Saru Inc

I keep on wishing for more and more araxxor drops ffs now I'm hooked on drops. I've gotten kind of decent stuff? 6m made tonight from random drops. Now i'm going up against 160 enr w/ range. Stupid bottom path.

lmfao

2nd kill? Dang. Hope you can afford the 190m spider leg.

^^^ hellz no!@ Meanwhile: I didn't drain enough stupid acid and had to run back down.

And... another Araxxor drop :) This guy just... loves me.

^^ being a tease counts as doing stuff

New Ports Update: Accompany your crew on an 8-9 hour voyage IN GAME TIME, and get a chance to dive yourself for Koi and Pearls, and get a whopping 100k Diving xp as well for each 8-9 hour voyage!!

Toss in another 100m of stuff I have loaned out, plus 4 or 5 blood necklace shards, which only count for like 500k, not 20m.

how many people thinks this is James Mod edit: Spoilers for language

^^ saru ur so pleb

Thank God for people panic buying Scythes: (When I got an Araxxi Eyeball last week, I bought the spider leg for 165m.)

Best one out of about 40 opened on beta >.< My lowest was 27k yikes. Nvm I beat that lol:

I am doing this quest list because i hate math homework: *Please note that some of these quests require pre-requisite quests. *The World Wakes should be your absolute first priority. I actually played it w/ soundtrack and it was pretty great. Whoops I forgot the Elder Kiln: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/The_Elder_Kiln Do this around the time you do the World Wakes. Kiln takes on average 20-30 minutes per run, and nets you 1m from uncut onyx. [spoiler=Quest: The World Wakes] Quest: The World Wakes Link: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/The_World_Wakes Why do it/Reward: Access to Guthix's Cave, where you can offer chronicle fragments for Divination experience <- That thing we were talking about5 new ultimate combat abilitiesBalanced Strike (Attack) <- THIS IS A COMPLETELY USELESS ABILITYDeath's Swiftness (Ranged) <- THIS ABILITY IS AMAZINGSunshine (Magic) <- THIS ABILITY IS AMAZINGNatural Instinct (Defence) <- THIS IS A COMPLETELY USELESS ABILITYGuthix's Blessing (Constitution) <- THIS ABILITY IS AMAZINGThe Sixth-Age circuit, given to players by Juna (THIS IS A RING AND THE BEST IN SLOT UNTIL THE BROKEN HOME REWARD BELOW)Access to automaton area and automatons as a Slayer assignment (also requiring 67 Slayer). <<- Decent slay task that drops 7m lvl 85 gloves rarely. [spoiler=Quest: One of a Kind]Quest: One of a KindLink: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/One_of_a_KindWhy Do it / Reward:This is actually kind of meh, and may have a lot of pre-requisites. However, it gives you the Dragon Rider Amulet, and access to Celestials. Dragon Rider ammy is a very good all attack style amulet, and has a great mage bonus to Dragon's Breath mage ability.http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Dragon_Rider_amulet [spoiler=Quest: Fate of the Gods]Quest: Fate of the GodsLink: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Fate_of_the_GodsWhy Do it / Reward:Few reasons: You can then unlock Nihil/Muspah slayer tasks - both *can* be extremely profitable. (Take the drops from Nihil and make Blood Nihil -> sell pouches for 150k per on GE = up to around 4m a task)Also gives you the Shard of Zaros - GWD unaggressive when worn: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Shard_of_Zaros [spoiler=Quest: Temple at Sennisten]Quest: Temple at SennistenLink: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/The_Temple_at_Senntisten Why Do it / Reward: duh Ancient Curses http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Ancient_Curses [spoiler=Quest: The Mighty Fall ]Quest: The Mighty FallLink: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/The_Mighty_Fall Why Do it / Reward: It's a semi fun quest, not really that hard, it's pretty short, and gives you GWD tele. (Sure you might have Trollheim, but this teles you directly to entrance) [spoiler=Quest: Plague's End]Quest: Plague's EndLink: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Plague%27s_EndWhy Do it / Reward:I will say one thing: The Plague series is the ONLY Runescape Lore I have *ever* admired. I love the storyline.Also: Prifddinas lmfao. http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Prifddinas Quests needed to do it: (use the link above to get your own links lol) [spoiler=Quest: Broken Home] Quest: Broken Home Link: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Broken_home Why do it / Reward: The quest is super dumb. Once you beat it, you can re-do it every week for additional rewards. You can also beat it and the 3 challenges it has to get the Asylum Surgeon ring or whatever it's called. Its incredibly great. This guide that I used was very helpful and I completed all 3 challenges in one go: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Asylum_surgeon%27s_ring BTW, to compare how great it is (being free) it's just under Super Levi/Ring of Death. EDIT: also Branches of Darkmeyer - requires all previous quests before it done. Gives you Drakan's Medallion = unlimited barrows teles, for when we do Rise of the Six. EDIT: Elite Diaries to do (AND WHY) Seers: Enhanced Excaliber - It's like Guthix's Blessing (around 2k ish health healed every 5 minutes) - but it doesn't use any adrenaline. This shares cooldown with Guthix's Blessing, meaning you can't use one then the other. This reaaaaaaallllyyyyyy helps staying at bosses long time. Fremmink: Boots 4: You do more damage to DKs, and you get noted bones :) Mortanyia: NO MORE [bleep] SWAMP. Upon entering the swamp you pop out other end. No need for ghost amulet ever again etc. etc. etc etc etc etc. *Note: Mortanyia elite can take a long time. You have to complete Temple Trekking, all of it - which took me a while and its not very fun.

ok do these quests: http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Quest_List

Saru the Philanthropist

[spoiler=Language]

Ok I'll panic buy a Scythe, why not.

does this quell your questions? Or, to compare [spoiler=Gotham spoilers and an ugly face] which is worse?????????????????????

I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Here's why: THE TELL-TALE UGLY FACE OF JAMES by Edgar Allan Saru TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a Ugly Face of Jamesy tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily. I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?" I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall. Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at Ugly Face of James. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room. When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye. It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot. And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's Ugly Face of James. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the Ugly Face of James increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the Ugly Face of James must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the Ugly Face of James beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the Ugly Face of James and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more. If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha! When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light Ugly Face of James, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises. I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim. The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous Ugly Face of James!" -THE END- "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous Ugly Face of James!" dat rs face yikes

rip visage and arma gloves tonight aka no middle leg at araxxor aka ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

@ chat not bank don't mind my bank ffs it was rushed mana already chewed me out for having a messy bank i'll clean it up tomorrow

idk I just thought this was funny because Chia had no idea what I was talking about. She plays on w99 like a scrub.

mhmmmmm Got 26 Arma kc today HM. Why the heck does this guy drop 4k feathers >.< just enough to set off my lootbeam with a feather drop. Also: can't decide if i'll keep or not

Is this good or bad: I just did 5 Kree'arra kills in Hard mode with no armor on. Wait for it. Because I forgot it in the bank.

rip