It had been a month. A month of grinding, nonstop. Pickpocket pickpocket. How badly I wanted Ralph. Desperately.
A green dot! Hello friend!
A moment.
Friend has received Ralph, the Thieving pet drop!
You spot something between the trees near Draynor and step off the path towards it. By the time you see the crumbled gravestone, the gaunt fingers reaching blindly towards you, it is too late to run.
Morytania swamp. Alone.
Mindlessly running in the dark, the cold, ghasts surround you.
You try and try to escape the thick, murky bog but as your last bit of food goes rotten you know it's too late..
Telamon holds a chicken and bumps you. What are you going to do? Are you going to be locked up in this dark room?Are you afraid to look out, answer the door, or even leave the dark room? Yes, he's out there, and his not going to leave unless he gets you. It sent chills down your spine as you go out. What is going to happen? Eat or be EATEN.
Smile All The Way!
You see it in the corner of your eye. A glorious loot pile, just over the wilderness wall.
You look around. No one.
You jump.
Suddenly, you can't move! You're stunned! Bound! It's a trap! IT'S A TRAP!
You finally had the courage to confess to your long-time crush and her answer was: "Me or RuneScape, choose either one." From that moment, you had one more friend in your life. Rip
As if something seized control of me, I ran up to the man and cleaved him in half. I stood there horrified, and my Abyssal Minion came up beside me and said, "Nice, let's go kill runecrafters next."
Something was wrong. I woke up and nobody recognised me any more. After several hours an adventurer approached and said "good evening". I was stunned and relieved. Then I saw the ghostspeak amulet.