The bloody battle raged on. The stronghold of the dwarves west of the barbarian village was under attack by the barbarians of the forementioned village. Dwarven axes met barbarian war axes and swords. The dwarf technology was to much for the barbarians, as dwarven multi-cannons rained steel cannnonballs from the sky. It seemed like the world was ending. The barbarians retreated, and the dwarves claimed victory.

 

 

 

The barbarians would not give. They used the river lum as a way to recruit soilders. The weak soilders from lumbridge thought that the war would be a good way to train. High Leveled players from the cities of Varrock and the town of Edgevill came to gather the dwarf cannons. Merchants came for the same, wanting to find and sell the cannons and their, uh, balls.

 

 

 

The barbarians finally tought the craft of barbarian weapon smithing. This combined with the metals of the civilized word. As one player tested his runeite war axe, he split a rock made of silver in two. The barbarians would renew their fight.

 

 

 

The dwarves were no match. They were massacared. The new, powerful barbarian weapons could even slice cannonballs into two. The tiny yet strong bodys covered the landscape. The barbarians had taken the dwarven mines.

 

 

 

The dwarven capitial city east of the fremenniks was in termoil. They had to invent a new weapon to fight the barbarians. They turned to the gnomes, the other small and brainy race. They Invented a weapon so powerful, it would destroy the barbarians.

 

 

 

The idea came from the war beasts the gnomes had already. They made a mecanicial virsion of them, twice as big. They then but dwarven cannons on the sides. Crossbows on swivels that could spin 360 degrees and shoot.

 

 

 

The barbarians sat in their dining hall, eating bear meat and ale fit fro a king (which they had raided in the last attack on varrock. It was the Kings favorite). The sound of gunpowerder made everyone jump. In an instant, 500 Cannonballs crashed through the roof. 450 Barbarians died. Half the village. Then a pair of takes rammed through the remain parts of wall, their crossbows firing darts at everyone. another 125 dead.

 

 

 

"Wait! don't fire another shot!" a tiny dwarf boy, no more then level 3, cried. Between the level 200 tanks and level 15 barbarians, it wasn't his place, but he could no longer stand by.

 

 

 

"We must work together, not fight! Why fight amongst ourselves! We must fight our real enemies! The humans of falador!"

 

 

 

And the war stopped. They shook hands, and turned towards the west.

 

 

 

The Dwarf child led them....To war with falador.

Okay, let's whip out my list of things you do that violate suspension of disbelief...

 

 

 

- You refer to people as having game-mechanical levels

 

- Somehow, the barbarians had superior weaponry designs but inferior metallurgy to the rest of the world, which surrounds them

 

- The gnomes seemingly developed "tanks" instantaneously, and had the industrial capacity to build them without prior notice, nevermind the engineering difficulties they no doubt would have encountered

 

- For some reason, right after helping and being helped by the people of Varrock, the barbarians raided it for food

 

- Gunpowder has its own distinct sound

 

- The two primitive tanks which were designed overnight somehow had the capacity to launch five hundred shots' worth of cannonballs at the same time

 

- The war was somehow stopped in about twenty seconds' worth of dialogue by a child, nevermind that the barbarians just saw more than half of their people die - who coincidentally managed to all fit into one dining hall

 

- Right after being helped by the civilized world against the dwarves, the barbarians up and allied with their genocidal neighbours to invade a city that wasn't even involved to begin with

 

 

 

I simply can't bring myself to believe this story, even in a fictional sense. It's just far too unrealistic.