword flew owards and and picked him off the floor. "I demand you let go of me no-ahh!!!!!" He screamed as the swords tossed him into the portal. Why did this happen? What had he done? Ddi the spyware that was in his computer actually... He had no time, he was being spun so fast he couldn't open his mouth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "OOF!" He shouted as he landed on a floor. He was sitting on a cold ground, with grids everywhere around him. He had no idea what had just happened. The first thing he noticed was himself. He no longer was in his dirty clothing. In fact, he was on a set of iron armour. Behind him, there was a lethal-looking iron sword with a square shield. Turning around, he picked up the iron and adjusted himself to it. "Where am I?" He said out alowed. "YOU ARE IN TIP.IT." "What?" he said. "YOU ARE IN TIP. IT. YOU SHALL STAY HERE FOREVER UNLESS YOU DEFEAT THE VIRUS." "Who's talknig to me?" He asked into the air. 'THE MODERATOR. I AM IMPRISONED, BUT I CAN STILL SPEAK. GATHER FRIENDS AND BRING THE VIRUS DOWN." "Ok..."he said nervously. "Do you know who I am?" "YOU ARE KNOWN AS IRONCLAW, ARE YOU NOT?" "In the website, I am." "THEN THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL BE CALLED HERE. GO, AND GATHER FRIENDS."

well, if he didn't out it there first, this is what I would have said... The armour is heavy, he has no water, he dies of dehydration, failed was his prayer. His friends abandoned him, they needed room within their small tent as one may assume. He was lost in the desert, his friends abandoned him there was no hope his death was grim. Just a lame poem...

Next part... As for a story...you're seeing the beggining of it... Saradomin truimphed again, the citizens of Falador knew peace. But over in the dark moors, the animals were not at ease. The weather seemed to transform into a horrid beast. There was no such thing as safety in the far lands of the North-East. The ghosts screeched, the bears cowered, gone were an adventurer's track for something unnatural was coming, beyond the doing of Zamorak. The people muttered, "Doomsday has come!" Others screamed, "Zamorak will kill us!" None of them knew it was their past creeping out of the darkness.

come on come on come on! 1 more person!!

wow, this story must be really unpopular

hmm....I assume it's a blank verse? No, I don't kid you, is it?

Hmm....I always thought Japanese people (correct or wrong) had a sense of poetry...the poem confirms it to me.

A man sounds the horn, and the men prepare for war, all in order to protect the noble city Falador. The Black Knights enter, the White Knights reply, with their sword and armour and the hounds all cry. The swords hit each other Falador fights with anger, but soon they will fall with warrior, mage, and ranger. Kill as they might take away the grin, the people hold faith in Saradomin. The survivors sneak into their castle and hide in the dark corners, and watch in silence the tortures of the archers. One could not wait any more he leaps from his spot of safety, he slays the foul leader, the rest wait in anxiety. They leap out yet as well and slay every living knight, they rescue ther hostages away from their plight. I'll add more, but I have to go now.

Classic, all right. Something to do with Greek Legend and a Sphinx...oh yeah, King Odepus or something! But those are greek things, not runescape things...

Yes, sorry I haven't replied for some time. For those who don't get into the story, I have them a surprise...Oh yeah, a female in the story would help out. Just all male people in ths story...

!!! I've been out toooo long! I must continue! CHAPTER 4 "Why was this machine created then?" Matthew asked, "Surely the mages would know that their creation would go agsinst their will." "Well, no one reallys know," Moras said. He digged into his pockets for something. He found several runes, one of them a law rune. "Bet you didn't know that mages could time travel," Soras grinned widly. "Well, not exactly travel when we were seven years old. But we can have, well...kinda like an image going on in our heads seeing what happened in our past. That's the way time travelling works for me." "Well, can we go into the past?" Boras rushed in. "I really would like to see how my dad reacted when I ran away from hi-" "Hey, slow down," Soras said. "If that is what we were doing, then we could. But Moras seems very adventerous and probably has an interesting past. He saw the machine being given it's finished touch in those days with me," Soras said. "and besides, I kind of forgot when his birthday was." "Everyone hold hands now," Moras commanded. "It'll be boring if you're just standing there doing nothing while the others time travel." IronClaw was shaking in fear as he linked his arms onto Matthew's and Soras's. "I'll just recite the spell then." Soras hasted. He took a deep breath and cried, Van thy timerio trvelio intor thy pasti de Morasmio Ecrio! Everyone was pulled by the hair by some invisible force as Soras's spell took effect on the adventurers. Soon, the warriors and Moras fell onto the ground, possesed in Moras' memory.

Thanks a lot on those tips! 9/10

yah, if you heard of King Oedipus (greek legend guy) you'd see it...that was cheap...which game would that be, armaneth?

I have 4 legs in the morning, 2 legs in the afternoon, and 3 legs in the evening. It is the weakest when it has the most legs.

Imagination?