Wally321

In case you cannot see it, the guy in the larger picture is wearing a black beret, def. ammy. Black shirt with green sleeves. Black pants. rune boots and dragon gloves. My Avatar Dude is wearing green shirt, defence ammy, black beret, black pants, black (armored) boots, abby whip, and dragon square.

Ok. Here is what I want. Combine my Avatar. (On the far left.) With this guy. Have them be fighting In a cool place. (You decide.) Also, I would like to have the text in the second picture at the top of the siggy. Have my RSN: Darthv Ader at the bottom right-hand corner. Lets see those siggys!

thx. I posted the image on my signature.

Head/helm/hair: Black hair, with black beret tipped lazily to left side Eyes: Blue mouth: One-side smile with curved side being left side skin colour: white ammy: Defence Ammy Weapon: Dragon Battle Axe resting on shoulder (other hand resting at other side.) Shelid: None Plate/chain: No armor, just a black shirt with green sleeves legs/skirt: No armor, just black legs(clothing) boots: rune gloves: dragon cape: black text colour: Green Text (what do you want it to say): Life's Short, Enjoy It! Play Runescape. *Extra: None **Backround:Any color that looks good, please PM upon completion: Of course. THANK YOU. I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE COMPLETED BUDDY

That event is supposedely the rarest event in the game.(Aside from the deleted ones.) I am working on a percentage for each event. Ill post it when I finish.(IF I finish.)

Can there be a free-to-play large drop party? aka "Slave Auction Drop Party"?

TY!!!!!!!

Head: Black Beret Body: Green Two-toned shirt Ammy: Defence Ammy Legs: Black Pants Shield: Dragon Square Weapon: Whip Boots: Black Boots Gloves: Green Gloves I also sent you a pm. Make the Buddy Male Plz MAN! U R A GREAT ARTIST!

Like the idea. I SUPPORT!

Many years from now, a terrible event will happen in the world of Gielinor.(Runescape is like a continent. Gielinor is like Earth. Look at the globe in the Wise Old Man's house if you don't believe me.) Anyways, I must get back to the story. Many years from now Runescape was a much different community. The payer, and the ones who were free to roam, were the same. There was no longer charge to live in glory. It was a Golden Age to the runescapers. They loved their community. But there was one problem. One problem that no one could solve. Somehow, the Zamorakian mages had access to the rune essence, and they were using it to make runes of their own. They found portals that they could put in their pack; making it so they could run thousands of blood runes in an hour. (The blood rune temple had been discovered quite some time ago.) Zamorak's power was gaining, and people noticed. The wilderness was different. It had always had an evil tint, but now a huge evil aura emitted from its' dark depths. A evil scarlet mist hung in the air. Adventurers noticed that when they breathed the mist, they felt constricted breathing, their respiration was slower, and they longed to go deeper and deeper into the wilderness. Runescape seemed ready for an evil spurt. But no one, not even the best could have been ready for the final battle of good vs. evil. We now turn our attention to Karsten. Karsten was not the strongest runescaper. Nor was he a level three necromancer. But he would soon be the turning point in the war. His hair was long, [bleep]ing out at odd directions. He wore mime's clothing. His treasured beret, and an odd yin-yang amulet. While Karsten was awoken by the sound of the barbarians, a plan was completing. All of the dots were about to be connected, and soon, very soon, fate would unfold. Zamorak would step up and claim the throne. And the world would fall into chaos. If Karsten chose that path. Karsten shivered. "What time is it?" He spoke. Every word came with a new morning headache. "3 am" came a reply from one of the miners. "Shiznit. It's early to be mining." Said Karsten. "Well, I gotta beat the crowd." The miner explained. Karsten yawned. "It seems like more and more people come to Runescape everyday." The miner stared. There was an eerie moment of silence before he spoke. "You haven't heard what has been going on with the rest of Gielinor?" "No," Karsten spoke hastily, "should I have?" The miner gazed into the distance. His eyes were hazy with the morning dew. "Well, there is a rumor going around that Zamorak is going to rise." "That's crap," Karsten exclaimed, "the Zamorak mages are always 'Zamorak is rising!, He will kill you!, Can anybody give money to the poor?' I mean, its always totally lies." "I didn't hear it from the mages." "W-Where did--- Who did you hear it from?" Stammered Karsten. "That old fart down by vampire village." "You mean the Wise Old Man." "He's still an old fart." Prostested the miner. Karsten thanked the miner for his information then headed toward Draynor Village. It wasn't much of a village though, it looked more like modern day Varrock then a village. It had a hairdresser, a sword store, a platebody store and its very own makeover mage center. Runescape was expanding every day and Draynor Village was no exception. But, things do age. Old men age too. So when Karsten finally made it to Draynor Village, he knew he would have to try to communicate with a zombie. The Wise Old Man looked like a zombie. Walked like one too.