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Very nice ns :o I love to read runescape history, it might sound 'nerdy' but I enjoy reading jagex's work. PS: When are you gonna buy my graahk set? :)

would u still be able to do quests? (i cant) would u still be able to meet as many friends? would u know the exact stats of a certain item? I would be scared of dying. Actually most of my friends were from events hosted not on tif. Eep... that would be a problem. If only jagex would put where the ancient teleports teleport you to, then I wouldn't have to check it up on tip.it everytime.

Hmmm yes I need to work on that... but not now I want to get my hunting to 62. :) EDIT: Edited titles and got 62 hunting :)

Sorry about that... I was just getting ever so frustrated mistake after miskate. I suppose the story has a good start. Just a bit insulted that he posted all those mistakes.

Once upon a time it was a mage. The mage was a hard working man who had a family to feed. Then he was going to get some cooked chicken when he saw the chaos altar. He walked into the altar. And he fell down on his knees and said: "I beg you god I can't stand the hard work I barely have food for myself! Then he was knocked out by a chaos dwarf. The very next day the mage woke up in a dungeon in a bed that was two times as big as him. He started to walk around and he noticed that it was some kind of stone on the door. He took the stone with a mark on it and put it in his pockets, then suddenly the door was open and the chaos dwarf came in and said "So you are awake now." "Yes I am." The mage said. "Sorry for that I knocked you out I am gonna give you what you need if you help and a price you are gona get if you help me." What do you need help with?" the mage said. "I needed a mage that can make runes.". "Runes?" the mage said, "I can only make the elemental runes I don't know if they are any more kinds of runes." "There are, you are wrong. There are many kinds of runes I have made them but one can't do all." !This sentence makes no sense at all! -the mhigty chaos rune i cant make it i allmost died last time i tryed to get essenes to make some. -maby i can get some for you. -yes plz do that. then the mage got the directions from the dwarf and was on his way when he finely got there it was a black mage standing in his way. -wath are your purpes here the black mage said. -i am here to get essenes for the chaos dwarf! the mage yelled. the black mage said. -then i will need to kill you here and now! -just try i am powerful in the white magic! the mage said -then i use my fire blast on you! -AARGGG! the mage yelled in pain in houers then the black mage said -i will let you live if you become my slave the mage yelled -no never and used his magic ammulet that it was a magic ressistanse power. .wath are you doing the black mage yelled. i am geting my magic ressistanse up so you cant even hurt me. then the mage used his battle staff and combined it with death runes that he got from chaos dwarf and killed the black mage. -now its over for you the mage said some min later the mage had all essenes he needed he whent back to the dwarf and got his reward of food for his family and a chaos talisman and the title The Chaos Mag. This is possibly the worst story I have ever read, you better be glad I edited at least half of it... the edits are in bold. One thing: LEARN HOW TO SPELL!!!!!

Its because most people prefer minigames with action. C wars, pc, barrows, mage arena. Stuff like that.

Since I've made a post with this in the library... I think I'll let this topic die

Very nice beginning. Lippy... love that word. :) Keep it up 9/10.

Since I have a nice collection of poetry, I decided to make this thread. Enjoy :mrgreen: Deluded Culinaromancer, Oh Culinaromancer, Why must your name be so long? What do you want people to think..? That you are so stong? An evil chef? What next! Perhaps a cooking project? Your taunts are pointless, your spells are senceless You seem to be quite defenseless. Go ahead, freeze the guests, It won't drive your success. Oh Culinaromancer, why won't you relise your plans do not progress? Perhaps a mighty test, From an adventurer as I? I'm warning you I will suppress! Feed your monsters to my blade, See that no one comes to my aid. You fear that I have prayed? No matter, I will evade. Keep all my items as I kneel, Harnest the pain that I may feel. I will be back though, to finish the job, With defeat you will throb. Flambeed and Karamel? Sounds like a tasty treat! Oh dear saradomin, I don't want any sweets! What are these 'monsters' that you have unleashed? Your head grows the size of your stupidity after the final blow, Why did you think you could suffocate me with dough? Oh please you were never a pro, I take pleasure in your woe. The guests are saved, The variety of foods they craved. They did not misbehave, Their bodies in the chairs enslaved. Now I equip my tenderiser, Perhaps it will be my cooking advisor. Maybe even make me wiser, With it's size, a sun visor? In a way I must thank you, This event you got me through. I imagine you in cooking heaven, Stirring up an evil stew. An update comes around Oh, hunting is a joyous skill, Variety of things to kill. Jagex we love you so, Watching our levels grow. Kebbits we start with and follow their tracks, To a bush in which we smack. We change our furs into camo clothes, So to the animals we aren't exposed. Birds fall into our snaring plans, Soon their reward will be in our hands. Feathers useless, but still pretty cool, Except the stripy, a fishing tool. Fluttering little buttlerflies, catch them after several tries. When used they raise player's stats, Owning up c wars, and thats that. Boxing chinnies oh the fun, We certainly don't need a gun. Grenades they are after caught, watch your hand they're very hot. If salamanders are your choice, Then you should happily rejoice. As these lizards burst out flame, You might have to watch your aim. Birds now do your dirty work, Clawing kebbits, going beserk. Shiny capes you ought to find, They'll confuse a creature's mind. Teleporting imps they are annoying, but when caught they are enjoying Bank your items, oh yes indeed, Sometimes they won't preform this deed. Sneaky gloves, harpoons, new bait, Jagex we do not hate! Thanks again for this cool update, You are the best and very great! A coon in a log I chopped the tree and watched it fall, I wasn't new at this after all. I picked up the yews, and rose to my feet. The tree seemed to admit defeat. I smiled at the poor thing, 'What's this?' I asked myself...'a ring!' It was wrapped around in a small nest, I watched the birds fly up into the northwest. Well, it was my job, I thought to myself, Hmmm...what a strange log, Ill put it on my shelf. It was blue and gold, dressed in red, A shiny tint, as if it had wed. It seemed to look up at me, With eyes so curious filled with glee. 'Help me!' it cried, Or is it just my imagination expanding wide? Legs it grew covered in fur, Springing out with a small pur. A few moments of pondering, My mind came a wandering. For the log was not a log indeed, As I watched it drop from my hands and recede. My axe sliced another tree, A real log I suppose not garanteed. Wilderness mining The dawn of the day, the miner's axe swings, It flows through the air and produces a faint ring. Strong is the miner, with brutal arms, The lovely ladies he charms. A crack echos over the burden lands, With the strong axe he holds in his hands. With a raise of the weapon he can see his prize, The rune ore gleams in his eyes. He brushes off the soil, Only to be spoiled, by the lucious hue of cyan. Oh the things he has planned. Alas, he is not alone, For the pker has shown. Prepared for action he is, For it is time to take the survival quiz. A clash of axe and whip, The two weapons chip, The two tighty grip, And to Lumbridge one must take a trip. Equiped with his weapon he holds his head, He knew that his bravery had fled. Now in Lumbridge he holds his ores, Hoping to find a buying store. The new one The curious one pokes around, Picking stuff right off the ground. He dusts them off and says ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâOh boyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢, The new one skips down the road with joy. Bronze helm and pink skirt, All covered in dirt. A treasure to him, For he is not grim. Attacking the goblin, filled with fear The monster is harder than it appears. The scent of death comes near, But in Lumbridge he does not appear. With cuts and blood, He limps across the field of spud. Picking them up, one by one, Hoping never to see what the goblin has done. Soon coming across a bank, He notices trees occupied by higher ranks. With axe at hand he chops at the willow, Finding the heavy logs weigh a kilo. A water strike comes his way, The dark wizard has snatched his prey. Saradomin chose to forgive, and let the poor newb live. Back to where he started, and nothing to do, So there he walked north feeling all blue. Soon to come across a farm, where the chickens would show no harm. Pleasant he felt murdering the chickens, Training his combat so his sword may quicken. Feathers he gathered, a mass of white Two hundred more and he could afford a bronze kite. Alas, the slaying became boring, Replaced by the sense of exploring. He traveled more north, To bring the town of Varrock forth. Traders he saw, He started in awe. Soon his attention lay on the general store, Where the bronze lay galore. Misfortune was his name, As the bronze was not to claim. He had no gp, His gaze on the platebody did flea. He wandered down the road, with not a large load. A shiny gold piece glittered in the dirt, He dived for it, and pocketed it in his shirt. A Thief's Palace RogueÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Den what do you hold? What secrets are untold? Your spider webs may be old, But I sense a shiny pot of gold The contortion bars, the spinning blade, Why does it seem as if you are giving me a grade? Trap floors, sliding grills, A thief would enjoy these thrills. Puzzling mazes, flash powder Completing these only makes me feel prouder. But what secrets are at the end? You try ever so hard to contend. Throw your traps and pendulums at me, I will not flee. The guards will not stop me, oh not a chance! A bang of powder will blind their glance. I feel you are torturing me now, without a stop, Enslaving me in this endless field of crops. Laughing in your evil voice, Laughing hard as if I have no choice. I will not fail I will not fall back, In the face you can smack. But I will not fail, I will not wail. I see the end now, bright as day, I am a hunter stalking its prey. I crack open the safe with tremendous skill, Only to find a trap underneath, ready to kill.

not all poems need to rhyme, only the rhyming ones need to rhyme... lol :) Glad you enjoyed it

Wow I come back less than a minute later and find two replies. Yay :)

:mrgreen: Thanks everyone

This poem has been posted in the library with some others, please do not post here!!! Reply here: http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?t=573642. I'm letting this thread peacefully die out. Oh, hunting is a joyous skill, Variety of things to kill. Jagex we love you so, Watching our levels grow. Kebbits we start with and follow their tracks, To a bush in which we smack. We change our furs into camo clothes, So to the animals we aren't exposed. Birds fall into our snaring plans, Soon their reward will be in our hands. Feathers useless, but still pretty cool, Except the stripy, a fishing tool. Fluttering little buttlerflies, catch them after several tries. When used they raise player's stats, Owning up c wars, and thats that. Boxing chinnies oh the fun, We certainly don't need a gun. Grenades they are after caught, watch your hand they're very hot. If salamanders are your choice, Then you should happily rejoice. As these lizards burst out flame, You might have to watch your aim. Birds now do your dirty work, Clawing kebbits, going beserk. Shiny capes you ought to find, They'll confuse a creature's mind. Teleporting imps they are annoying, but when caught they are enjoying Bank your items, oh yes indeed, Sometimes they won't preform this deed. Sneaky gloves, harpoons, new bait, Jagex we do not hate! Thanks again for this cool update, You are the best and very great! :mrgreen:

Oh they dissapear? That would seem very likely. 52 hunting and still going :twisted:

Wait I don't understand... does the imp deliver anytime anywhere? So really you can deliver unlimited items to the bank? Or is there some sort of recharge time? 21 more levels til the imp, gotta level fast :mrgreen:

Ah, I'm so glad to see everyone trying this challenge. Good to see fellow eggs :)

Honestly, I don't care... in fact, I LOVE it! Not saying I directly love autoers, but they provide us with super cheap yew logs. :)

Its 1337. A bit of a random comment there...

Very very interesting... that could be a picture of an actual j mod. Very nice find. :) Here is the only pic I could find: It looks like mark Oo

or trade me? Isn't he a mod?

Interesting topic, I have some: -a puppie -c00ked loby

Yea you just about wrapped up what I was gonna to say.

I never said you couldn't silly :P

Really, you have low posts... so anything you post right now will be your first impression. I wouldn't suggest lying for a first impression. :shame:

Same here. :|