I intend no offence toward Jagex as a whole or the individuals who work for it. Now, without further ado...
THE LEGEND OF THE SLAYER
He began simply, much like most do. Once thing was different, however: with his first step onto Gielinor, he was a troll, through and through. He began as a simple troll, claiming to dance for money but never actually dancing when paid. Time passed; he found more creative ways to troll, smithing a full set of iron armour, finding a group of low leveled players, claiming to be giving away free armour and actually giving one of them the set, watching their hopes and dreams rise as they saw this one actually gave away free armour, relishing the feel of their hopes in his hands, and crushing them as he ran away, laughing. More time passed; he found the forums. He became an official forum troll, trolling the rants forum when least expected to. He continued along, gaining power as a troll. He annoyed people as much as possible, stealing kills, spamming forums, tricking newer players into giving him their prescious tinderboxes. Time passed, and he found the ultimate form of trolling: assaulting the roleplaying forums. Little did he know, he had gone too far. It happened in Varrock in the orange light of dusk. He was walking out of the city with his newest set of stolen items when it happened. He encountered a goldcrown. The goldcrown knew who he was, knew him well. He had been tracking him for some time now. They engaged in battle, but the troll was no match for the goldcrown. As the goldcrown dealt the final blow, he felt merciful toward the troll. Instead of killing him, he returned him to his original state, but with a curse. Any who saw the troll would recognize him for what he was, so his trolling would always fail, no matter how elaborate. The troll awoke in Lumbridge, starting his trolling career anew...
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