July 10, 200620 yr [Discriptions] There once was this wizard, his skills were unmatched throughout all of Gielinor. His robes were gold trimmed, his staff slightly more magical than the other staves. Even though he normally used magic a jeweled rune dagger hang loosely at his side. It was perfectly unused because he rarely killed. Though how his magic got to just an unmatched level remains a mystery. His spell-book was in his backpack along with a heck of a lot of runes. There once was a player. He was unmatched at an impossible level of 10,000. He one day grew tired of being the goody two shoes. He spotted a player whose skills that were non-combat outmatched his. He said "Hey lvl 126! How would you like to become a white knight king?" The player replied"Cool! A white knight?!?!?! I always wanted to become one!!!!!!" The stronger player said,"Then you must give me your password." He was banned the following day. He started a new account though he was hated throughout all of Gielinor for his past acts of crime. Then there was me. I was trained in the skill of assassination and player killing. I rarely killed in public. I once did an act that burned through my brain even to today. I murdered King Everrack the Third, ruler of Gielinor. I always weilded a rune longsword, and a dragon dagger always hung loose on my belt. My description is not to be veiwed by the eyes of peasents or gnaves. If you are reading this and you are one, expect to be killed by midnight tonight. _____________________________ [Author's Note] I wrote that late at night so i will continue the story throughout the week.
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