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This could very easily backfire through means of a well placed telekenetic grab... That's exactly why I didn't add that to the list. :|

Indeed. :P

Unless you somehow had all the proper fighting gear and food for the kalphite queen while you were down there and suddenly wanted to go kqing, I don't think this "shortcut" is very useful. It takes about 3 minutes to runfrom the bank to the agility course and another minute to actually find the tunnel. Shantay is about two times faster. I wouldn't even call this a shortcut :notalk:

THANK YOU. Someone mentions this. World 78 was so great about the first two weeks it was created, one minute games that you won 19/20 times. All high levels with their shiny dharok axes and whips. Good times...Oh how I wish I still had that! :cry: To my dismay low levels started hearing about this and the average level in a game in that world went from about 90 to 45 .

To be honest with you there are some weeks or two I might get bored and sometimes just barely play on rs or get on these forums each day, sometimes never. Eventually though I find something exciting to do(usually jagex's latest update) and keep at it for a couple more weeks, maybe even over a month if it's a long term goal. Unless something horrible happens to my actual account, I don't think I'm quitting anytime soon.

THANK YOU! I had it on the tip of my tongue and I simply could not think of it at the moment. Thank you once again. :)

Great suggestion :lol: Added.

nope just a acctental quot insted of edit. And yes, while the song has some that isn't involed,but it has a lot that is involved.(we just seem 2 be talking 2 eachother about this.) RS does take some things out of the real world and twist them. Remeber KPG in the cold war quest? Indeed, alot of things jagex based on real life shows, songs, ect.

^My favorites, but on number 2, It's more fun shooting the "Fixed Device" toads at friends and having them eat a deadly nightshade the second you hit them. Then watch the amazed reactions of the people around you :D As for number 14, I do that all the time :P Great idea, I never thought of that. :P Added to the list.

Great job, great job. I remember when you first started going for 1M, now look at youse. :mrgreen: go for 10M, it would look so cool with that huge M beside the 10 =P

I currently do not own the range cape, but I could maybe get someone to pose for me. I'm pretty sure there is some other emote out there where your character kneels down though.

Very nice, I love it. It may be mean, but pures ruin the game imo. That's pretty cruel, I'm not going to add that.

Desert of truth,(the false god zammy to the desrt bantits, the true god.) must be looking for something(dimond), somthing sacred I lost(The genral lossing it to zammy worshipers.), somebody stole(What i just said), something so undefined(Read the quest for that 1 and u will find that they didn't know if it was a crytal or dimond, and the reward was undeifned.) A silent one are we?

must be looking for something(dimond), somthing sacred I lost(The genral lossing it to zammy worshipers.), somebody stole(What i just said), something so undefined(Read the quest for that 1 and u will find that they didn't know if it was a crytal or dimond, and the reward was undeifned.) Nice anylisis. :P

Exactly, that's why world 99 shouldn't be changed. No matter where you change it, runehq nubs will seek us out and start bugging us again. A german world? That would be funny to see like 1K+ people in a german world(there's usually only 200-300), but it would be really confusing with all the unknown names. All the npcs we once knew and loved would be speaking german too. :uhh:

Here's mine: Verac the Friendly Dharok the Helpful Ahrim the Kind Torag the Generous Karil the Noob Guthan the Happy Karils still a noob, evil or not.

I know, but when you hear it a lot, it kind of does sound erily simmar. This might of been the insaprtion for it. Didn't really quote me correctly eh? :P Now that I think about it though jagex maybe couldv'e based it on this song(as long as it's popular in Europe :P ). Desert of truth, must be looking for something, somthing sacred I lost, somebody stole, something so undefined.

Uhh...You mean 'never'? :uhh: :mrgreen: Well, I plan on going Trekking soon, so, I'll try that out. No, I heard before this update that it was the worst minigame ever. Even though I've done all the "swamp" related quests and have access to it I still don't find it very interesting after I found out that it still "stunk" from my friends after the update. I will try it out someday though.

I've bolded the parts which *sort of* go with dt. Even though there are quite a few, I think jagex did not purposely base this quest on this song(although desert of truth sounds quite convincing).

I was recently thinking about making a new siggy, and I wanted to include my character kneeling down. At the moment I only have access to a mac, which I am very unfamiliar with and do not know if there is a "paint" type program, so I cannot drawn a rough stick figure outline of what I want it to look like, but I can describe it. I want one hand up above my head with my head also looking up. I want to be kneeling down with the lower half of one of my legs on the ground and the other up vertical. You could say it's like a man asking a woman to marry him when he bends down- like that position. Now correct me if I am wrong, but I have completed all quests and I believe if my memory serves me right there is some quest where you do that emote. I could be wrong though, it could be some item related emote, but I'm not entirely sure. What I am asking though is if anyone knows where I can do this emote ingame and take a screenshot if it. -Thanks, mario

I've very gone Temple Trekking, but I plan to try it out soon. Thanks for the tip. :)

Please, I beg you if you read this please reply. Topics on the library starve with barely any replies, and it would be very nice to recieve some. :D Updated: 3/31 --- "What do you think Henry?" the middle aged man asked me. A sunny afternoon on the Catherby beach. Fishers pulling up their edible prizes, trolls occasionally whacking the unfortunate passerby, and my tree- oh dear. It appears my apple tree has fallen to illness. I frowned at the sight. I am not a farmer but I do love to grow my own fruit trees, and at one point I almost considered myself and expert at growing them. It appears though now now nature has worked against me. I sighed and hoped I had stored another fruit seed in my bank, this time I would take extra care of it. Before I relaxed back in my chair though I remembered the unanswered question that the man beside me had asked. Wilkes is... how would you describe him? Different I suppose, but not in a bad way. Intelligent, but not too intelligent. He lacks certain areas of study and focuses all his attention on others. For example, if you were to ask this man how a mace-type weapon would help in combat he would probably not know even the slightest clue. But something on the subject of the famous Holy Grail he could probably tell you a bucket load about, for I believe he loves reading books. He is a man of persistance, detirmination, and well... wits. Again I have wandered off, for this question had remained unanswered. I thought of a conclusion and presented my work. "I believe these fish are not biting because of defective bait. Even though the rod is out of shape I doubt that would have to with this problem. The line seems fine, so I think it is just the bait." Wilkes rubbed his chin as he stared at the rod, bobber floating in the water. It took several minutes for him to answer, he seemed to be examining the fishing equipment. "It could be indeed. But have you ever considered we could have inadequate fishing skills?" He chuckled. I smiled back. Wilkes, how could I forget, a joker. He leaned back in his wooden chair. "I suppose we will have to buy our fish- as the live ones seem to despise us at the moment. Only a few steps from here actually is a fishing shop run by one of my old friends. He always has the freshest fish and keeps the freshest secret for his friends." He stood up suddenly. "Chop chop let's go!" I followed his command and reluctantly stood up and heard something pop in my knees. I strected my legs and arms a bit after a long relaxation and proceeded to follow Wilkes to the shop. It was then that we stumbled upon our case. Inside Catherby's most popular fishing shop(well techinally the only one) lay the jolly Harry. I barely knew the fellow, but I did know he ran this rather large shop in Catherby. I could swear it had every fish in the sea, although I can't be certain as I am not a fisherman myself. I did know, though, that had inherited his business from his father about twenty years ago, or at least I heard while hacking through the plentiful willow trees in Draynor. Always waving as passerbies, always carrying a wide grin, this business owner actually didn't seem so jolly today when we approached east Catherby. For on his chubby face lay a large frown, in his eyes depression, and the wrinkles on his skin had seemed to grow deeper when I had last seen him. His traditional welcoming to customers unfortunetly did not come when we entered the smelly shop, in fact it was if he did not even recongize that we had stepped in. The old man had sat himself on an old wooden chair, most likely an heirloom by the unique designs. Although puzzled by his unusual ignorance, I knew my questions would soon be answered. "Ah hello Harry, mighty fine day it is for some fish." Said Wilkes. He raised his eyebrow and tilted his head. "I'm hoping to visit the stronghold for some lovely spices for dinner tonight, I have heard from sources they have delicious delights. One cod please." Harry, seemingly unamused by his vistor, gave a low grunt and lowered his elbows to his knees, resting his hands on his chin. Several akward seconds passed, a time when I wanted to burst out anything- just something to interupt the akward moment. Finally Harry said something, slow and sad. "John..." he began and heavily sighed. "I'm done John, I'm done. All the work my father put into this business, all those years gone. I'm ruined John, how am I suppose to sell like this?" Wilkes seemed just as confused as I, what was this man talking about? "Harry, what are you-". He was cut off though when Harry stook up suddenly. "HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO RUN A GOOD BUSINESS WITH THAT THEIF RUNNING AROUND STEALING MY FOOD EVERY NIGHT!" Harry angrily screamed at us. We were both stunned. "I'm sorry... I-" he lowered his head as it came from red to its normal color. "You see, there has been a theif running around my shop- stealing my fish at night. Every night he does it, way late when all the fishers have departed. You'd think he steal only enough to feed himself, most of these people are poor ones who devote their life to thievery. Most of these common ones just come in once or twice- steal some shrimp or herring just to get some food to feed their crying stomachs. But no, this guy steals fish by the dozens, and lots of sharks and swordfish usually. He's running me dry god damnit! I don't know how the hell he does it, but somehow he does. I lock up the shop every night, windows sealed, doors tight shut. Once I tried waiting outside my store a night, I barely stayed awake but lucky my good friend Charlie was there. We kept shifts ya know, switching in and out. Well that night the theif didn't even show his face- but the next mornin' I discovered 30 fish missing!" Harry glanced over at a fish barrel to the side. His eyes lowered, but the suddenly it was as if a lightbulb had suddenly turn on inside his head. "Hey you're a somewhat of a detective right? You can help me! Oh please at least stay to see if you can find any clues!" The round fisherman blurted out. Wilkes flinched. I knew what it was, "somewhat". Just a few days with Wilkes and I knew he did not prefer that dreaded word to be put in the same sentence with the word "detective". A calm and polite man though, he held back his anger. "I suppose I could look around the place a bit..." he trailed off and he took a quick fake glance around the room. Harry ran up to Wilkes and squeezed him. "Thank you! Oh thank you John! It would mean so much to me to get this dirty theif off my back! He'll soon face justice I sence!" And we went strait down to business. Wilkes asked for Harry to leave his store for us both to examine the place for any clues perhaps. I could see the dissapointment in his eyes when we asked him to do so, I'm sure it's quite exciting for him to see a detective at work. We seemed to share the same minds, as Wilkes assured him it wouldn't take long and we would go over everthing after we were done. It was a curious place this fishing shop by the beach. From mounted stuffed swordfish to hanging ship wheels it contained many accessories. Shelves full of fishing supplies, a sink for dirty hands to be cleaned, a medium-sized fishpond where pet lovers could attempt to catch their very own fish, lovely ferns, three tables, two stools, and several broken harpoons lying in the dust. We went our seperate ways, I exploring the north side, him the south. Dirty dishes, pots and pans, and unattached pipes lay around the untidy area. I carefully picked up each idividual item and examined it for anything- anything that would get this mystery rolling. I was dissapointed though to not find one thing that seemed even the slightest bit suspicious. There was, though, a pipe clogged with some rather disgusting unknown substance. The most curious item in my searching area were the shelves. Piles and piles of fishing equiment, some I did not even recognize. Some even looked like weapons of a murderer, but I reassured myself no one has been murdered... yet. Not only catching equipment, but bait lay there too. From large ones the size of a gnomeball to smaller ones even a shrimp might not find appetizing. It was yet again to my dissapointment that nothing seemed suspicious. I frowned and then returned to Wilkes. My expression matched his unfortunetly, puzzled. We then called Harry in. He came in excited, apparently hoping we had found something, but to his dismay we had only asked him in for a small question. "Harry", Wilkes asked, "Where do you store all your fish? Surely you have bundles of fish, yet I only see two barrels for storage!" "Why of course I store it upstairs!" Our shop owner replied. "But you don't have second story, you don't have a ladder." "'Course I do, it's just a bit hidden." He smiled. Harry then lead us to the shelves I had previously examined. I was suprised then when he began to climb up the shelves and then prompty open a trapdoor on the ceiling. "Heh, 'ol secret enterance of ours, me father built this himself." And we all three travelled up the squeaky shelves and up into the trapdoor. What did one expect? Barrels and barrels of stinky, smelly fish lay before us, some toppled over, some stacked on top of eachother. The place was small too, with it's strange triangular ceiling. But somehow Harry had managed to fit what looked like two dozen barrels in this attic. Harry let us examine the place for a bit then spoke. "This is where dat thief has been stealing my fish! See that one turned upside down over there? Empty. Half my supply of lobsters are now gone! I swear he'll come back for the rest soon. That dirty thief!" He shook his hand in anger as Wilkes tried to calm him down. "There's nothing fishy here... well except fish!" Wilkes chuckled at this own joke. And with that we travelled back down the trapdoor to the first floor. This was quite a strangle case. Somehow this clever thief had managed to crawl into the shop late at night and steal four bucketloads of fish! What puzzled me the most is the fact that all the windows were sealed and doors locked. This certainly is a tricky criminal. Before we had given up though Wilkes had noticed something strange on the ceiling. "Harry..." He trailed off as he looked up. "Hmmm?" "Why is there a metal lining running across your ceiling?" Wilkes asked politely. "Oh why me father built that a long time ago, it was for extra support to hold all those fish on the second floor. I don't think anyone would like it if suddenly over 300 fish fell on their head." The fisherman chuckled. Wilkes then ran his bony finger along the dusty metal lining, almost using his tip-toes. Then he noticed it. About one to two feet apart on one metal bar there were strangle spots where there was no dust. The spot had two squares about 2 inches in length and were spaced apart by about 4 inches. Wilkies eyebrow shot up on the sight of it, probably very excited. "Did you ever notice these strangle marks on these linings Harry?" Wilkes asked, eyes still glued to the ceiling. Harry had to walk over to it, pull out a stool, and stand on it. "Perculiar!" the round shop owner gasped in excitement. The marks could not be seen from a distance and even I, who considered myself having great vision, could not see the marks until I pulled up a stool myself. Yes indeed they were there, strange marks spaced apart as if... "Wilkes! Someone must have... climbed on this or... something..." I realized I hadn't really planned what I was about to say, putting me in a clumsy position. Alas though, my conclusion was correct. "Indeed Henry, the thief must have used some sort of devise to climb this ceiling, but what could make such marks? Strange they are." Wilkes answered. "Perculiar!" The fisherman gasped again. Suddenly a thought came to me. I remembered one day travelling to Draynor Manor, as I heard from my friends it was a great place to visit. Although I did not particularly like the chairs that follow a passerby around and whom stop when they look back, the coffin with a rather loud banging noise coming from inside, and a mad Professor who lived at the very top of this seemingly abandoned manor, I did notice another room which I had previous passed uniterested. But now I was, as I just noticed a woman inside, fumbling with what looked like a big metal backpack. I was going to turn around and leave her to her work, but curiousity took a hold of me and I entered the room. Her name was Ava, and apparently she was an expert in the feild of science. The stange metal backpack she was working on was a metal attractor- how strange. It harvested metal objects at random with it's strange powers. I had been confused and concluded it was the work of magic, but she assured me it was just a magnet. A magnet! What a strangle devise, something that could attract metal. I presented my story to Wilkes and he perked up with excitement. "Ah very good Henry! I remember this woman well, for I had once lost my way to Edgeville and had somehow entered the manor in which she was in. Oh yes what did she call it? A magnet! Of course! What a genious device, something that can attract metal. Therefore this theif must have used a magnet to climb up these linings, undectable on the floor! Genious!" Wilkes said. "That still leaves us to how he even came in-" I mentioned. "I know- but for now let us track down this Ava and see if she can give us any information on this clever criminal."

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"good luck"

Exactly, that's what motivates them to kill us. What we need to do is prove them wrong. Take necessary precautions like something as simply as a one click teleport. It will seriously help when you are snared. :