ANOUNCEMENT: Edited Wednesday, June 20th, 2008, 2am.

 

Well I restored most of the stories... I still lost a big one towards the end and I don't even know what the hell happened to my story on Barbarian Assault on page 4. I should have saved it as a word document I guess. -.-

 

I'll try and repost those stories later on... It'll take some work.

 

Feel free to take a look around and read whatever stories peak your interest. Also don't be shy, I'd love to see your comments and you don't necessarily have to comment on my most recent piece you can drop me a message on something I've done far in the past (as long as the blog itself has been updated recently).

 

Hope you enjoy it! :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

 

 

 

Below a table of contents and some various things. You can use it to find particular stories that I've written. Just look at the table, find something that interests you and go to that page.

 

[hide=-Table of Contents-](Page1/Post1) Intro

 

(Page1/Post2) Prologue

 

(Page1/Post3-Page2/Post1) Various Stories and Reader Commentary:

 

Page 1-cocoons, herblore, gangsta, rub rub rub, pet rock, thieving, rat meat, mystery box. Page2-snail helmet

 

(Page2/Posts2-5) Tarn Razor Stories/Commentary

 

(Page2/Posts6-11) A Souls Bane/Commentary

 

(Page2/Posts12-20) Merchanting Saga/Commentary

 

(Page3/Posts1-4) Dessert Goat...to be continued... On page 6... soon... seriously...

 

(Page3/Posts5-8) Puppet Master/Commentary

 

(Page3/Posts9-12) Bloodrune comic/Commentary

 

(Page3/Post12-Page4/Post3) Various Stories and Reader Commentary:

 

Page3-void knight, cocktail cookbook, wtf, druid jokes, creature of frankenstein, toughest critics.

 

Page 4-New Updates

 

(Page4/Posts4-6) Psychiatry/Commentary

 

(Page4/Posts7-20)Various Sotires and Reader Commentary:

 

Page4-bloodvelds, edgeville poem, joe strikes again saga(fletching), hanging with the ladies, karma, skill updates, stuff, bots

 

(Page5/Posts1-6) The Z Syndicate Story Remake[/hide][hide=Current Goal]Well, I've actually run out of a membership and... money. I've kind of been focusing much of my time on school at the moment but I still have allot of Runescape related stories on the way for your enjoyment.[/hide][hide=Latest Goal Met][/hide][hide=Most Recent Treasure Item][/hide][hide=My Stats][/hide]

 

Intro

 

Hello and welcome to my Runescape journal.

 

I actually had an idea bout making a RS journal before I saw this, then one day I decided to try out tip its forums and when I noticed they had a "Blogscape" I was so happy! :)

 

Before I start I'd like to write an introduction and a prologue to the present happenings of me. What you are reading now is the introduction. Like it? I sure hope so...

 

I wish I could remember all my strange occurrences on quests in the past but I can't. However, I have not finished allot of them so when I start doing them again for the future they'll sound allot more interesting and detailed because they'll be fresh in my memory.

 

Oh but don't worry, I wont bore you by telling you about EVERY single quest I've ever done. I'll focus more on the other parts of my Runescape life, the more interesting ones. So feast your eyes and read the irony that I face on a day to day basis! Oh and one more thing, once in a while I'll post small little snidbits, some what like a comic strip only without drawings... You'll understand what I mean later, when I actually write one.

 

 

 

If you like my stories don't be shy, post away! Even add me if you'd like. Who knows, you might end up in one of them. :wink: And I can almost gaurentee if you come back weekly there's sure to be a few more posts of mine on the list for you to check out, so don't foreget to drop by and see whats new. :mrgreen:

Prologue

 

 

 

So you want to hear the truth eh? You want to know all the answers? You want to know why I did it? What happened inside of me to effect so many lives? Well, my friend I'll tell you. But first I have to recap every occurrence in my life, so that you can fully understand everything about the decision I made...

 

 

 

I was raised as a child without a dad. My mother couldn't take care of me neither, so she decided it was best to ship me off to a far away island where I could start an apprenticeship and be shown the ways of Runescape. I was given a tutor who showed me everything I needed to know to survive in this world and then I was teleported to Lumbridge, just like all the other adventures.

 

 

 

I began to enjoy the art of combat, slaughtering livestock. Cows and chickens, that sort of thing you know. Eventually I moved up the combat ladder. Fought tougher monsters, got better armor, upgraded like everyone else.

 

 

 

Although, I stayed within the territory of the Kingdoms of Asgarnia and Misthalin. I had heard of the evils that lurked beyond Misthalin to the east and I had heard about the opportunities of wealth and fame beyond Asgnaria to the west, but I was happy in the region I was in and didn't feel the need to venture further.

 

 

 

I've never been real fond of authoritive figures... I enjoyed picking fights with the White Knights just for a good battle. Fally became my home ground. I'd spend allot of time in the tavern and I could be as loud as I wanted too because the guards were too scared to mess with me. They knew if they said anything I'd show em what's what!

 

 

 

I then decided to start a little clan of able bodied men...

 

well as able bodied as we could be.

 

We were just a bunch of small time fighters who thought we knew it all.

 

I called it The Z Syndicate. We thought of ourselves as regular mobsters, running the cities. Sorta like what Phoenix and Black Arm gangs been doin in Varrock for years, only we ran Falador. We took up inhabitants in something that looked to be a fortress of some kind in the past. Now it was just some rocks surrounded by small walls.

 

 

 

Now don't get me wrong, we weren't really "bad guys". We took a few jobs from the white knights, infiltrated the black knights fortress, did some demon hunting, imp catching, found the shield of Arrav ha ha now that was a good one. We just did whatever we saw fit. I've always been a personal fan of Guthix, but some of the other guys, they liked Zammorak. Some of em even said they were servers of Saradomin. Surprisingly we all still got along really good. I think it was Guthix that brought us all together, I mean who else?

 

 

 

I started getting my smithing up and made armor for all da boys. I took care of my boys, they were like brothers to me. We stuck together through thick and thin!

 

One day, we were all hanging out in that barbarian tavern, picking fights with the barbarians, we really showed that Gunthor who's boss. Then one of the guys came up with a crazy idea.

 

He said, "Hey how come we never pk?"

 

"Pk? what are you talking about man?" I asked

 

"You know, player killing. In the wilderness, there's all sorts of adventures like us who go out there and try to kill each other!" He answered

 

"Sounds dangerous... why do they call it 'player' killing?" I inquired

 

"Heck I don't know! I guess 'player' is just another word for adventurer." He added.

 

"Fair enough, so why don't we try it?" I asked

 

 

 

So then all the guys left and we went out into the wilderness...

 

We got our behinds handed to us and Jimmy got his insides spewed all over the floor...

 

But we weren't about to give up, we started training hard in hopes to master this art of PKing. We started a recruitment drive and got lots more skilled fighters to join us. Over time we became a great clan of skilled warriors. Now, we weren't the best, but we weren't the worst either. We would win some battles and we would loose some battles.

 

 

 

It wasn't long until I went from a small time clan leader to a war lord. I saw many gruesome battles... I've been on both the top of the totem pole and rock bottom. Boy I can almost say I've seen it all. It was a life of constant fighting. I fed off the adrenaline. It was truly the life of a champion.

 

 

 

One day we got ourselves in this big war that lasted an unusually long time. There were a series of battles that occurred. And I remember one time we were out fighting and we had just finished a battle that we had won. Allot of the clan had gotten separated from me. It was just me and my buddy Gunit.

 

I knew something was going on in his head. We hadn't seen a battle like that, it was probably the toughest one we had ever faced.

 

He turned to me and he asked,

 

"Joe?"

 

"Yes?"

 

:-s "Why do we fight?" he asked with a look of astonishment

 

:-k "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to figure out what was in his head

 

"Well, we're fighting a war... and it can't be for territory because... well this is a wasteland... it can't be for resources because, there's plenty in the mainland open for anyone... it can't be religion because our clan is a mix of all sorts anyway! So what is it? ...Fame?"

 

It was a good question. I didn't actually know the answer.

 

"Why do we fight you ask?"

 

"Yes"

 

"To win the war." It was the best thing I could think of, I thought it was a pretty witty response.

 

He just gave me an odd look. Then suddenly... an arrow came out of nowhere and went right through his head! THWOOP!

 

Another landed right by my feet, I looked over and there were three archers right there!

 

"You shot the wrong one you inbasul! Joe is the one we want! We want the leader!" Said one of them.

 

In anger I ran at them with my scimitar and sliced one in the torso. The others tried shooting me from the left and I raised my shield and blocked their arrows. A few of their arrows hit my armor and pierced it. I prayed to Guthix to give me accuracy. I then hit the next one in the jaw and cut his face open real bad, he fell over. The third one shot me real bad in the back however and I was forced to run...

 

Ran from a fight, dishonorable I know, but only as dishonorable as triple teaming me.

 

 

 

That whole experience, seeing my friend die got me thinking, why DO we fight? For fame? What fame? Why? Why do I think I need fame? Fame for lives? Why? Why would we take lives for fame?

 

Days and days of pking went by, the clan had won a few wars and was at it's prime.

 

Then I started hearing voices in my head...

 

You're not good enough Boston, you'll never be famous.

 

We started loosing more battles as time went on...

 

You're all washed up, just quit! Leave the herd behind!

 

The clan was diminishing...

 

Noob!

 

The voices continued...

 

See Johnson over there? He took your kill, you should kill him. Kill him Boston, kill him! Blood! Kill him! AHAHAHAHAHA!

 

 

 

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I screamed!

 

My clan stood and stared behind me wondering what could have caused this random outburst.

 

"We didn't say a word man, you told us to be quiet after level 40 because we're on the hunt..." said one of the clan members.

 

"I think... I need a break... Guys, Gravedigger is in charge follow his orders... I'm going... I think I'm going to head out to Falador and rest a bit..."

 

I walked off as the others just stared, not knowing exactly what had happened to their fearless leader. I could hear Grave giving orders in the distance as I walked away.

 

"All right! You heard the man! On your toes maggots! Fall in everyone!"

 

 

 

I took a little time by myself to cool off. I didn't know what was wrong with me or why this was happening in my head.

 

Is everyone out to get me?

 

Is the clan really falling apart?

 

Nah, nothings happening, it's fine Boston it's fine, you're ok, pull yourself together man!

 

Everything will be ok, just go along with what you normally do Bosty ol' pal...

 

 

 

A few days went by and the voices eventually went away. It was all self confidence issues. I took a long break from the clan, from all the fighting. No one saw a wink of me for days. I became a hermit. No matter what I did I couldn't forget that question.

 

"Why do we fight?"

 

Every time I closed my eyes I could see that arrow going through Gunit's head.

 

 

 

Soon enough the clan was on a hunt for me. They must have thought, "Whatever happened to Joe? We haven't heard a word from him ever since that one night."

 

 

 

After much thought I finally figured out what was wrong with me. Or at least I thought I had. The pressures and responsibilities of leading a clan were finally weighing down on me. I had spent two years leading pks, wars, and other cordial events and it had finally gotten to me. I finally cracked under all the pressure. So many people day in and day out coming to me for advice. Coming me with their pathetic problems and arguments they had with this clan member and that clan member! Everyone always looking to me to solve every little problem in their life! And when it came down to it, in the battle field...

 

Did any of it really matter? ...

 

And then, that's when I came up with the idea. A pretty bad idea, I'll give you that, but at the time it seemed like the only way out.

 

 

 

I returned to the clan and went back to my normal duties as clan leader. They welcomed me back with open arms. My first order of business was arranging a war.

 

For a few days I planned the war out, I had many meetings with the leader of the "opposing clan" who was an old friend of mine. We discussed my idea for many days and I finally talked him into doing it.

 

 

 

The plans were set and the war was about to start. My clan was to start west of the demonic ruins in the wild and work our way east. While the opposing clan was starting east of the demonic ruins and working their way west. We designated certain areas where we could fight one on one against the opposing team and areas where we could pile one person at a time. Both styles of fighting were allowed.

 

Both our clans ran at each other from the east and the west and we met in the middle just south of the demonic ruins.

 

The battle ragged on for quite a long time and both sides were pretty evenly matched. Everything was happening as I planned it.

 

In the middle of the battle the leader of the opposing clan lured me over to the designated one vs. one area where we fought.

 

It was there that I gave up the fight and let him thrust his sword through my body.

 

 

 

SWISH

 

 

 

It happened so fast, yet after it happened it seemed time had suddenly stopped...

 

It was like I could see everything around me. I saw an overview of the battlefield, I saw my men fighting hard. But at that moment when that sword had been thrust through my torso the tides had begun to turn.

 

I fell to the ground at what appeared to be my death.

 

My clan was now loosing the war.

 

The opposing clan leader stood and laughed.

 

What was left of my clan was forced to retreat having lost all hope now that their valiant leader was gone.

 

The Z Syndicate was finished, after two years of fighting, finally finished...

 

 

 

There the opposing leader stood over my body. All the other solders had left the battle field. It was just me and him.

 

I stood.

 

 

 

"Har har har", he laughed, "A staged death Boston, well done." He said hysterically

 

"Couldn't have done it without you... Gunit" I replied, sort of regretting the whole thing.

 

"That's right... couldn't have done it without me, you'd be no where without me Joe..."

 

"What are you saying?"

 

"I was always by your side Joe, through all the wars we've been through together and what do you do when an arrow makes its way through my jaw? You just leave me there to die?!" He shouted, finally letting out bent up frustration inside

 

"I didn't think you survived! Not many people survive an arrow through the head!" I shouted back

 

"Could it have hurt to at least check?" He asked

 

"I did all I could... there were three of em man..."

 

"Yeah, well maybe I should leave you for dead like you did me!" He yelled as he swung his sword at me, this time trying to cut me for real.

 

I dashed back and he missed and we then broke out into an intense fight.

 

I was trying to go easy on him but he wouldn't let up... I was forced to take his life...

 

I found an open spot and took advantage to it. I thrust my sword through his tattered armor to deliver a fatal blow.

 

With his last breath he said to me, "Boston...joe... you're a coward..."

 

 

 

He was right...

 

I was a coward...

 

But wasn't it him who planted the question in my mind?

 

"Why do we fight?"

 

I don't know Gunit... I just don't know... Why did we?

 

 

 

So now you know Gravedigg... Now you know exactly why I did it... And here we are, once again. Now I can start all over new and do everything all over again to try and forget the old days...

 

I know faking my death was wrong...

 

But now I just want to forget all that and start over

 

...

In this post and the ones after it I'll skip to the point and start talking about my every day occurences in Runescape. Now that you know my dark past you can witness the everyday happenings of Bostonjoe.

 

But first a quick recap of what I did after my clan leading days up the present.

 

 

 

Ok so after the whole clan leading thing (actually a little bit towards the end). I started a membership and ventured beyond the lands of Asgarnia and Misthalin. I got my membership at level 100, so I guess you can consider me a noob, bite me. I really like theiving and became a pretty good theif. I'm also not bad at agility.

 

Then I started killing dragons for a living. I started saving up to buy myself some form of Barrows armour. I did some reaserch and found that Verracs would suit me well. Because it peirces through armour and prayer, but it doesn't have the best defence. However I have pretty good defence for my level and really good attack, and then my strength skill is well in between my attack and defence, so that's why I figured I'd do good with Verracs. Although I got some pretty valuble clue scrolls from the dragons, they wern't getting me money fast enough so I decided to start fighting trolls for the drops. I don't want to reveal all my money making secrets to you but the point is I got full Veracs a couple of days ago. Now me and my friend have started going to KQ all the time!

 

We got a Dragon 2handed first time we killed her!

 

It was just two of us too, we own!

 

We're probably going to go again tomorrow but we're bringing a third person because today we sorta had a hard time :(

Nicely written, and on behalf of everyone here at Tip.It welcome :D

 

First Post FTW

Oooo cocoons...

 

 

 

This sniplet takes place right after me and Gravedigg killed the Kalphite Queen. Imagine two guys standing around in full Veracs in a bare Kalphite Lair with dead bugs all around them.

 

 

 

Gravedigg: I guess we got here after someone else because she was already in her second form...

 

Bostonjoe: Yeah.

 

Gravedigg: I don't think we're going to beat her a second time, she did allot of range attacks and now I'm almost out of sharks...

 

Bostonjoe: Ya, I don't think we're going to beat her again either...

 

Gravedigg: Want to tele?

 

 

 

:-k long pause

 

Bostonjoe: Wait...

 

Bostonjoe walks over to a cocoon and stares at it for a few seconds

 

 

 

Gravedigg: what?

 

 

 

Bostonjoe pokes the cocoon, it jiggles

 

Bostonjoe: lol, K lets go :mrgreen:

 

Bostonjoe smashes his Lumbridge tablet and teleports

 

 

 

Gravegigg: Lmao :lol:

 

Gravedigg smashes his tablet and teleports

 

 

 

If you thought this was funny let me know. It might take a bit of imagination on your part however, so it might even be your fault if you don't think its funny :P

Training Herblore

 

 

 

I was looking for a place to get good herb drops one day when I got a private message...

 

 

 

xxLaserxx: Hey boston!!!!

 

Bostonjoe: Yeah?

 

xxLaserxx: I found a great place to get herb drops!

 

Bostonjoe: Really? where?

 

xxLaserxx: Come to Yanille!

 

Bostonjoe: ...ok...

 

 

 

I then teleported to Yanille and met up with Laser who was standing in front of a hole by the wall.

 

 

 

xxLaserxx: What's your agility level?

 

Bostonjoe: 56

 

xxLaserxx: Good! Follow me!

 

Bostonjoe: ok

 

 

 

They climb into the hole and come out on the other side of the wall and are now standing in front of a run down shack, filled with cobwebs

 

Laser cuts away the webs and they go downstairs, there they find a number of chaos druids. Laser runs over and kills one with ease

 

 

 

xxLaserxx: They drop alot of herbs!

 

Bostonjoe: ...you just found out about this? I could have went to travary for this -.-

 

xxLaserxx: I got a white berry!

 

Bostonjoe: Really? wow! :shock:

 

 

 

Bostonjoe notices an alter to the side

 

Bostonjoe: Oh hey look an alter!

 

He begins to walk over to pray at it

 

 

 

xxLaserxx: :ohnoes: Hey no wait! Don't use th-

 

 

 

Bostonjoe prays at the alter and springs a trap, causing him to fall into a pit of spiders!

 

 

 

xxLaserxx: Don't use the alter... -.-

Gangsta!

 

 

 

I was in the bank looking for a partiular item when I overheard a nearby conversation.

 

 

 

Noob1: Cuz I'm strait up gangsta f00!

 

Noob2: No you're not -.-

 

 

 

Bostonjoes eyes suddenly shift to his rubber chicken in the bank

 

 

 

Noob1: Yah I iz! I can pwn you! You know why? Because I'm gangsta! 8-)

 

Noob2: . . . :-X

 

 

 

Bostonjoe smacks Noob1 with a rubber chicken!

 

 

 

Noob1: wtf?! #-o

 

Bostonjoe: =; Stop Talking... you, are an idiot...

 

Noob1: . . . But I'm strait up gang--

 

Smack!

 

 

 

END

Rub Rub Rub

 

 

 

Once in a while I'm cooking somthing and I accidently use my raw fish on the person next to me. Somtimes, I wish there was an animation for that.

 

 

 

Bostonjoe rubs a raw tuna on a random noob

 

Random noob: ewww wtf?! :shock:

 

Bostonjoe: Huh? Do you like that?! huh?! Ooooh yeeeeah! :twisted:

 

Continues to rub

 

 

 

Random noob: Get away from me you sicko!!! :ohnoes:

 

Runs away

 

 

 

Bostonjoe watches him run off, completly unphased, and continues cooking as if nothing happend

I killed the Kalphite Queen again today with some friends and we got a Dragon Chain! Woo hoo! We sold it and split the money and now I have an extra 4.6 mil! Go me! :thumbsup:

 

 

 

I spent 1.4mil on full Torag and found out it really sucks! I think I'll keep it though... it looks really cool and the armour itself defends really well. I could, however, sell my full Veracs and Torag and buy Gunthans... but I don't know if I want to give up my Veracs yet. Maybe I'll just keep what I have and buy some D legs, I really can't decide.

 

But I do know I want Gunthans eventually. If I ever get a D chain at the Kalphite Queen again I would sell Torag in a heartbeat and buy Gunthans.

Pet Rock

 

 

 

Player1: What's that?

 

Player2: What's what?

 

Player1: That thing in your hand.

 

Player2: Oh this? it's a pet rock.

 

Player1: A rock?

 

Player2: Yep.

 

Player1: What does it do?

 

Player2: Umm... well... It can stay... it can play fetch... sorta... and... It's a real good listener, I can tell it all my problems...

 

Player1: :shock: ...Right...

 

Player2: Wanna see it fetch?

 

Player1: Sure I guess.

 

 

 

Player2 sets it down on the ground, throws a stick at it which hits it and bounces off

 

the rock just sits there motionless, completely unphased

 

Player2 shrugs and picks it back up

 

 

 

Player1: . . . that's the lamest thing I've ever seen.

 

Player2: Don't listen to him rocky he didn't mean it, you're the bestest rock in the whole wide world!

 

Player1: . . .so how did you get that thing anyway?

 

Player2: I bought it

 

Player1: :shock: You paid money for a rock?!

 

Player2: Yep.

 

Player1: How much did you pay for it?

 

Player2: 500k :

 

Player1: ...you are a complete idiot...

 

Player2: Your mom! :x

 

Player1: Thus proving my point...

Pet Rock Part 2

 

 

 

Player1: I'm bored...

 

Player2 speaks as he stares at his pet rock

 

Player2: Yeah.

 

Player1: You wanna go play castle wars?

 

Player2: Na. I just want to stand here and stare at my pet rock...

 

Player1: Dude, that thing is worse then crack, you need to put it down and walk away.

 

Player2: Put it down? Heck no, this thing is awesome!

 

Player1: ,,!,,

 

Player2: You go to castle wars, I'll just sit here and stare at my rock...

 

Player1: Come on man! Lets go to the fight pits or somthing, this is boring!

 

Player2: Can I bring Rocky?

 

Player1: Yeah sure whatever, whatever I can do to get you to move! Comeon!

 

Player2: K

 

 

 

As they walk to the fight pits Player2 is still afixated on his rock, staring at it as they go

 

 

 

Player1: Allright, we're here, comeon hurry lets go through the barrier before the next match starts.

 

they walk through the barrier and the match begins

 

Player1: OMG look over there!

 

Player2 looks over to see Zezima in the fightpits!

 

Player2: Woah! We're dead!

 

Zezmina begins to run in their direction!

 

Player1: Ahhhh!

 

Player2 throws the rock at Zezima, hitting him spare in the forehead dilivering 99 damage knocking him out cold!

 

Player1: WTF?! :shock: Looks like that rock came in handy after all... :-k

 

Player2: lol yep, I knew rocky would come in handy! \

 

Rocky splits in half

 

Player2: :cry: Nooooooooooooooooooooo!

 

Player1: Lmao :XD:

 

Suddenly an anchient mage comes and kills them both

I usually hate reading, but your stories actually entertain me :]

 

Really like the Herblore and the clan ones, keep on writing =]

Thank you Elferin and Ilcw! Good to know someone enjoys my writings. I think it's obvious to see alot of my little stories are made up. Some of them really happended in the game however, I think you'll be able to tell the diference.

 

Anyways, I'll continue to post my interesting stories and real life happenings in Runescape.

 

Thanks for reading!

Theiving

 

 

 

here we see player1 and player2 visiting the church in lumbridge after a long battle

 

 

 

Player1 restores prayer and turns around to see Player2 pickpocketing a woman

 

 

 

Player1: What are you doing?!

 

Player2: Training theiving... duh.

 

Player1: In a church?! Do you have any morals?!

 

Player2: ...Obviously not, I'm theiving!

 

Player1: Man Saradomin is going to strike you down!

 

Player2: Bah! You're full of it! What's the worst that could happen?!

 

 

 

A lighting bolt shoots right through the roof of the church, shocking Player2 and burning him to a crisp

 

 

 

Player1: ...Totally didn't see that one coming...

This is the most interesting blog I have ever seen.

 

I actually have to say I read the entire thing so far.

 

Rub Rub Rub was probably my favorite so far because it's so true lol.

 

 

 

Well done indeed and I can't wait to read all your future stories.

 

 

 

=D>

 

 

 

Feel free to give me an add next time you log on so I can hear of all your excellent day to day Runescape adventures lol.

 

 

 

:thumbsup:

Rat Meat

 

 

 

Player2: Hey guess what? I made some pizza!

 

Player1: Cool

 

Player2: Wanna try some?

 

Player1: Yeah sure.

 

Player2 gives Player1 a pizza

 

Player1 eats a piece

 

Player2: How is it?

 

Player1: Mmm it's good, what kind of meat is this anyway?

 

Player2: Rat

 

Player1: :-X

 

Player1 barfs

 

 

 

And thanks for the compliments! Really great to hear some people like my blog.

Mystery Box

 

 

 

If only we could store our mystery boxes in a closet somewhere in our house...

 

 

 

Player1: Whats that?

 

Player2: It's some lame box that some strange old man gave me...

 

Player1: ...Kreepy...

 

Player2: Yeah, it's got a bunch of numbers and shapes on it.

 

Player1: Sounds boring, lets go pking.

 

Player2: Yeah sure, let me just throw this in the closet.

 

Player2 tosses the mystery box in the closet and closes the door and they leave the house to go pking

 

Months pass and Player2 returns to his house

 

Player2: Home sweet home... I actually havn't been here for a while... I think I'll rebuild my stove and make a better one...

 

Player2 opens the door and thousands of Mystery Boxes hit him in the face until he is eventually burried in boxes!

 

Player2: ****

Nice blog, more people need to read this but most people on here are attracted to pictures. So you could add some if you want. : D

When I came up with the ideas for most of these little sniplets I write, I originally thought they'd be great for comics. But I don't have the paitience to sit and draw little runescape characters. I am a good artist but not THAT good. I thought about taking snapshots of the game and posting them into paint... but idk if I have the paitence to do that either, and it'll be a tad hard to get pics of me poking a cacoon in the Kalphite Lair.

 

However, it is still a good idea and I'll at least consider it for future posts.

 

 

 

P.S. I have fixed alot of my typing, spelling, and gramatical errors in the Prologue! If there was somthing you didn't get after reading it, it will now make more sense. Thank you for reading and please continue to visit again in the future.

When I came up with the ideas for most of these little sniplets I write, I originally thought they'd be great for comics. But I don't have the paitience to sit and draw little runescape characters. I am a good artist but not THAT good. I thought about taking snapshots of the game and posting them into paint... but idk if I have the paitence to do that either, and it'll be a tad hard to get pics of me poking a cacoon in the Kalphite Lair.

 

However, it is still a good idea and I'll at least consider it for future posts.

 

 

 

P.S. I have fixed alot of my typing, spelling, and gramatical errors in the Prologue! If there was somthing you didn't get after reading it, it will now make more sense. Thank you for reading and please continue to visit again in the future.

 

 

 

If you have the patience to come up and write these awesome stories you got to be able to come up with some small little comic sniplets :D

Snail Helmet? ROFL

 

 

 

Bostonjoe is walking around Edgeville minding his own buisness when he sees a ranger wearing a snail helmet

 

Bostonjoe begins to luagh hysterically

 

 

 

Snailheadguy: Wut?

 

Bostonjoe: ROFL! What's that thing eathing your head?

 

Snailheadguy: ...it's a snail helmet...

 

Bostonjoe falls on the floor with laughter

 

Bostonjoe: Haha look at it! It looks so stupid! HAHAHA

 

Snailheadguy: You know, you were a noob once too...

 

Bostonjoe: Yeah but I didn't have to wear stupid looking armour like that! ROFL!

 

Snailheadguy: What about the Berzerker and Warrior helmets?

 

Bostonjoe quickly stops luaghing

 

Bostonjoe:. . .

 

Snailheadguy: lol

 

Bostonjoe: :x You shut up! You shut up right now!

 

Bostonjoe runs off

 

 

 

P.S. To the readers, heh heh. Actually it's much easier for me to sit down and write somthing. Alot of these little stories are things that happen in my head, some of them are true experiences only exagerated to make them even funnier! The extent of comic making that I have done is stick figures

 

Maybe someday I'll make my own website containing a seriese of Runescape comics! :-k

Tarn Razor

 

And The Undead Legions

 

 

 

 

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Every once in a while an adventure gets hungry for more adventures, little did I know I would be getting into deeper trouble then I expected. I was in the mood to kill some new and interesting monsters so I went to the slayer master in Edgeville dungeon and asked for a job.

 

 

 

He told of an evil necromancer named Tarn Razor who had been hiding out in an old abandoned mine for years, the mine was said to be haunted and filled with undead minions that do Tarn's bidding. Tarn had apparently been plotting to take over the world, but he needed to build up his power of magic first.

 

 

 

The slayer master wanted me to kill 46 Terror Dogs, Tarn's loyal pets; and though it wasn't apart of the job, he said if I could kill successfully kill Tarn the pay would be double. I accepted his offer and set off to Varrock library to do some research.

 

 

 

I had been to the Haunted Mines on a previous occasion but had not explored Tarn's Lair. I couldn't find much on the site itself, only stories of folk who wandered in and never came out. Apparently the area had never been mapped either so this was going to be a tough feat. The librarian warned me not to go, he said there were many traps down there and I might not come out alive. However the threat of death was not enough to keep me from going down there. Being an adventurer I risk my life every day with daily adventures.

 

 

 

I decided to take an Initiate plate and legs with me so that my prayer would last longer. I also took my helmet of Neititznot, rune defender, whip, combat bracelet, ring of life, Lumbridge tablet, lots of food, and some prayer potions. I had also heard that there was a brave banker within the mine that you can retrieve your banked items from for a fee of 100 coins, so I took some money along as well.

 

 

 

I then set off on my journey dangerous eastern swamps, the land of the broken and the damned. When I arrived at Canifis I realized I would need a full druid pouch to continue through the swamp. I did NOT want my food to rot in the Mort Myre Swamp. Although I could bank at the town of Burgh de Rott near the mines, I didn't want the hassle of wrestling with vampires on the way. So I got my silver sickle and druid pouch, entered the gate, and blessed a nearby rotted log over and over again to receive many fungi which I could fill my druid pouch with.

 

 

 

After I had a pretty well filled pouch I continued my trek through the dangerous swamp. I ran through as fast as I could dodging ghasts and other things that got in my way. Finally I made it through to a safe enclosure and continued walking south until I reached the mines.

 

 

 

I entered the temple where I soon found the brave ol' banker and I gave him some coins and he let me get more cooked sharks from my bank account.

 

 

 

The journey through the temple was a tough one, there were many tricks and traps I had to dodge along the way, but I got through it. I just wanted to get through it quickly so I prayed for protection against melee attacks and Guthix was very generous.

 

 

Finally I found my way into Tarns private courtiers! There he was, we were face to face! I was actually quite surprised, he looked like a normal old man.

 

 

 

What are you doing here?! I thought no one would be able to find me in these old abandoned mines! How could you even get past all the traps and my undead minions!

 

Ha, Im a master of agility and thieving! The traps were nothing and Ive handled worse monsters in the past, no zombie is going to stop me!

 

Gah! Good for nothing mindless corpses! Ill just have to finish you off myself!

 

He began to utter some strange words, let out a huge wale, and began to transform.

 

GGGGRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

He fell to his knees, his flesh began to rot and mutate before my eyes. His muscles expanded in huge proportions, tentacles grew from his back and ripped off his shirt. He had become a gigantic undead monster! He then animated some Terror Dog statues into life and they charged after me like wolfs on the hunt!

 

Now you see my true form! He said as he laughed in my face.

 

Crap, I thought this would be easy. . ., I said under my breath.

 

Quickly ran behind Tarn, trying to get him between me and the dogs. With the dogs out of my way, I could focus more on Tarn. Not for long however, for there were two sets of some old rusted steel armor lying on the ground. He animated them, they came to life and tried to attack me, but they could barely scratch my armor. I ignored the suits of armor and continued to focus all my attention on Tarn.

 

The terror dogs snarled and growled as I tore their master to pieces. Finally I had done it, I cut him a real good one in the heart and he fell to the floor. The terror dogs began to whimper and sniffed his body, he appeared to be dead.

 

It was eerily quiet. . . Too quiet. I felt my faith drain away just by the eerie feeling in the room. I sensed my prayers crash to the ground. I felt the presence of Guthix leave and I knew I was on my own.

 

Suddenly, He sprung up out of his body as a spirit and attacked me once again! The terror dogs dashed at me as well, they bit and scratched at my body, trying to tear me into pieces. I finally understood why they called them terror dogs.

 

I still pressed on knowing I could defeat this evil spirit and sliced through it again and again with my whip until I could see nothing left! The spirit seemed to have melted to the floor, Tarn was defeated and I finished off all the Terror dogs in the room as well. I felt I had learned a bit about the art of monster slaying by defeating him.

 

I then entered the next room to see what could be inside. It looked like Tarn's very own bedroom. It was filled with books of all sorts. But one book really caught my eye, it was Tarn's Journal. When I grabbed it I could hear some growling from outside the room. It sounded a lot like terror dogs, which sort of un-nerved me, but it didnt stop me from opening that journal.

 

I took some time to read his journal front to back and found out the secret to creating an even more powerful Salve Amulet. I quoted the spell he wrote down in his journal while rubbing my Salve Amulet and it began to glow, I could feel its power had increased. I knew it would have even greater effect when fighting the undead now.

 

I then exited his room and noticed that the gates holding four small Terror Dogs behind bars had been opened and the dogs were released and ready to tear me to shreds!

 

That explains the growling. I thought.

 

I got in a corner and killed each of them one by one and continued to kill more Terror Dogs until my slayer assignment was finished, there sure were a lot of those little bastards, but I killed all 46 of em!

 

Having finished what I had come to do, I smashed my Lumbridge tablet and teleported. A job well done.

 

. . . THE END . . .

Tarn's Closet?!

 

 

 

While venturing through Tarn's lair Bostonjoe stumbled upon an odd door

 

:-k "What's this? Some kind of secret passage? hmm maybe there's treasure..."

 

Boston pushed the door, and it slowly creeked open to reveal two skeletons doing the Thriller Dance!

 

Skeleton1: Oooh yeah, boogie!

 

Skeleton2: We are sooo better then the boogie man!

 

Bostonjoe: :shock:

 

The skeletons then noticed Boston and were startled!

 

They stared at each other for a while

 

Bostonjoe: . . . I'll just . . . leave you two alone . . . :?

 

Joe then slowly closed the door

 

:| "God, that was weird. . . Seems Tarn has some skeletons in his closet."

 

 

 

Skeleton1: You think we should have shouted 'Brains' or somthing?

 

Skeleton2: Naw, that's what the the stupid zombies do, and it never works.

 

 

 

END

Hahahaha!

 

kudos to you! I love your stories; I wish I would've read them sooner or something.

 

I don't get why you won't post some on BoF forums, I mean, really, that site is dead now!

 

And the "Rub rub rub" one, I couldn't stop laughing. :XD:

 

Keep writing and we'll keep reading. :D

shameless self promotion

 

 

 

For those of you that don't know, BoF is a clan that stands for Blades of Fury. It was created by one of the clan members in The Z Syndicate, which was the clan that I started and lead for 2 years until I finally quit and faked my death.

 

 

 

So anyways, Talim. Thanks for the post, I don't plan on posting on BoF anymore, the clan is dead, never was alive, and cannot be resurected. It's like a baby aborted in its whom. :boohoo:

 

 

 

On a lighter note, I'm working on a killer story based on a quest in Runescape that everyone will love. This one will be a bit more serious but may still contain some of my quick clever humor in some of my more famous peices. So I encourage all five of my fans, keep reading for what is coming next is a real doosy! Lol! :lol: