Discollama2 entered the tent and tried to back out again when he saw Cheezit92's mood.
Cheezit92:Come in
Discollama2 (C)stepped in and stood awkwardly by the tent entrance.
Discollama2:Every leader must suffer some defeats m'lord
Discollama2:We'll win Lumbridge on our next invasion
Cheezit92
C)It's not Lumbridge Im worried about
Cheezit92
C)It's Ratherdashng
Cheezit92:Something must be done about him
Discollama2:Indeed
Discollama2:We could assassinate him...
Cheezit92:Hm*m
Cheezit92:Wouldn't other people suspect me though?
Discollama2:Yea
Cheezit92:Well, I'll think on it
Discollama2:Anyway, I was coming to remind you of the speech
Cheezit92:Speech?
Discollama2:Yes, you're supposed to ad(c)dress the army with Ratherdashng
Discollama2:In the Lumbridge castle grounds.
Cheezit92:When was this decided?
Discollama2:By you, yesterday evening
Cheezit92:Really?
Discollama2:Yes
Cheezit92
, I'll be out shortly then
Discollama2:Alright
Ratherdashng was already up on the podium when Cheezit92 arrived, addressing the crowds of noobs. Interspersed throughout the masses, burning heads marked Ratherdashngs mountain monks who stood ominously tall and silent.
Cheezit92 had put on his finest silks, which he had bought minutes ago from the silk store in Varrock, in order to outdo Ratherdashng at this meeting clothes-wise. To his disappointment he saw that Ratherdashng was also looking flashy. Sinuous red dragons clawed their way up his gold pant legs, breathing lines of fire across his shirt that looked almost as realistic as those shooting from his head. Clad in his nice pink outfit, Cheezit92 nevertheless gained the podium to applause from his half of the noobs and stood beside Ratherdashng.
Ratherdashng:I see you've decided to show up
Cheezit92:You would, wouldn't you
Ratherdashng:?
Cheezit92 however was addressing the noobs now.
Cheezit92:Hello!
Crowd:Hilleellloooheyy!
...lets just say it was a mix of many greetings.
Cheezit92:Come in
Discollama2 (C)stepped in and stood awkwardly by the tent entrance.
Discollama2:Every leader must suffer some defeats m'lord
Discollama2:We'll win Lumbridge on our next invasion
Cheezit92
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Cheezit92
![:( :(](https://forums.rs/img/forum/blk.gif)
Cheezit92:Something must be done about him
Discollama2:Indeed
Discollama2:We could assassinate him...
Cheezit92:Hm*m
Cheezit92:Wouldn't other people suspect me though?
Discollama2:Yea
Cheezit92:Well, I'll think on it
Discollama2:Anyway, I was coming to remind you of the speech
Cheezit92:Speech?
Discollama2:Yes, you're supposed to ad(c)dress the army with Ratherdashng
Discollama2:In the Lumbridge castle grounds.
Cheezit92:When was this decided?
Discollama2:By you, yesterday evening
Cheezit92:Really?
Discollama2:Yes
Cheezit92
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Discollama2:Alright
Ratherdashng was already up on the podium when Cheezit92 arrived, addressing the crowds of noobs. Interspersed throughout the masses, burning heads marked Ratherdashngs mountain monks who stood ominously tall and silent.
Cheezit92 had put on his finest silks, which he had bought minutes ago from the silk store in Varrock, in order to outdo Ratherdashng at this meeting clothes-wise. To his disappointment he saw that Ratherdashng was also looking flashy. Sinuous red dragons clawed their way up his gold pant legs, breathing lines of fire across his shirt that looked almost as realistic as those shooting from his head. Clad in his nice pink outfit, Cheezit92 nevertheless gained the podium to applause from his half of the noobs and stood beside Ratherdashng.
Ratherdashng:I see you've decided to show up
Cheezit92:You would, wouldn't you
Ratherdashng:?
Cheezit92 however was addressing the noobs now.
Cheezit92:Hello!
Crowd:Hilleellloooheyy!
...lets just say it was a mix of many greetings.
27-May-2006 19:46:04 - Last edited on 27-May-2006 19:46:24 by Azure Sunday