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Cicobe1

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Here's something to keep you guys entertained while I'm gone:

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I looked in his direction with looming eyes in the shadowy cell. My eyes were a sinister enigma that concealed the bleak thoughts of my pitiful life. I crawled forward, never taking my eyes off his keys. The guard took out the keys to freedom I was but a mere parable in the face of stalwart vigor. I was kept imprisoned for my beliefs. What ever happened to sovereignty? What had the land of Runescape become?

I was my own tale; I fought in the name of liberty. My tranquil aura in Varrock was instantly shattered on the day the Zamorak army arrived. They incarcerated anyone who had the Saradomin symbol anywhere in their home. I, as a strong believer, was one of the first to be detained. It all had occurred so swiftly… It was an unfortunate series of events laid out before my pitiful destiny. Now, I was imprisoned in a grubby jail cell that stank of former people’s waste. However, the long months of torture and woe had brought me to this day; the day that I would escape.

I had it planned for months now; a masterfully arranged escape. Everyday at midnight, a guard handed me bread and water to last the monotonous, wretched day. He always kept his keys on him…

I was a broken down old man now. My eyes were reduced to narrow slits with a light crimson tone. Lines of age trailed on my wrinkled skin, and my ribs were easily visible through my waste-stained shirt. Blotches of vomit and glimmering yellow waste trailed down to my soiled pants. My shoes were completely ripped apart as well, my rotting feet protruding from the aperture in the front of the shoe. Nonetheless, my inferior condition would not deter me from my sure escape. At last, much pondering had rapidly passed the time, allowing the sun to rise into the sky. It was midnight.

As if on perfect cue, the guard sauntered down the sullied floor. The clinking chorus of keys rattling was audible as he slowly walked down the filthy hallway.

29-Jun-2009 01:24:47 - Last edited on 29-Jun-2009 01:25:44 by Cicobe1

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I jerked my head back, trying to prevent myself from getting too apprehensive. The exhilarating flavor of autonomy loitered on the tip of my tongue… My eyes anxiously darted in the direction of the barred window. I observed the magnificent night, with the full moon hovering in the shady sky, surrounded by a multitude of envious stars; all competing to outshine the energized moon. I jerked my head back to the sound of a guard screaming, *Hey, you grimy little rat! Your dinner is ready!” and unlocked the gate that obliterated any spark of hope. As the guard walked inside, I leapt out of my crawling position and raked him across the eyes with my jagged nails. He roared in pain and fell to the floor with blood trailing out of his eyes. “You broke my eyes you son of a…” he started, but he was cut short as I ripped the keys off his belt. He blindly clawed at the air in front of him, desperately trying to grasp me in an attempt to retain his dignity. He was too late.

I jolted out of the cell and slammed the gate behind me. On the border of running out of earshot from the injured guard, I could hear the faint sound of him uttering one final moan. I maneuvered through the castle until I could see the faint glow of the outside world. The dismal aura of the Wilderness surrounded me as I dashed out of the castle. Just as I turned the bend of the castle, I was faced with a man clad in black armor. The magnificently crafted helmet shimmered in the nighttime sky. He was Tarker, the owner of the prison.

“Where’dja think yure goin’?” he asked. His malevolent smile seemed to stretch from ear to ear.

Vexation… distress… anxiety. A rush of emotions raged through my convoluted mind. His smile vanished into thin air and was replaced with a stern scowl. The scrape of metal echoed throughout the area as he unsheathed a long, slim sword from his collection of weapons lined across his belt.

29-Jun-2009 01:25:11 - Last edited on 29-Jun-2009 01:26:01 by Cicobe1

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He darted forward in a flash, and thrust his sword into my body. Ruby blood trickled from my side as I fell to the floor. I started to shake violently as foam oozed from my mouth. I gave one final quiver, and fell to the side in a heap of blood and spittle.

My one goal was freedom. In spite of my deplorable death, I had been granted that miracle. At last, I was now freed from the desolate world of Runescape. My soul was now free to dance and frolic in the wondrous domain of the great beyond.

29-Jun-2009 01:25:22 - Last edited on 29-Jun-2009 01:26:10 by Cicobe1

Cicobe1

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And another one:

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It was my solemn duty. It was the worst possible scenario; this was the dominant nightmare above all other phantasmal fantasies. For what good was living if I was confronted with such a horrid dilemma? I was recruited by the Zamorakian army about three moons ago; and nothing has ever been the same since the occurrence. I was taken by force; dragged away from my tranquil aura of my home. I was taken from a passive life, and tossed into a horrendous battlefield, ablaze with dead bodies that released a pungent stench.

The noisome smell of dead bodies vehemently deterred me from reaching my decisive goal: to commit regicide. I was but a ferocious carnivore amidst a flock of geese; a pure killer. The sole, longing desire to eradicate a living being was agonizing; now it’s a reality.

I was in Varrock, running amok in the majestic city. My mission was simple: slay King Roald. This would be the turning point in my life, the one where I finally break out of the shell of innocence and plunge into the chasm of the guilty.

My common sense suddenly kicked in as it tried to convince me of the absurdity of the situation. Was I really going to kill a king?

In the matter of a few moons, I was already a ruthless killer coming from a nonviolent life. Storm clouds of hunger and lust to satisfy the desire to kill started to form in my head. Now, the aspiration was kicking in, most likely overwhelming my common sense.

My common sense was engulfed by an endless abyss, leaving nothing but the sensation to kill filling the empty void of emotions that raged in my mind.

I dashed through the grimy streets of Varrock, and avoided the blows of oncoming Saradomin soldiers. At last, I had made it to the castle.

29-Jun-2009 01:27:16 - Last edited on 29-Jun-2009 01:28:54 by Cicobe1

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I scampered down the long pathway, into the castle. There were crimson splotches of fresh blood glimmering in the daytime sky. The bodies laid there in sprawled positions; their mouths wrenched open with horrified expressions. The siege of Varrock had only just begun, yet the casualties were tremendous. I swiftly ran through the castle, searching for any trace of King Roald. When I passed by one room, I could hear the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. He was panting.

The oak door was the obstacle preventing me from achieving my goal. The long, sturdy oak door was the only object obstructing my vision from the person I have to kill. My breathing became short, raspy gasps. I heard the voices of other people in the room.

Enough was enough. I ripped the door open and bolted inside. There, King Roald was standing up, gazing through the vibrant window pane, surveying the bloody battle.
It would only be a matter of time before his pitiful life would come to a dismal end. King Roald swiveled around to face me, and flashed a face filled with fury.

“I’ve heard news of thou arrival.”

“Thou art nothing but a pitiful fool. Your reign is over,” I snarled.

I turned my head to be greeted with the sight of paladins lined against the walls, staring; waiting for me to make my move. I reached slowly for my belt, and unsheathed a glistening Dragon dagger, topped with a lethal poison. King Roald responded by yanking a steel longsword from behind his scarlet throne. His golden crown gleamed with magnificent light from the window. I charged forward, and instantly jabbed my dagger into his robe. The paladins ran forward in exclamation, but they were too late. The king stood there, completely still. A ruby colored liquid streamed from his side, trickling onto the polished floor. His mouth was wide open, attempting to shout, but no sound was emitted. He was dead.

29-Jun-2009 01:27:43 - Last edited on 29-Jun-2009 01:28:32 by Cicobe1

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As I smiled in satisfaction, a sharp pain jolted through my back, traveling up my spine. In shock, I peered over my soldier to see a paladin’s golden hair hanging down from his lowered head. He was on one knee, with his sword in his hand. I glanced at the bloody sword, watching it trail into my back. I roared in pain as I fell to the floor. My virtuous eyes slowly rolled to the opposite side. The paladin screamed, and slashed his sword down. I was decapitated.

Although it cost me my life, I had accomplished what I was assigned. Now was the time of revolution and change. That one moment in the room was the biggest period of change in my life. It was a time of satisfaction, pain, and emptiness all combined into one horrid minute. For what is change without consequence?

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