Welcome to My World

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm a little low-levelled player

 

 

 

Standing by the steps on the Lumbridge Castle

 

 

 

Opening the doors for the high-level players

 

 

 

So they're travelling won't be such a hassle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stand and watch as I high-levels appear before me

 

 

 

I realize that they probably have more than enough

 

 

 

But for some reason they keep shouting:

 

 

 

"I died and I lost all my stuff!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My hands are aching

 

 

 

I get up and I walk around

 

 

 

But as I do the high-levels treat me horribly

 

 

 

And I feel like I'm being shoved onto the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I walk into the Varrock General Store

 

 

 

Then I trade with the store's shop keeper

 

 

 

But I can barely afford the most basic supplies

 

 

 

Could this nightmare really get much deeper?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel pushed down again

 

 

 

So I follow the path west

 

 

 

I pass high-levels wearing full dragon

 

 

 

They probably think I'm just a pest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I walk into Falador with my eyes open

 

 

 

Suddenly I'm being followed by a lower-level

 

 

 

"F0ll0w and ill give you sum st00f!" he said

 

 

 

I decided to follow; Only high levels treated me like the devil.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walking north the population lessened

 

 

 

We passed an open rock that was glowing mildly

 

 

 

I had no idea that this low-level

 

 

 

Would make my fate very deadly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly a warning pops up on my screen

 

 

 

He told me to ignore it, so I did

 

 

 

I has no idea that he was telling

 

 

 

A very large fib.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out of no where, a skull comes over his head

 

 

 

And then there's a big red blob on me

 

 

 

Before I knew it, I had no control

 

 

 

My character fell down on his knees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the whole area around me changes

 

 

 

The area looks so familiar

 

 

 

I try to assure myself

 

 

 

No, where I started it was much more...hillier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly I realize that was not the truth

 

 

 

Those steps were just what they had been before

 

 

 

I walked up and opened the door as a high-level passed through

 

 

 

Would I ever get a chance to spread my wings and soar?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being stepped on was not what I wanted;

 

 

 

Those stupid high levels had reached my core!

 

 

 

I shut the door and took off to be free;

 

 

 

Feeling trampled on at heart were my feelings no more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Don't really know where this one came from. Just kinda thought a little b it and put this together. I feel like this is somewhat what low-levels get treated like nowadays, and I think some would agree. I also hope that they follow what happens in this poem and not let all of the bad things around RuneScape ruin their time to relax and have fun!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feel free to post comments. NO FLAMING WHAT-SO-EVER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ Rcty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. - This just came out, no rough drafts or anything. (And yes I do love to write. :D )

=D> very =D> good =D> job. =D> :D

Very good poem =D>

Right on! Noobs are treated horribly and this tell the tale about it. Bravo =D>

Am I missing something or are you?

 

 

 

No, where I started it was much more...hillier.

 

 

 

Anyway it was a good poem. Something that I did when I was much lower. I can still remember opening doors for people. Although I never followed anyone up into the wilderness. I just played because I could. Anyway it is a good point and the poem was not lacking in anything, nothing particually stood out though.

Am I missing something or are you?

 

 

 

No, where I started it was much more...hillier.

 

 

 

Anyway it was a good poem. Something that I did when I was much lower. I can still remember opening doors for people. Although I never followed anyone up into the wilderness. I just played because I could. Anyway it is a good point and the poem was not lacking in anything, nothing particually stood out though.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He's trying to reassure himself. Have you ever done that when you don't want to believe something? Anyway, thanks for the comments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Rcty