J a me s, Le Ronk 2 Hurdcurr Ironmon: Maxed!!!!!

[Saradomin_Mage]

wtf, didn't know you could cfb with yourself

[J a m e s]

Yeah, if nobody else enters a game around the same time you do, you get a game to yourself. Generally, it's better to play with other people, though, as long as they don't die and attack you as a gorilla.

 

[J a m e s]

11 levels since last update

[J a m e s]

#9, never legit trained divination lol this skill was made a joke by cache

 

[Steph]

When did you start doing cache and at what level? :o

[J a m e s]

When did you start doing cache and at what level? :o

 

Started them I think a week or two after they came out. I was a bit lazy trying them out since I had no idea they were so overpowered until a few days after release when everyone was talking about it, but I remained skeptical since I was under 45 div at the time. Finally got around to it, and have only missed getting 200 points a day probably less than 10 times since early November 2k14.

[DeEliteOne]

in other news james decided to change his name to the noise one would make while drowning

 

AWBWLWABWBWLAWLWLWALWWLWLAWBABBABALALABWAB

[J a m e s]

in other news james decided to change his name to the noise one would make while drowning

 

AWBWLWABWBWLAWLWLWALWWLWLAWBABBABALALABWAB

 

Can't [bleep] think of anything better, and Jameski did not suit me at all. I don't wanna do something boring like James DIY again.

 

Also, just went back and read through the first 5 pages of this blog, man the beginning ironman days were exciting. Levels come so slow now, which is okay, but the possibilities seemed so endless in that first month. And lol @ how I thought my gf was gonna slow down my gains a lot (she did but only a little).

[Saradomin_Mage]

wut's awlwlb mean

[J a m e s]

wut's awlwlb mean

 

All We Love We Leave Behind, an album by Converge. They're a hardcore punk band so if that's not your thing at all, can't recommend. But if it is (I really like it):

 

 

Just name changed to J a me s, though, lmao. The AWLWLB thing looked way worse in-game, epsecially in chat, than I expected it to.

[Saradomin_Mage]

just take bitterness off your main

[Abdulla]

just take bitterness off your main

Yeah that might be the best move tbh. Bitterness is a pretty legit name

[Vann]

How do you transfer names these days with the best chance of it not getting sniped? I have a name on an alt I want in my main

[Steph]

How do you transfer names these days with the best chance of it not getting sniped? I have a name on an alt I want in my main

You can wait the month or use a bond to clear your wait time instantly. So change name on alt, use bond change again forcing the name into available, then take it on the account you want

[Vann]

That's what I assumed but wanted to make sure before spending 15m on bonds

[J a m e s]

 

just take bitterness off your main

Yeah that might be the best move tbh. Bitterness is a pretty legit name

 

 

While I do like that RSN, I think it is rather personality-less and would rather be called James in-game than "bit" or "bitter" by people who don't know me. I'd also like to be known as James instead of Bitterness by everybody as far as my RS identity goes, too.

 

And yup, just resub on your alt, use the free name change, then a bond to change to something else, and the name you want should be instantly free. Nobody will be able to snipe it that fast.

[Steph]

That's what I assumed but wanted to make sure before spending 15m on bonds

Only need one bond to force it off, unless you've changed recently

[Zodiac Lotus]

It seems, he's just a little bitter...  :wub:

[Boris5000]

Nobody will be able to snipe it that fast.

When someone snipes it that fast.

 

[Bxpprod]

Noone would steal a name, right Mish?

[J a m e s]

It seems, he's just a little bitter...  :wub:

 

wut?

 

 

Nobody will be able to snipe it that fast.

When someone snipes it that fast.

 

 

 

yeah I'd be impressed if somebody managed that lol

[J a m e s]

rerolled  to 

think ima stop doing clues i don't even enjoy them anymore really, we shall see

[J a m e s]

20m thief

[Saru Inc]

20m thief

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

[Saradomin_Mage]

what the flying [bleep]?