Player Submissions
Every month, we invite players to submit their own original works for inclusion in the newsletter.
We begin with a submission described by the author as "A poem expressing the over dramatic decisions I go through when trying to decide what to do on Runescape."
Where Do I Go From Here?
by
Arturo000
Fathoms of the sea, shall not tell me,
The deepest depths of the ocean,
Just as acres of trees, cannot show me,
The vast expanse of a forest.
The unknowing feeling, all around,
The darkness and hatred,
Of something I cannot see,
The cheers, or hate, to choose of me.
To know which or where,
I should go, to the depths of the abyss,
Or wondrous plains and provinces,
How can I decide where my heart lies?
On one hand is power and fortune,
The other lies love and joy,
Which behold the greatest sanctity,
Which controls this desire of mine?
To bestow time, or to waste?
To save, or to spend?
To whither, or to thrive?
To live, or to die?
Should I spend wisely this time,
So gratefully given to me?
Or simply bask in this luxury,
Privy, tell me where to be.
Too much to choose from, there be,
Such a great vary,
Of this which do call me,
But why can't it just be?
There could be joys of combat,
Rural or perhaps even urban skills,
Which people so happily lay themselves upon,
The wilderness calls, yet so does,
My love for adventure.
I cannot choose, where to go from here,
Should it be agility, fishing,
Or perhaps even slayer? What to acquire?
Then it hits me cold and hard,
Time to attain my first cape of fire!
And we continue with this short story of betrayal in the Fremennik lands:
Forgotten
by
CannedNoob97
Why?
Down here for hours, the word still echoed through my head. Those hellhounds threw me down in here and left me with no food, water or weapons. I was trapped in a dark, freezing, small underworld with no way out. My hand released its grip on my head and touched the frozen stone ground.
My life flashed before my eyes, which was a surprise, as I thought I would forget it from all of this fear. My name is Zach, and I am... well, was... a Fremennik warrior. My ghost skin matched the snow of the surface. I also had brown hair and blue eyes, the color of blueberries. And for some reason, I could not remember any more, as my world flashed back into hours ago.
My bloodshot eyes burst open and saw the past.
I hacked away at a straw dummy, which was beaten after soldiers have attacked it. I was attacking the dummy alone, although there were more of these attack toys set up throughout a room underneath a tarp. I was alone since I was the only one held back from guarding Daemonheim from an invasion, and I was told to kill anyone who got by. I was merely passing the time by practicing.
All of a sudden, three generals appeared behind me. They were wearing what I was - leather, Fremennikian armor, with a sword sheath by their sides. All three generals looked at me with the same look, their eyebrows curved to a scowl.
I stopped attacking the dummy and stared. "Shouldn't you be helping support the forces out front?"
"Shouldn't you be standing guard?" one asked.
I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it again. Something told me that I shouldn't say that I'm passing the time. I thought of a better thing to say. "I'm only practicing until they get there."
"Yeah..." another general mused. "But, how about we take this job off your hands?"
I frowned. "But you can't do that, sir. I need to guard here."
"Oh," the general said, fast walking towards me with a wicked grin. "Yes we can."
He unsheathed his sword and swung it across my neck, but I was able to duck and roll to the side. I looked up only to see two boots slam against my face. I flew back and screamed in pain. The training site was on a small hill, so I instantly started rolling down. I looked up at the generals, the other two unsheathing their swords.
I turned around to run, and stared straight into the face of another general. He grabbed my arms, followed by the other generals once they got down the hill.
No matter how much I struggled, I couldn't break free. They sent me to a trapdoor, swung the door open and threw me down to the underworld. They swung the door closed as swiftly as they opened it.
So here I am, alone, feeling nothing but sorrow, hate, fear and just the feeling of being...
Forgotten.
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. We can't promise to use every submission but we do read all of them. We look forward to receiving your contributions!
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