Runescape and the internet rift (Its back! Chapter 4!!!)

[Harakiri]

Has nothing to do with snake and noob!

 

 

 

BEWARE: May contain references to things people:

 

a.)like to do

 

or:

 

b.) games people like to play

 

 

 

 

 

Runescape is unlike any other RPG I have ever played for a couple reasons. The first thing, macroers. The second, Free to play is actually updated every eight months once. Third, the amount of scams the game has. Last, the crappy updates...

 

Passage from: Runescape an RPG that has a funny name! Run escape? Oh god...that about sums up the whole f2p experience!+

 

 

 

A story of war over the internet. The battle of The Club Penguin Iceburg. And the death of the best. Real world feuds. And the internet being screwed. The people of runescape are bent on destroying all other RPG's while Jagex figures out how to stop it. A wise old man who lives in draynor knows a couple things. A bunch of other completely destructive things. King Arther and Zamorack team up? The ultimate saga of Runescape Vs. Other internet games.

 

 

 

 

 

LIST OF CHAPTERS FOR PART 1

 

 

 

1: The Glitch

 

2:Sacking

 

3: Tearing a hole through the fabric of the internet

 

4: PENGUINS!

 

5: The team up

 

6: King Arther must die!

 

7: Zoologists and the flying unicorn

 

8: The entrance to the rift

 

9: Wikipedia is invaded!

 

10: World of Worldcraft is found out about

 

11: Destroying the ultimate RPG

 

12: REAL WORLD: The geeks of WOW revolt!

 

13: Club penguin

 

14: Burning the iceburg

 

15: Snowballs!

 

16: [garden tool] [garden tool] [garden tool] its Shanty Claws!

 

17: REAL WORLD: the internet in turmoil

 

18:The end of the clubs war

 

19: REAL WORLD: The governments strike

 

20: The wise old mans warning.

 

 

 

Enjoy...I will post tomorrow and hopefully almost everyday. Like I said before nothing to do with Snake and Noob though with the storyline you would think it was affiliated...

 

 

 

It is not solely humor. It is tragedy. Love. War. Adventure. Redemption. Revenge. And almost everything else I could think of. A little comedy. Thats it.

[Xewleer]

sounds fun! haven't seen much activity in a while. =D

[Harakiri]

Xewler, I have been busy as hell and I had to do something...currently working on a sprite comic that makes fun of sonic the hedgehog. Anywho, better post this before ECW come on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The blizzard completely blinded the man in the cloak as he made his descent from the slippery mountain a little ways north of the Death Plateau. He was having a hard time getting down, slipping a couple times and nearly falling of the mountain once. He was shivering. His armor and cloak did not prevent the cold from reaching his skin.

 

 

 

His cloak dragged after him as he tripped on a slippery slope. He fell off the mountain. Suddenly he felt a lurch. His cloak was caught on a branch hanging from the mountain. It was gradually ripping.

 

 

 

He looked below him and above him, desperately searching for a way to escape the fall and his eminent death. He could find nothing. He heard the fabric of his cloak tare.

 

 

 

He felt another lurch and looked below him again. His deathbed lay in the cold snow below. His body would probably never be found.

 

 

 

The cloak completely tore.

 

 

 

He closed his eyes and started to fall, stomach first. He opened his left a little and could not believe his luck. An icy pool beneath him. He opened both eyes and fell through a thin sheet of ice and into the water. He could not breath. The water was to cold. He started to swim desperately but could not swim fast enough. He was to far below the surface, he had no hope of getting to the top.

 

 

 

But then the whole sheet of ice above him exploded. A sword fell into the depths. The man strained to see it. He could see blood blocking his vision.

 

 

 

The sword started moving towards him. The hilt suddenly placed itself into the mans open hand. The sword glowed a brilliant light and the sword flew through the water at speeds unimaginable. The sword and the man both broke the surface of the water and both landed on a pile of snow.

 

 

 

The man thought he was dead but could tell he was not. He could see fine. He did not feel cold. The sword was heating him up because the snow began to melt very quickly.

 

 

 

The man bent over and coughed up blood. He looked at himself, and saw shards of ice implanted in his stomach. His armor was drenched with blood and he could feel a hot wet liquid drizzling down his forehead.

 

 

 

He grabbed the sword and began to walk away, when the sword suddenly swung out of his hand. It levitated in the air for a moment but suddenly took a swing at the man. The man could not dodge for it was too fast. He felt a mind numbing pain in his hand. He dare not look down but could not force himself to stop.

 

 

 

His left hand was no more. There was his arm, half a wrist, and then nothing. Blood soaked his arm and dripped to the snow. His hand lay in the snow, a pool of blood where the sever was made.

 

 

 

The sword suddenly fell and a man appeared before the cloaked man. He was wearing a red robe with a hood completely covering his face.

 

 

 

"A gift from the dark lord." The robed man said.

 

 

 

"Who the hell are you? Why did you cut off my hand?"

 

 

 

"Because the dark lord wants you to have the hand of a god like being. You have to have a godlike hand in order to control this thing." He nodded down towards the sword.

 

 

 

"Why me?" The man asked.

 

 

 

The robed figure considered for a minute. "Because my boy, you were headed towards the god wars dungeon, the place where most mortals die and some escape. No one has ever retrieved the sword inside. We are handing it to you for free. It does have a small glitch though. It can cut through anything. If this went to the wrong people our land would be in ruin."

 

 

 

"What do you want me to do?"

 

 

 

"We want you to kill a couple people, that is all. The list is here, but in order to get it and the sword and the hand, you must sell your soul to Zamorack or forever live in damnation."

 

 

 

"I sell my soul to Lord Zamorack! Please let me live, please help me."

 

 

 

"Such a coward, lost a hand and you start to beg the dark lord. He see's great potential in you. Do not become His enemy."

 

 

 

"Yes. Please, my hand, I am dying."

 

 

 

The stump where the mans hand used to be suddenly grew large wires that jumbled together to create a wire hand. The man flexed it and looked at a large, thick piece of ice beside him. He flicked it and watched the ice fly everywhere.

 

 

 

He picked up the sword and held his hand out.

 

 

 

"Give me the list. It is time to kill a couple people."

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1: GLITCH

 

 

 

Sean moved his finger over the spines of some books in a bookcase in the Varrock library. He found what he was looking for and pulled it off the shelf. He quickly looked out a window in the room and then started a jog towards a sturdy table with random gibberish on it (a copy of Snake and Noob and a volume of Archimages tales for starters).

 

 

 

Sean threw these books to the floor and opened his book. He flipped through the pages and found a page he liked. He started a quick read through the page. He looked up. He pulled a waterskin out of the backpack he always wore everywhere.

 

 

 

Reldo was putting some fliers on a table right next to the door leading into the library. Sean opened his waterskin and poured it on the floor.

 

 

 

"Crap!" He yelled and jumped up, acting irritated.

 

 

 

"Oh, don't worry about it sir, I will go get a mop." Reldo walked out of the library.

 

 

 

Sean ripped the page he was reading out of the book and stuffed it in his backpack. He waited for Reldo to get back and helped him mop up. Then he left.

 

 

 

Outside, storm clouds blocked the sun and the palace guards were screaming something about a glitch in the fabric of the world. Sean knew what they were talking about because it was a wifes tale that his mom had told him. When The storm clouds were purple and black, it was supposed to be a glitch in the weather that could cause the end of civilization. Well, oddly enough, the clouds outside were completely purple and black and filled the sky. A light drizzle started and Sean could feel the rain drops [puncture] his skin.

 

 

 

He walked faster. He found a spot near the town square fountain and sat down. He opened his bag and grabbed a bunch of fliers. He handed them out to passerby (guess who he stole these from on his way out of the palace?). He looked around. Nobody suspicious seemed to be anywhere around. He continued handing the fliers out and continued to look this way and that, searching for someone who looked out of place.

 

 

 

And then he came.

 

 

 

A lightning bolt came from the sky and blew the fountain to pieces (ever wonder what happened to the old fountain?). Sean got down on the ground and put his hands over his head as [racist term]s of granite from the fountain flew everywhere. He could feel the chunks slicing his back up.

 

 

 

The chunks stopped flying and Sean turned around. Standing before him, holding the godsword in his hand, was the assassin.

 

 

 

"I swear whatever I did wrong..." Sean started to say.

 

 

 

"According to the list you have been using the power he gave you to steal valuables from others. You are a thief. And lord Zamorack despises your kind."

 

 

 

"How could he, he is the dark lord. Is stealing not an evil thing to do?"

 

 

 

"He does not care. he gave power so you could kill the kings and squires of the land and only one was killed. And for gods sake he governed draynor village. He cannot even be declared a squire. He can't even be called a mayor!"

 

 

 

"But he was governing the people!"

 

 

 

"And guess what? According to my list, he was "easily revived by a nameless old man who lives across the street from the bank." Tell me about that?"

 

 

 

"I did not know there was a wise old man in draynor village who could do that..."

 

 

 

"Enough! You will now be condemned to an eternity in a pit full of blood craving hellhounds." The man raised the sword over his head. He plunged it into Sean's stomach. Blood gushed around the sword.

 

 

 

The sword was pulled out and the last thing Sean heard before his punishment was:

 

 

 

"By the way, enjoy."

 

 

 

NEXT: CHAPTER 2: SACKING

 

 

 

Hope this was pretty good (longer than my usual stories). As the assassin said "Enjoy" my upcoming chapters.

[Bluejayfan94]

Hey ratchet, Long time no talky. Pretty good story. Lol good funny parts in the brackets. And yea, it does seem to have that Snake and Noob storyline. but I guess after writing like millions of those stories all of them sound like it. :XD:

[Xewleer]

Enjoy your blood stained death, where you will be tortured for all eternity, never resting, always feeling the pain of loneliness and despair! Desu!

 

 

 

Sounds fun and enjoyable.

[Harakiri]

Enjoy your blood stained death, where you will be tortured for all eternity, never resting, always feeling the pain of loneliness and despair! Desu!

 

 

 

Sounds fun and enjoyable.

 

 

 

LOL...Its always fun to include characters who keep on saying fun things about eternal damnation! Especially when they are power hungry and work for a god that seems to appear in almost every story I write...odd.

 

 

 

Blood is always great to add to your story because it makes the story adult. You don't want a child to read your story. Plus, god only knows why, but I can describe gore very good.

[Harakiri]

Hey ratchet, Long time no talky. Pretty good story. Lol good funny parts in the brackets. And yea, it does seem to have that Snake and Noob storyline. but I guess after writing like millions of those stories all of them sound like it. :XD:

 

 

 

Sup dude? Or blue jay...

 

 

 

Anyway, the brackets were the only funny parts. And I know that since all I wrote was Snake and Noob for like 3 months, it is probably a pain in the [wagon] to not see it as Snake and Noob (gore, violence from beginning to end, Zamorack, I think I overused hellhounds in Snake and Noob, a weapon that is powerful as hell, yup, I can see where you see the stuff that soinds alike.).

[Bluejayfan94]

Gore, violence, funnies beginning to end. :XD:

 

But really, if you write a story as long as you did, Like archimage, you begin to stay in the mode (Like in the bluejay chronicles Archimage is evil. In one of my posts he was evil just because he finished writing the next chapter)

 

 

 

May I say something else off topic:

 

God I must be getting a F in typing! I spelt like every word in this post wrong!

[Harakiri]

It is time for the next epic chapter!

 

 

 

 

 

The king stood in front of the ruins of the fountain in shock. Little drips of blood dotted the once clean pavement. The clouds were now completely black, but it was still somewhat easy to see everything. Rain fell from the sky and cooled the king off. He had had a hell of a time watching the fountain blow up. The centerpiece of Varrock gone! And he was bankrupt at the moment! Dammit! Damn it all!

 

 

 

A body lay on the ground close to the elegantly dressed king. The king looked at the body closely and could see that he got jabbed in the stomach. His clothes were blood soaked. He had a backpack on. The King grabbed it from the carcass and proceeded back to the castle.

 

 

 

From far away, the King could hear cries. He imagined small children, held close to the breasts of their mothers, screaming, tears rolling down their face.

 

 

 

The king shook that thought from his head as he entered the lobby of the castle and headed toward the library.

 

 

 

Inside the library, Reldo was writing something up. As the King walked in, Reldo looked up from his work and stood.

 

 

 

"Sir!" he said.

 

 

 

"Sit down you twit! You work for me, you can address me by my name."

 

 

 

"Yes, Gails."

 

 

 

Gails set the backpack onto a table. He opened it and dug inside. He pulled out a handful of fliers.

 

 

 

"So thats where they went!" Reldo said and started grabbing every one of them out of the bag.

 

 

 

The king kept digging as well and pulled out a torn out piece of paper.

 

 

 

"What in the world?" The king said, reading it, feeling his heart pump.

 

 

 

Reldo walked over and read over his shoulder.

 

 

 

"No way!" He exclaimed.

 

 

 

The kings heart stopped as he read the last words:

 

 

 

And thus, Zamorack created a minion to lurk in the shadows of the world, and forever murder those Zamorack tell him to.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2: SACKING

 

 

 

The assassin lay in a bed, strewn around it dead bodies, and stared at his wire-like arm. It was a hideous thing, but powerful. He looked at the sword laying on a nightstand next to the bed. It was a fine piece of work. Jewels in the hilt, gilded with red gold.

 

 

 

He had killed everyone on his list and was waiting for Zamorack to let him go. He could not wait to enter the world with his new arm. He could destroy so much with just a flick of the wrist.

 

 

 

He was lost in thoughts about how to use his new hand when a voice broke his train of thought.

 

 

 

"One more test." The man in the red robes said.

 

 

 

"What? I killed everyone on the list!"

 

 

 

"Yes, but what does that matter? Lord Zamorack requires your services one last time."

 

 

 

"What does he want?"

 

 

 

"You to assassinate someone. Someone of great importance. If you killed him, one of the greatest armies in the land would fall."

 

 

 

"Who. Who does he wish me to kill?"

 

 

 

"King Arthur."

 

 

 

"WHAT?"

 

 

 

"Are you deaf? You must kill King Arthur. If you can complete this task, you are free."

 

 

 

The assassin considered. Then he nodded. "I will do it."

 

 

 

"Good, he will be going to draynor village tonight. Take him out there. The white knights will not get their for about an hour once you get caught by him. Thats all the time you have. If you die, your tortures will be the most extreme ever done in hell."

 

 

 

"WHY?"

 

 

 

"Because, he wants the armies of runescape to be weakened. He wants to take the land into his hands and make it his way."

 

 

 

"Did he not get part of the land? Isn't the wilderness..."

 

 

 

"He wants it all! And if you have not figured out, Guthix took the land for himself (Damn you! No more Pking!?)."

 

 

 

"I will kill Arthur."

 

 

 

"Good. Do not disappoint us."

 

 

 

"I will not."

 

 

 

*******(Not a bad word)

 

 

 

"Dammit!" (That was.)

 

 

 

"What?"

 

 

 

"I got a scratch from that damn black cat!"

 

 

 

"Bob?"

 

 

 

"Yeah!"

 

 

 

"I got a T shirt with him on it."

 

 

 

King Arthur pulled away from the crowd and began to walk from Draynor Square towards the willows to the south.

 

 

 

The assassin stood up against one of them, hand on the hilt of the godsword.

 

 

 

Arthur walked past the assassin. The assassin grabbed his sword and pulled it from its leather sheath. He ran at Arthur and grabbed him. He put the sword to his neck.

 

 

 

"Say nighty-night Arthur."

 

 

 

Arthur pulled his leg up and kicked the assassin in the groin. Arthur drew his own sword and noticed a crowd of people heading towards the assassin.

 

 

 

"Get back..." Arthur yelled this too late. As the innocent tried to be hero's the assassin flicked the air. Everyone of the people around him were decapitated, except for Arthur.

 

 

 

Arthur spread his legs and raised his sword. And he ran. The assassin bent down and tried to trip him but Arthur was to fast. Arthur jumped over the assassin, kicking him in the face in mid air.

 

 

 

Arthur landed and the assassin faced him. He ran at Arthur, sword ready to slice him up. Arthur sidestepped a swipe by the assassin and hit the assassin with the hilt of his sword.

 

 

 

The assassins nose was bleeding. His nose was also kind of squished in. Arthur knew he broke the assassins nose.

 

 

 

The assassin swiped at Arthur but this time used the swipe to cover a flick of the wrist of his wire hand. Arthur flew in the air and into the nearby river. His left foot hit the water and instantly snapped.

 

 

 

His left foot broken, Arthur swam as hard as he could to the surface.

 

 

 

He broke the surface and swam to the shore. The assassin stood above him.

 

 

 

"Good bye Arthur!" The assassin yelled.

 

 

 

Suddenly his head was flying in the air and his neck was squirting blood.

 

 

 

"Hello Arthur!" Said Sir Lancelot as he helped King Arthur to his feet.

 

 

 

*******(Once again...not a bad word)

 

 

 

"Welcome to hell! Please enjoy your stay. Your torture pit is over there."

 

 

 

"What did I do?"

 

 

 

"You did not kill Arthur, even with the god sword!"

 

 

 

"I could not he was powerful!"

 

 

 

"Fool, may the hellhounds have pity on your flesh."

 

 

 

He felt a shove on his back and for the next ten years, fell down a dark hole. Soon he hit the ground and continually felt the pain of a dog biting his flesh off.

 

 

 

*******(This time it was a bad word!)

 

 

 

The god sword fell from the wire hand of the assassin and plunged into the Earth. A crack in the earth. It grew. And grew. And grew...

[Bluejayfan94]

Im scared!!

 

It took me a few reads to figure whose head was chopped off. And again, I LOVE THE BRACKETS lol

[Harakiri]

Im scared!!

 

It took me a few reads to figure whose head was chopped off. And again, I LOVE THE BRACKETS lol

 

 

 

LOL...the head chopping thing was probably hard to figure out...trying to build up some suspense!

 

 

 

Chapter 3 up tomorrow or maybe tonight. Depends what I feel like doing.

[Bluejayfan94]

But really, I read the one line like 5 time to figure out who died. Then I asked myself, why is Lancelot in Hell? So I knew it was the assassin dude to which I will refer to as Bourne (From fav movies lol).

[Harakiri]

But really, I read the one line like 5 time to figure out who died. Then I asked myself, why is Lancelot in Hell? So I knew it was the assassin dude to which I will refer to as Bourne (From fav movies lol).

 

 

 

LOL...what a coincidence. Right when I finished reading the Bourne Identity (a great book, read the other 4 eventually) I decide to come on here and you refer to someone as bourne...Lol.

[Bluejayfan94]

Jason Bourne FTW!!

 

I am starting second book today and I am totally getting the Bourne Conspericy (Xbox 360 game out in 2008)

[Harakiri]

Another Chapter has come!

 

 

 

 

 

Arthur sat at the head of the round table. All his loyal knights sat around the table, staring intently at Arthur, except for Sir Robin. He was having a fight with a singing person.

 

 

 

"Brave, Brave Sir Robin, he hails from Camelot, brave brave brave brave Sir Robin!" The singer sang.

 

 

 

Sir Robin was waving his hands in the air in anger. "Shut up! Hasn't this joke been a bit overused?"

 

 

 

"Enough!" Arthur's bellowing voice got everyones attention.

 

 

 

"Arthur, what do you need all of us here so badly for?" Asked Sir Robin.

 

 

 

"Because of a small problem. There is a giant ditch in Draynor Village. It probably has monsters in it."

 

 

 

"And you want us to kill them?"

 

 

 

"No. I want you to go in there and see whats inside then teleport out and tell me what you saw."

 

 

 

"But Arthur, we are already in the ditch..."

 

 

 

Arthur screamed and woke from his dream. He looked around. There was a giant pipe above him, with little green lights pulsing down it. Arthur pulled out his sword and began to follow it.

 

 

 

All around him, he could see words. Some said letters that made no sense to Arthur (LOL? ROFL?).

 

 

 

Arthur heard a scream. He ran toward it, only to find another pipe, this time emitting sounds. On the pipe, a small plaque said "Voice Mail Pipeline".

 

 

 

Arthur jumped over the pipe and continued to walk down the odd corridor. every once in a while, a pipe would come into view. Each one had a plaque on it telling what the pipe was for. They did not help Arthur. Soon, he found one he could read and figure out. "Runescape Pipeline."

 

 

 

Arthur also shouted praise, but suddenly, a large Boom rang down the hall, coming from along the Runescape pipe.

 

 

 

Arthur Ran along it, keeping his sword in his hand the whole way. He found what the boom was. The pipe was broken, exploded apparently. And from the pipe, came the god sword, clattering to the ground.

 

 

 

Arthur stooped to pick it up but stopped. Where the hell was he. Why the hell did this show up out of a pipe. What hell did the plaques mean.

 

 

 

Was this some kind of trick? Did he die and go to hell? He looked down at his broken leg that he just now noticed he could walk on.

 

 

 

This had to be a dream. He could not have had his leg repaired that fast. Either that or some magician had sent him to an evil place, full of demons.

 

 

 

A shout echoed down the hall.

 

 

 

"ARTHUR!"

 

 

 

Sir Lancelot was running along the Runescape Pipe and waving his arms in the air. Arthur waved back. Now what? What the hell was going on?

 

 

 

Sir Lancelot stopped in front of Arthur. Arthur put his sword back in its sheath and pointed towards his head.

 

 

 

"Am I dreaming?"

 

 

 

He then pointed at his leg.

 

 

 

"Am I dreaming."

 

 

 

He pointed at the god sword.

 

 

 

"Am I dreaming?"

 

 

 

"Lets check."

 

 

 

Lancelot punched Arthur in the stomach. Arthur doubled over.

 

 

 

"Ow, dammit! I am a king and you punch me?"

 

 

 

"Sorry sir but we had to see if this is a dream, which it apparently is not."

 

 

 

Arthur looked at Lancelot.

 

 

 

"Where are we? What happened back in Draynor."

 

 

 

Lancelot pointed at the god sword. "That wretched thing is what happened. It hit the ground and suddenly there is a crack in the ground! I fell in while I tried to haul you away but you shifted towards the crack and here we are."

 

 

 

Arthur looked down at the sword again and began to pick it up. He grabbed the hilt and pulled it to his face. What a beauty. He looked at it closer. It would be worth a lot if he could find a way back to Draynor.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 3: Tearing a hole through the fabric of the internet

 

 

 

"Holy crap, Lancelot, hurry."

 

 

 

"I am." Lancelot ran along the edge of the crack, Arthur in his hands.

 

 

 

Suddenly, Arthur shifted positions. Lancelot was on the very edge of the crack, half his feet on ground, half in the crack.

 

 

 

Arthur shifted positions again and Lancelot lost his balance. They both fell.

 

 

 

"Oh my gods!" Said the Wise Old Man running toward the crack.

 

 

 

"I know isn't it terrible that Arthur and Lancelot fell? And look at all these bodies. God it will take a while to clean this up!"

 

 

 

"Not that! The important thing, the crack!"

 

 

 

"Thats selfish, what about the dead bodies lying around you, don't you feel a little sadness that their dead?"

 

 

 

"No, it was their fault for screwing with an assassin with the god sword."

 

 

 

"Now that Arthur's gone, that means that their are no more hero's! I mean, amazing hero's with great stories to tell."

 

 

 

"Yes," the Wise Old Man said "No more hero's."

 

 

 

"We need to gather an army to go down there! We need to see what is down there!"

 

 

 

The Wise Old Man walked away. He entered his house and sat on his chair.

 

 

 

The last time I saw a crack like that was when I was a lad, when I fell in, when I gained all the knowledge I have. he thought.

 

 

 

********(These are not stars. Or a gas station emblem)

 

 

 

In the grave in Lumbridge, a man with battle armor on kneeled before a grave. He layed both his hands on both sides of the crucifix gravestone and felt tears sting his eyes. His wife was dead. She was killed by the man with the god sword, decapitated.

 

 

 

He wanted revenge.

 

 

 

But, Lancelot had decapitated him. A fitting end to say the least.

 

 

 

But still, the man cried. He wanted so badly to have been there to save her. He wanted to help her and maybe even kill the assassin but he could not. He was to busy killing zombies in the sewer near the jail.

 

 

 

The man felt a presence behind him.

 

 

 

"Excuse me, Forge is it?" (A shoutout to my favorite multiplayer map...)

 

 

 

"Yeah, what do you want?"

 

 

 

"I am the duke of Lumbridge, Horacio, and I would like you to lead an army in to the crack in Draynor Village. There has to be something bad in it, for the legend the Kind told me he read on a torn out page of a book said that when the sword fell a world of strangeness would be revealed."

 

 

 

"Will this be good revenge for the death of my wife?"

 

 

 

"If you mean to defeat Zamorack, the yes. I bet you will find him in that crack. But you will also need to find Arthur and Lancelot. They seem to have fallen as well."

 

 

 

"Give me a competent army and I will kill the one who gave the sword to my wife's murderer!"

 

 

 

"Meet with the army and me in the back of the castle and eleven tonight."

 

 

 

"I will be their."

[Harakiri]

Another chapter to be posted ASAP...which probably means tomorrow.

[Harakiri]

Another chapter coming this weekend.

 

 

 

Schedule:

 

 

 

1 chapter every weekend (saturday nights probably)

 

1 chapter every weekday (monday through friday)

[Xewleer]

funny...

 

 

 

Anyway, "Their" at the end I believe should be "There"

[Harakiri]

funny...

 

 

 

Anyway, "Their" at the end I believe should be "There"

 

 

 

 

 

I was about to write that I seem to be writing there and their when they should be the opposite...I am writing something else right now so don't plan on a new chapter. And its non RS related.

[Spirrus]

Wow, im glad I clicked on this story. It's very good so far and I hope you add more later. :mrgreen:

[Unoalexi]

Metal hands!? Dark Lords? OMFG YOU T3h GIPMED OFF Harry p00ter!! :x

 

 

 

Lolz, Just kidding.. :lol:

 

 

 

I like your story, I felt an overwhelming urge to laugh while reading it though.. Sorry, but you fail at being serious! :lol:

 

 

 

I LOVED the Monty Python reference! "Brave" Sir Robin for the win!

 

 

 

By the way, adding gore will only keep the little kiddies at bay for a while.. just look at all the eight year olds who play Halo!