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The elitists sat, all trying to make it look as regal as they could, trying not to pretend they were taking orders from a noob. A(c)zraeleterni was fuming.
Texan85:Nice job, stand up.
They all stood up again.
Texan85:Ah ah ah, I didn't say Zamorak says.
Texan85:I'm afraid you lost.
Texan85:Another round?
But A(c)zraeleterni had had enough.
A(c)zraeleterni:I'm not going to subject myself to further embarrassment.
A(c)zraeleterni:Either kill him, or submit him to my torture chamber.
Zezima eyed Texan85, but the Texan kept his mocking smile steady and gave no hint as to whether he was carrying anything in his hand.
Zezima:Alright, you've had your fun, now out with it.
Zezima:Tell us or you die.
For a moment, Texan85 glanced happily around the room and Zezima was about to call his bluff and step forward when he began talking again.
Texan85:It's no fault of mine that all of you are terrible at Zamorak says.
Texan85:But I guess I'll tell you my message anyway.
He paused, causing the hate for him that was displayed on each elitist's face to deepen.
Texan85

k,
Texan85:The man with fire for his crown is here.
Zezima waited for more, but none came.
Voldemort:What are you raving about, noob?
Texan85: Lol, the clans are banding.
Texan85:You have become the new outcasts.
Texan85:And youre destruction is written in the proph(C)ecies.
Texan85:That's about it.
Zezima:Lol.
Zezima:You say this and yet the noobs are falling and we hold all the strongholds.
Voldemort:But Ardougne.
Zezima:Ardougne doesn't matter.
Zezima:A man with fire for his crown?
Suddenly the noob decided to interject once more.
Texan85:Are you from Texas(C)?
Zezima:?

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Azure Sunday

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Texan85:I wasn't asking you.
Texan85:A(c)zraeleterni, you seem like you could be.
A(c)zraeleterni:Texas?
Texan85:Yeah, land of cacti, George Bush, etc.
A(c)zraeleterni

ont you mean Al Kharid?
Texan85:Nope.
Voldemort:Let's just kill him.
Zezima:Just answer my question.
Texan85:Kill me, a helpless noob?
A(c)zraeleterni:Yea, torture could extract more information though.
Texan85 yawned.
Texan85:This conversation seems to be wearing a bit thin.
Texan85:And I have an appointment to make.
Texan85:Lovely talking with you, but I'd best be off.
And once more, before Zezimas eyes, Texan85 shrunk into an orb of scintillating purple and left four sets of empty chains clanging against a bare wall in his wake.

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Azure Sunday

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58 - Outcasts

A bronze dagger sings,
And increases the gap,
A steel scimmy swings,
And connects with a snap.

A spectator shouts,
And a fist strikes his face,
This division that sprouts,
Through the whole rebel race.

They know that it all,
Depends on this and,
That divided they'll fall,
But united they'd stand.

It became a race into the Wildy. For an hour or so Varrock looked like an anthill, noobs from both armies scuttling around, packing hurriedly. Heavy tents were ripped down in minutes and stuffed into bags which were then used to beat people from the opposite army and slow them down. Both Ratherdashng and Cheezit92 noticed that they would get nowhere if they allowed this open warfare between the armies to continue, though, so while Ratherdashng sent out his fire-headed monks to instill order amongst his noobs, Cheezit92 decided to use more discreet tactics.
Soon after the fighting had simmered down, an elite noob squadron from Cheezit92's army made their way into Ratherdashng's camp and covertly set up tents that had already been taken down. This caused much confusion amongst Ratherdashng's noobs as every time they packed up their tents and left for a few minutes they would come back to find them erected once more. It was not long before one of Cheezit92's noobs was caught in the act, however, and Ratherdashng's retaliation came fast and precise.
Roaring flames suddenly spouted from a section of Cheezit92's camp as six or seven tents simultaneously caught fire. For a few moments Cheezit92 thought it might have been a cooking accident, but then (*)noobs came carrying reports that the fire could not be put out with water, and Cheezit92 knew what it was. A few moments later an explosion that sounded like a God clapping echoed from Ratherdashng's camp. One of Cheezit92s noobs had found a barrel bomb who-knows-where, and deployed it among the opposing army.

27-May-2006 20:22:20

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Suddenly both sides were livid with fire that flitted quickly from item to item as though it had wings. Many deaths occurred on Ratherdashng's side at this point, not because of shrapnel from the explosion but as a result of noobs whose heads were not lit on fire rushing to the flames and attempting to light them.
Cheezit92 decided it was time to go whether his troops were fully packed or not.
The Wilderness was depressing. In fact it was so depressing that one of Cheezit92's noobs killed themselves upon seeing it and made the mood even more depressing for the others. A monotonous landscape stretched out in all directions, broken here and there by a clump of gnarled, drooping trees that seemed to have had a nice start in life but upon growing high enough to see the land they were living in, had given up and sunk back to the ground. A wind that sounded and smelled like a moss giant letting loose wheezed across the landscape.
Cheezit92 ordered his army to run to Zezima Isle but, after discovering that many of the noobs hadn't yet mastered the ability of running, resigned himself to walk through the dreary land. Tompayne2, still traveling with Cheezit92, kept a log of their trek through the Wilderness:

Level 2 Wilderness - A bird is crying at me. It is blacky but also some light color. It makes me throw a rock at the sounds and the birdy flies to a tree. The tree eats the birdy and that serves that feathery guy ok.

Level 8 Wilderness - My friend is becoming saliva around the mouth from the Wildy. It looks to him too dark. He runs off laughing now and I never see him again. Many rebels go crazy here but he is the first.

Level 12 Wilderness - Almost there. We have been of the luck of finding flies. A big mess of flies that we have been ordered to kill. I am going to help.

And thus the journal ends.

27-May-2006 20:22:50

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Before their arrival at Zezima Isle, some of the noobs in Cheezit92's army did spot a swarm of flies, and Cheezit92 dispatched five score of his men to kill them and bring their dead bodies back as proof for Ratherdashng. He would show Ratherdashng that his army could beat a swarm of flies. Sadly none of the men sent out to deal with the insects ever returned.
Zezima Isle hadn't changed at all, unless you counted the outcasts that guarded the bridge of land which was the only way past the smoldering moat of lava that surrounded it. Cheezit92 ordered his army to a halt, wondering if he would have to retake Zezima Isle. Two outcasts approached his army cautiously, and he stepped forward to meet them. Behind him, he heard the sound of hundreds of noobs drawing bows.
One of the outcasts, Dot278, whose long black beard spilled out from a rune med helm, was the first to talk.
Dot278:We've been expecting you
Cheezit92:You have?
Dot278:Yea, Ratherdashng informed us he was coming
Cheezit92:I'm not with Ratherdashng
Dot278:You're not?
Cheezit92:What are you doing here?!
Dot278:?
Cheezit92

C)This is a noob stronghold!
Dot278:You let the outcasts take hold of it
Cheezit92:I didn't...
Dot278:Ratherdashng did, I meant.
Dot278:Are you new recruits then?
Cheezit92:I'm the leader of the noobs!
Dot278:Lol
Cheezit92:What happened to this land?
Cheezit92:I left for a few days and now no one remembers me!
Dot278:No need to shout
Dot278:Well, you are welcome to come in, if you want
Dot278:Ratherdashng should be here soon
Cheezit92:Fine. I want to meet the leader here, tho
Dot278:Baa Bleety?
Cheezit92:Uh, sure
Dot278:She might be busy right now.
Cheezit92:I'll meet her anyway
Cheezit92

C)Tell her the leader of the noobs is here to see her
Dot278:Lol, ok
Cheezit92:I mean it
Dot278:Lol, ok
Cheezit92:Why do you say lol?
Dot278

, I meant ok
Cheezit92

k

27-May-2006 20:23:23

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The inside of Zezima Isle had been improved upon since Cheezit92 had last seen it. For one thing, there weren't dead noob and elitist bodies scattered about its floor. For another, the outcasts had decorated it in a collage of beautiful and creative colors. A giant mural of a woman in full dragon armor decorated an entire wall. She was stabbing a sword that radiated darkness out in front of her at a spectacularly detailed silver dragon. Her unflinching blue gaze and steady posture showed no fear in the face of the blazing pillars that emanated from the dragon's mouth. Cheezit92 wondered if this was supposed to be Baa Bleety.
Many other paintings done by less artistic people decorated the other walls, and the noob army stared around at these fantastic images for a few moments, eyes glued to the battle scenes.
Dot278:Yeah, we've been kind of bored down here.
Cheezit92:I (C)thought you were going to find Baa Bleety
Dot278

h yeah
He hurried away.
Discollama2:Its...different
Cheezit92:Yea
Cheezit92:But we need to get the outcasts out of here
Cheezit92

C)They have no right to be on our property
Discollama2:Yea, it feels almost as if the elitists have recaptured this island
Noobs began to set up the few tents they had managed to bring along as Cheezit92 waited for Dot278 to return. He finally did, bringing a message that Baa Bleety was actually out hunting in the Wildy at the moment and couldn't be reached.
Cheezit92:Is that a picture of her?
He pointed at the dragon and woman on the wall.
Dot278:Yes, beautiful isnt it?
Dot278:That would be Ninadogs' work
Cheezit92

Cheezit92:You know you'll have to leave Zezima Isle, right?
Dot278:What?
Cheezit92:I'm not allowing you to stay
Dot278:Lol, we'll see what Ratherdashng has to say about that
Cheezit92:He won't say anything pretty soon
Dot278:?
Cheezit92:We're going to have a duel
Dot278

k...lol
Cheezit92:Yea, he's going to die soon

27-May-2006 20:23:54

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For almost an hour, Cheezit92 sat and looked at the depiction of the outcast leader. There was nothing else to do. Her auburn hair seemed to glow with the flames from the dragon-fire, and she carried a shield like the one that Duke Horacio had given him on her left arm. Perhaps that meant that Duke Horacio was hiding out here? He'd have to investigate that.
Then Ratherdashng stormed down the ladder followed by his regiment of noobs. Cheezit92 laughed inwardly at the look of loathing that flashed across Ratherdashng's face as he saw Cheezit92's army sprawled across the cavern. Many of his troops wore bandages across their scalps. Marching through the cave, Ratherdashng disappeared into the fight pits. Yes, Cheezit92 decided, Texan85's proph(C)ecies must be wrong. Ratherdashng would die.

27-May-2006 20:24:32

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59 - A Dangerous Dance

Oh Gods what are we fighting for,
What blissful peace could balance this?,
A world paved all 'bout with gore,
And headed for that dark abyss.

Amidst the general bustle, Eyegouge27's voice chattered incessantly at him from the rafters. Everything seemed bleak at the moment. Everything seemed to carry a gloomy air. (c)Mr. Happy stood in a corner of the grand Xanadian dancehall and watched people pour in through its doors. A large stage occupied one corner of the building's floor, illuminated by a dim glow cast by light lines on the structure's domed ceiling. Odd instruments had been erected on this stage and currently lay motionless and glittering. All along the walls, streamers hung limply, their startling tints made drab by the muted lights. Whispers rippled through the crowd already gathered in the room, carrying Base4's name.
Without warning, one of the beams supporting the roof caught fire. (c)Mr. Happy watched it spread like a pool of blood across the ceiling until the first beam finally broke under the heat and dripped from the mass towards the floor. It never hit though. Instead, it disappeared halfway through its fall and reappeared in its initial state, securely fastened in the scaffolding.
His visions had been changing lately, becoming more destructive. The exploding flowers had been the first sign of it. Now it seemed that every few minutes he saw things catching on fire around him.
Another thing had also been changing lately. The position of Cheezit92. His pull seemed stronger now, closer but still to the southeast. Was Cheezit92 marching to the final battle? Was Mr. Happy going to miss the final battle? He hoped not.
The sounds of Sethcat's voice dragged him back to the dancing room, which was steadily filling up with Xanadians in all types of fancy costumes. Sethcat wore his typical black outfit, however, looking like a black hole amongst all the bright stars of the crowd.

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omehow Sethcat had been able to pick him out from amongst the masses. Either he had a good eye, or something like Mr. Happy'* magnetism to Cheezit92 connected Sethcat to Mr. Happy.
Sethcat:Can you believe the presidential ruling?!
Mr. Happy:?
Sethcat

C)The four candidates they chose!
Mr. Happy:I was one of them
Sethcat:Yea, that's alright. But the others!
Sethcat:Neomorfeus, Xabbu2, Binabik73...
(c)Mr. Happy:What about them?
Sethcat

C)They're all revolt lovers!
Sethcat

C)There's some revolt lover trickery involved somewhere
Mr. Happy:But aren't they supposed to be the smartest?
Mr. Happy:I though smart ones were chosen.
Then he remembered he wasnt smart, and was about to retract the statement, but Sethcat was already speaking again.
Sethcat:Yeah, they're all smart, but there are smarter Zezimanites.
Sethcat:Me, for instance.
Sethcat:I could obliterate Binabik any day in a competition of wits.
(c)Mr. Happy:You can take my place…
Sethcat:Lol, stop being modest.
Sethcat:If this election happens you're our best chance.
Sethcat:If...
He trailed off for a moment, obviously deep in thought.
Sethcat:Yes, us Zezimanites need to take some action.
Sethcat

C)It skews too far to the noob side.
(c)Mr. Happy:Uh...
Should he keep on trying to get Sethcat to take his place in the presidential running? Gizmo B Free, clad in a deep green silky suit seemed to come from nowhere and saved Mr. Happy from answering.
Gizmo B Free:There you are.
Gizmo B Free:I heard Base4 is about to come in.
Grabbing Mr. Happy's arm, Gizmo B Free yanked him roughly through the crowds to join Wolf0122 and Sinusoidal near the stage where band members were now setting up and testing their instruments. Wolf0122 was dressed in a green suit similar to Gizmo B Free's, but with darker green vines twining their way around his sleeves and torso. He was clutching a few wrinkled leafs of paper in one hand and looked unsure of what he was about to do.

27-May-2006 21:24:00 - Last edited on 27-May-2006 21:24:43 by Azure Sunday

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Sinusoidal wore a sky blue outfit that came out a teal in the weak lighting.
Instruments hooted for a few minutes as the band warmed up and then a burst of applause near the building's entrance announced Base4's arrival. (c)Mr. Happy tried getting up on his toes to see above the mass of people, but the crowd around him had adopted the same strategy and he eventually gave up, sinking back down onto the soles of his feet. He would wait.
In the end he didnt have to wait long at all. Base4 headed straight to the podium, where the band was still tuning up, and climbed the short flight of steps leading up to it to ad(c)dress the crowds. She was wearing cap(C)acious pants and a shirt both dyed so it seemed a yellow light radiated from her stomach, fading to orange and then red as it neared her extremities. Her hair was likewise died - orange vanishing into red. It looked like the type of outfit an(C) Al Kharidian woman might wear.
Base4:As you can see the band is getting warmed up.
She paused.
Base4:Well, I should actually open up by saying
Base4:Thanks for attending the dance,
Base4:Everyone has made excellent progress this year,
Base4:And we are hosting this to celebrate that.
Base4:Magic guild, brilliant staff development.
Base4:I loved your new fire/air stave.
Shouts of approval reverberated about the room, mostly coming from those in the magic department.
Base4:And the crafting guild. Thanks for the decorations.
She gestured towards the streamers that covered the walls like a second skin and cheers came from the crafting guild members.
Base4:And all the other guilds, I would like to name you individually
Base4:But unfortunately I have a time limit.
Base4:So let me jump to the upcoming elections.
Base4:Congratulations to Binabik73., (c)Mr. Happy, Neomorfeus & Xabbu2
Scattered applause.
Base4:I also hear some Xanadians want to do performances.

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