hungryblader

okay, look. You guys have told me that this story can't happen, because Guthix will not join forces with Zamorak. I DID find a way around that, but maybe, when I was trying to use that weird grammar, it didn't make sense. Let me explain. OK, guthix derives his powere from living things right? And this huge war is causing tons of death. More death=less life. Less life=less powereful Guthix. And with less power, he will lose his will, his self-control, his ability to stay neutral. And then, since he's helping Zamorak, (because Saradomin is causing too much good, and it's out of balance) and he has less power, he allows himself to get carried away with helping Zamorak. But that means he helps kill. Once again, more death=less powereful guthix. And he eventually becomes so drained of power that he's defeated. so that's how guthix loses his neutrality.

Seaman George had a terrible dillema. The tidal wave that had washed through Port Sarim only a day before had dameged his ship. So he called all his sailors. "Men!" he told them, "You are to plug up all the holes, and clean up the water, and dry out the sails! For then we can begin sailing again." And the men did their job well. So there George was, sitting by the ship, a month after the wave, when a figure, no, two figures, came across the horizon. It was a male & a female, and they were both dressed in blood red armor. They both had blood red swords. "Hi!" the male said. "My name is Christian. This is my girlfriend Megan. We need to get to Karjama. Is there a ship here that wasn't put out completedly by the wave?" "Yes, my ship is. I'm still only going to charge you 30 gold coins." Christian gave him the coins. The couple and the crew set sail. They were about to go beyond the veiw of anyone in Port Sarim when it hit. A massive storm. The rains fell, and the ship rocked, but Christian and Megan were not scared. The storm ended, and George told the cabin boy to get the sextant. They needed to find out where they were. The boy came back, empty-handed. George ordered a complete search of the ship. Nothing. "It must have washed away in the wave!" Megan looked worried. "what'll we do?!" she asked. "There really isn't very much we can do. Do you see land anywhere?" "No!" Megan said, even more scared than before. Christian came out. He hugged Megan, to comfort her. It didn't help much. "Hey! Guys! Everybody!! Over here! I see land! Really!" a sailor yelled. George sprinted over to the wheel. He steered the ship toward the sillouette in the distance. As they got closer, they found only rocks, and mountains. Desperately, they tried to slow the ship, before it hit the shore, but the hot, dry wind was too strong, and the ship ran aground, only a stone's throw away from the land. They all climbed out of the wreckage, carefully. "Is there anybody here?" Megan asked, already knowing the answer. Then she looked, she saw smoke on the horizon. That must mean somebody was there, some civilization. Judging by the position of the moon, the smoke was to the south. Megan looked at the mountains. It was going to be a hard journey. She beckoned for Christian to come out. "I see it!" he said enthusiastically. "C'mon George! bring your men! we're going." They all hiked throught the mountains, for almost a week, eating the remains of rats that populated the area. They came to a spot where the land seemed to turn downward. They could see the smoke even more, it had been there the whole time. They carefully climbed down. As they finally got to the bottom, they looked around. They saw dead trees, and charred ground. The sight scared the sailors. "I don't even want to know what did this," George said. He ordered his sailors to come back to the wreck. at least they would know where they were. Christian and Megan weren't so easily scared. They put on their armor, and set off, always nearing the source of the smoke. The finally found the spot. There lay a corpse, it's legs completely burned away. The top would be too, if not for the rune armor, now charred black instead of the beautiful bright blue. Megan shuddered. Christian sat down. Suddenly they heard a scream, from far away. They could barely make out the words, but it sounded something like this. "oh my god! --------the mouth---------dra-------aaaaaaaaaaaa!-------it burns!!!------Chris-------Megan!--------------eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!-----cough-cough-hack." "w-what's going on? Where are we?!" Christian asked, very scared. "I guess the wilderness." Megan answered, confident. They'd been there before. They knew that all that they had to do was to go south, and they'd be back home. But maybe it wasn't so easy. The weren't prepared for a trip to the wild. They had no food. They were simply going to Karjama to fish up some lobsters. They had their armor & weapons, which were important, but still, maybe no enough. But it didn't matter. They knew that the dragon that had just killed their friends was probably headed toward them. They had to move fast. They started heading south, when they heard a yell of fear, then a roar. They heard what sounded like a drawn-out explosion, and they knew that it was the dragon. It had finally caught up with them. THey did the only thing they could. The two readied their swords and waited for the Dragon. It came over the horizon. They were ready. It came at them, all three black heads bearing down on them, their mouths open wide. Luckily, both of them had anti-dragon sheilds that they bought from some passers-by on the way to port. They had none, and were getting the lobsters to use on their trip to slay a dragon. But now it looked as if they were doomed to fight it with no food. The sheilds strained against the force of the flame. The terrible dragon stopped for one second to catch it's breath. Christian uttered a prayer, and charged the dragon, stabbling the sword into it's flesh. The head on the far left winced in pain. It bore down on him, about to bite. He raised his sheild, as Megan came to the rescue by stabbing the head before it bit. The first head was hanging low, blood dripping form it's wounds. The other two heads blew fire once more, and the couple barely raised their sheilds in time. But along with the fire came poison. Megan coughed. She wanted to run, but she could never leave Christian behind. She charged the dragon, even as the poison weakened her from inside. Christian dove over to her side, as she sliced her sword through the dragon's belly. Both remaining heads howled in pain. The two front legs lifted up off of the ground. Christian tackled Megan, pushing her out of the way, but he himself was hit. The claws made bright sparks against his armor, and they cut through along his back. He was thrown far behind the dragon. He got up, bleeding, but stil able to fight. As the dragon's middle head reared up, ready to blow, he took a galnce at Megan. She was watching him, not the dragon. He did the only thing he could. He jumped onto the dragon's back, stabbing his sword with all his might into the back of the neck. The middle head reared back, but Christian held tight to his sword, which didn't budge from its hole, deep in the back of the beast's neck. Then he saw and felt it. He heard bone snap, and the head went limp. There was still one more, and the dove onto it, barely missing the horns. Megan looked up in horror, seeing Christian being thrown like a rag doll off of the dragon's head. He flew straight into a tree. She looked over to see him climb out, protected by the weak, dead wood by his armor. He dropped out, just as the dragon reared up on it's hind legs, diving down atop Megan. As it fell, she did all she could. She held her sword up high in the air, and as the dragon collapsed on top of her, she shoved it into his flesh, causing as much damage as possible. It worked. The dragon lifted back up off her, rolling onto it's back in pain. Megan got up, caught her breath, which had been completely knocked out of her. She then helped Christian as he leaped on the beast's belly, dragging his sword behind him. She jumped on as well, swing wildly into the flesh, and as the beast coughed it's last breath, and rolled onto it's side to die, she jumped off and ran over to Christian, embracing him. The two picked up the large amount of money the dragon had probably gained from it's previous victims, and walked further south. They went through a gate, ran quickly past the demons, and continued hiking, when they reached an area of small hills, full of rats, and they continued into the great city of Varrok. They took off their armor and cheered, then spent a great deal of the dragon's money on food, and had a great feast, before talking to Father Lawrence and arranging a small memorial service for George and his men. And when the new warriors in Lumbridge ask for a good story, they tell them. And sometimes, when a brave warrior ventures into the far northern wilderness, he cas still hear the screams of the crew, and the cries of the dragon as it bore down on the two adventurers. And when ships get lost at sea, they claim to see a smokey sillouette of Geogre's ship, and an outline of a dragon behind it.

And it came to the warrior Hungryblader, a vision. He heard a voice, the low, wise voice of Saradomin, speaking to him. "Hungryblader, remember what you see, and write it for all to read, for it shall be the story of the end." So Hungryblader readied his paper and feather pen, and wrote what he saw. And it will come in the last days a great crusade. A 3-sided free-for-all battle. A large Saradominist army will fight a Zamorakian army, who are both fighting a Guthxian army. The entire wilderness will be littered with the remains and spoils of war. As the Saradominists attack, their mages casting, their archers shooting, and their warriors swinging their swords, they shalt win the war. And the balance of power will sway to Saradomin, and there will be great good among Runescape. However, the depleted Zamorakian remnants shall pray in their evil way to Zamorak, for a way to fight. And their shalt be a way. In the spirit of Balance, the infinitely neutral Guthix will be on Zamoraks side, for there is too much good in Runescape. And the Zamorakians will attack, with help from Guthix, and they shall massacare the Saradominists. However, in the great loss of life, for it is living things that give Guthix his power, that the constant death will drain Guthix. And he shall lose his neutrality, and, after helping Zamorak equal Saradomin, get carried away with his task, and become permanantly Zamorak's ally. He will dedicate himself to destruction. But the death he himself causes will drain his power ever so, and he will become a mere mortal. He will charge into battle, hoping to help at all, weilding Silverlight himself. And a Saradominist will take him on, and Guthix shall win. But this last loss of life will drain his power completely, and, since it is he who gives Silverlight it's power, Silverlight will crack at the first impact. Guthix will be an unamred mortal, killed in battle, where he shall suffer in the house of Zamorak and Iban forever. Without Guthix's help, the Zamorakians will lose much hope. They will finally summon the last chance. The dragons and demons and monsters and everything else shall descend from the north, and they shalt be powerful. But the prayers of the saradominist shalt once again prevail, and the dragons will be vanquished. And Zamorak will call the Tzok-jad from the firey depths, and they shalt also be powerful. And they shall destroy Varrok, Arugdone, and everything in between. But there will be hope. A young, strong warrior, wearing a cape of fire, will charge the tzok-jad. And the battle shalt be fierce. The cape-wearing mortal will win, but he shalt die of poisoning. And he will dwell in the house of Saradomin forever. And after that, when all but a few mortals remain of either side, there shalt be the climax of Runescape's existence. Zamorak and Iban will ascend from the depths of Hades, and Sardomin shall descend from the celestial kingdom. And they shall fight once again, even more viciously than the previous god wars of old. And the flames of Zamorak shalt engulf all but so very few of Saradomin's followers, and Saradomin shall defeat Iban after a three-day battle. As Zamorak brings down his evil flames upon his foes, Saradomin shall do one thing unheard of. He shalt summon the the fury of all of his slain followers, and his own, and bring down a greater fire, reminescent of the God Wars, once again. And the two great firestorms will engulf all of runescape, and the oceans shall boil, and the ground shalt melt into lava. And Saradomin will use his powers to protect his followers from the mighty flames. But Zamorak knows of no way to defeat his fire, for it is all he has ever known or fought with. All Zamorak knows in death, no protection. And the fire shall engulf his followers, and Saradomin shal confront Zamorak face-to-face. And the faithful Saradominists shalt swing their swords at Zamorak directly, and Zamorak shall be weakened, and the flames will vaporize him. And he shall fall into the place of tormenting he crealted himself, where he will suffer forever. And Saradomin's followers shall dwell in the celestial cities for eternity.

ok, here's some debate. I usually am not fond of PKing. I sometimes, (rarely) attack another player unless he attacks me first. I HATE being killed, and sometimes I feel bad after PKing someone. My friends are violent and destructive. The kill anything that moves. What do you guys think? I know i'm gonna get some mixed answers.

it is really messed up. Like, if somebody is following me, and I give them what they want, and the keep following me, I'll say, "Wut now?" and it'll just say *******. I don't get it. its really dumb. They censor too much.

that's what I thought everyone would say. It is nice to get free stuff, but it is dumb.

Okay, here's another topic. I had a runescape gf (just in the game) and she broke up with me saying, "It's dumb to have an online bf." I guess she's kinda right. What does everyone else think?

I also like to go to the wild to see things. I'll go into places with greater demons in them, just to explore. I once walked up to a demon, on purplose, just to see what it looks like. :D

Well, I don't 3-item all the time. Only if I know I'm gonna be out there a LONG time. Like, right now, im just living in the wild, no real destination, training. I 3-item on lang triips like that, but I carry all my armor, and some other stuff normally.

oh yeah, one more thing. EVIL EYE 69! I hate people who ask 4 free stuff. please don't tkae up forum space doing that. Thank you.

alright guys, 3-iteming can be considered noobish, but so?! I was still a noob only 7 short combat levels ago. And, sommehimes, if a 3-itemer has been out there awhile, he/she has had time to find some good stuff, and you can't tell whether they bought those items, or found them. But, the people who think 3-iteming is cheap are just the people who wanna steal ur stuff.

ya, it doesn't match the other stuff. The old one looked more real

Who knows? These rune-mining lvl 3's could be one of those "pure" people. Like my sister, Evil-toad5. She hates fighting. I had to do the fighting tutorial for her. They could be simply miners, who don't fight. And with the stuff they mine, they have $ for even more mining equipment.

Ok, if you're like me, you HATE being attacked by a higher level player or NPC. But also, I like exploring the wilderness. So how do you do it safetily? Well, after dying on a daily (sometimes twice-daily) basis, i realized something. I was walking out of Lumbridge, frustrated, because I had just died. On the ground was an Iron scimitar. I was about a level 35 at the time, and this wasn't too long ago. I was used to weilding mithril or adamant weapons. At first I just passed by the scimmy. But then I picked it up, thinking, "Ok, maybe I can sell this." Then I realized that since I found it on the ground, if I lost it, it wouldn't cost me a single coin. So, I went to the bank, & dropped off all the stuff I had, except for the scimitar. Then, I went into the wilderness. On the way there, I found a broze sheild. Once again, it wasn't very good equipment, but, again, if I lost it, it didn't hurt me. So I went and trained. That is a good way to protect your stuff. Only take what you find, or is given to you for free. That way, you lose nothing. Later, though, I started to miss my higher level stuff. So I did a new thing. I got some high level items, but only 3. That way, if I died, I'd keep them, because you always keep your 3 most valuable items, unless you've been skulled. So I took a platebody, platelegs, and a mithril scimitar. I also use any other armor I find, or that I make with what I find. Now, I do this because I plan to stay in the wilderness for a long time, to train. But If you're going simply to fight, to kill somebody, and you need armor, I reccomend that yoiu take your high level, expensive armor and weapons with you. But if you're going to be in the wilderness for an extremely long time, don't take too much, because all the time you spend in the wild is more time that you're vulnerable to attack.