I awoke in the middle of the night, the witching hour, to see an entity in the mirror behind me, It stood at least 7 feet high. It drew light from the room and I could feel the malicious intent pouring through like it was a living door to hell. I whipped violently around in an instant, to face my dread, but it had vanished without a sound. I was alone in the room.
One day the Makeover Mage went on a vacation around Misthalin, but wandered too close to the Dark Mages circle near Varrok. The Dark Mage saw Makeover and decided to use the good mage's power to unleash a dark fate to a few unsuspecting adventurers, who have killed his evil friends.
The Dark Mage cast an evil grip over the Makeover's mind, and took complete control over him. Walking around Varrok, the possessed Makeover Mage found those adventurers and turned them into mannequins.
If you ever see one of Solomon's or Thalia's mannequins blink, it's an adventurer trying to get your attention to end his suffering.
T'was the night o' hallows eve
In a shack on stormy shore
Something
Is scraping
Blackboard nails on the door
Candles flicker
Windows shatter
Glass and shadows on the floor
Quoth Th'Darkness
I went to get a drink,
I came back and my character was moving on his own,
I sat down, he said "good bye",
A demonic claw came down,
And took him away,
I was then banned for botting,
Never to be seen.
Once there was a mighty beast called Japie! With it's razorsharp teeth and claws it is always running and running, like there is no end. Then one spooky night, she ate all my broccoli. The end.
I am the face inside an inkblot
Skulls adorn my throne like an afterthought
Those who rot feared me not
I open the skies for Incendiary Shot
Everywhere I stand is a death dot
And I'm right behind you
For stardust thou
art
, and unto stardust shalt thou return.
You wake up one day with an urge to play Runescape, you go to log-in to your account, only to get a message, a message every player fears...."Your account has been banned"...
T'was like a dream as I exited the hour glass of death Past a gate, a mansion loomed ahead. I stepped forwards, but the trees. The trees grabbed at me, prodded me, pulled me in until I was no more.