I honestly miss reading, feels like I never have time for that anymore :/
The most scariest Halloween costume that i made in my opinion…
(from that overly advertised restaurant )
(I’ll wear this on Halloween event)
I took 2 weeks off work to go from 2380 to 2475 total level
i broke it off with my girlfriend because she would overreact when i’d play it whenever she was around..also faked food poisoning for 2 weeks and skipped school. trainergaryrs can confirm i’m not lying, i really did that shit loool
Worst thing I’ve done just to play Runescape was complaining to my Step-Grandma’s side of the family to help them move even though it was xp waste and it was for their own benefit and dragged me into it, hated them ever since then. I know its selfish, but they’re selfish too..
I’m sorry my character is so mean dewydd ;-;
(His notes got stolen ;-;)
You’re asking the wrong Ashindice….XD
(The Skyrim Ash would probably persuade you to forget it with money and honeyed words :p)
I propose we have a LEGIT tumblr community based heist games on October 3rd and 4th„ who’s with me?
With trading in bonus xp I think its the best opportunity we can get!
So i ask again! WHOS WITH ME?
"Who you?" A little voice demanded, unseen. Looking down revealed a baby troll holding a stick of celery. It blinked up at the man when he looked down.
Zarafinn turned down another alley, the sword on her belt smiling as the sunlight glanced off it.
She suspected that she was being followed, though she didn’t understand why. The guards in Varrock were always watching her, not because they suspected her of any crimes, but because things were always oddly amusing when she came around. They watched her with curiosity, like a kittens watching a fish swim in a pond.
Turning out to the main road, Zarafinn cut across the line of traffic, brushing up against a guard as she went.
Realizing that something was wrong, and that there was a strange man in the darkened house who probably not supposed to be there, the troll child shrieked.
Ash was majorly shocked that there was a baby troll living in the house. With little options he had left he quickly took out his large bag and put it over the helpless troll and tied it before it could get out. Figuring that Zarafinn must have woken up by the shriek of the little one. He quickly ran out with the troll in the bag screaming and struggling under the muffled noises (The celery stick was left on the ground). He managed to get a far distance from the house “Damnit!” He half shouted half whispered… “Looks like I’ll resort to kidnapping, I hate doing that…”
Ash then set the struggling bag on the ground. “I hope she can at least “READ” my language” he grumbled…
Sitting on the bag which the troll was still struggling and probably crying right now. He tore out paper from his drawing pad and wrote a message with charcoal:
"If you want to see this troll again unharmed, meet me at Dark Warriors’ Fortress in the Wilderness, bring no one with you except all the valuables that you have, money included. Do this and you can have your troll back i exchange for the goods whatever you have."
hmm… best to make it a little more simpler..
He then turned the back of the paper and made a diagram in less than 2 minutes since he was in a hurry.
"Money in my bank soon." Ash snickered as he folded the paper and put it on a crossbow bolt. He then put the bolt on his crossbow and fired it at the door which is partially opened by the thief. Ash then picked up his muffled screaming bag and ran off to the north of the wilderness where he will wait for his prize.
Zarafinn was up and armed, getting to the front door just in time to find the ransom note pinned there. Ripping it down, she tried to read it, but couldn’t.
One thing was sure though, despite crude and horribly unrefined drawing, the man from earlier had stolen her troll. Zarafinn lowered the note. Who the HELL stole a troll?
Looking over the sketch again wasn’t helpful. What, so she was just supposed to go around looking for two tall rectangles connected by a line?
Stepping into the moon lit night, she began hunting, looking for tracks. When she found that wretched bastard and saved Rune Essence, she was going to spit in the man’s eye.
Meanwhile in the Dark Warrior’s Fortress, Ashindice sat on the the top floor of the balcony front view of the place. The baby troll is now outside of the bag and tied up against a wall torch iron curve just hanging off a few feet of the ground. The torch was unlit for safty, yet the baby troll still kept crying.
"Oh my Guthix, will you PLEASE shut up!" The thief complained. "It’s your own fault you got into this mess!"
The young one still wailed.
Ash then let his mind wondered off and ignored the wailing troll for a short while. He hope that Zarafinn will bring some kind of Zarosian treasure for his taking. Ash is also worried something could go wrong, he’s always cautious. His thoughts got interrupted by more crying tears from the troll.
"I swear over Guthix’s giant rotting corpse underground, if you don’t shut it…" He looked around and saw an old moldy boot and pick it up "I will shove this in your mouth!"
Hopefully that threat will shut that baby up….
new update idea: the Complaintionist Cape™for all those people who are massive babies about every update and refuse to do an ounce of work to keep their cape.
bless agent-sweets for this beautiful idea.
all my yes!