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Wolf0122:Mine includes the start of the Fibonacci sequence.
Gizmo B Free:The Fibbonacci sequence starts:0112.
Wolf0122:No, it's 0122.
Sinusoidal

on't start this up again.
Sinusoidal:Anyway, you can't judge his name too harshly.
Sinusoidal:Some things have hidden meaning.
Wolf0122:Mr. Happy?
Sinusoidal:It could be the stereotypical view of the gentleman.
Gizmo B Free:Yes, the rich are the happiest.
Wolf0122:It explains the "Mr."
Gizmo B Free:Such a controversial subject breached by a simple name.
Sinusoidal:Amazing.
Gizmo B Free:That was what you were going for?
Mr. Happy:Um...it sure was.
Wolf0122:Brilliant name.
Sinusoidal:We must introduce you to Decaprio.
They started heading towards one of the shacks. (c)Mr. Happy saw that he had been lying in a slight dip in the land, a crater like Cheezit92's eyesocket if you pulled out the eye. It had no doubt hidden him from the sight of those in the mage arena. But couldn't they still see the dots of Mr. Happy and these Illuminaties on their maps? He decided to ask.
(c)Mr. Happy:Can't elitists see us on their maps?
Sinusoidal:Ah yes, haven't thought of that in a while.
Wolf0122:That would be the work of Base4 our hacker.
Gizmo B Free:Sister of Base6 if you know him?
Mr. Happy:Nope
Wolf0122:His red cabbages were quite the epidemic here.
Sinusoidal:We're mostly vegetarian.
Gizmo B Free:Anyway, Base4 is a brilliant hacker, done some neat work.
Wolf0122:Yeah, and our camp is actually just out of sight of the arena.
(c)Mr. Happy:Why so close to the arena?
Sinusoidal:It's better to know what's going on.
Wolf0122:We don't want to be completely removed from the battle.
They reached one of the shacks and opened the door. (c)Mr. Happy almost walked inside before the Illuminaties stopped him. Inside the shack was a shaft stretching down into the ground as far as he could see.
Sinusoidal:Wait a minute.
A series of clanks announced the arrival of a rickety cart, rising up the shaft.

27-May-2006 17:59:24

Azure Sunday

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Sinusoidal:By the look on ur face, I guess u've seen one of these before.
He must have mistaken Mr. Happy'* grin for a wistful smile. (c)Mr. Happy could just imagine Cheezit92 twisting and burning as he fell down that shaft into the red glow far below.
Wolf0122:Works on manual labor and some centrifugal force.
Gizmo B Free:U'd love it.
The contraption stopped and the Illuminaties stepped in. (c)Mr. Happy was hesitant. Now was the time to run, he might have a chance of escaping. But once he steped into that shaft...
His decision was made for him when the Illuminaties pulled him in. He probably wouldn't have made it anyway, he thought, them having those staffs.
Sinusoidal:you have got to meet Decaprio.
Wolf0122:This is a place where a smart mind like urs shan't go to waste.
Gizmo B Free shut the door, immersing them in an eerie glow from some red light source that glimmered far below them.
Sinusoidal:Here we go.
The box began its descent, down towards the fires that burned far below.

27-May-2006 17:59:36

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21 – Rock Climbing

To end the war and save the day,
Let ancient magics lead the way.

Wind whipped snow about him as his gloved fingers perused the rock for cracks or handholds. It seemed he was out of luck this time though, the section of rock overhead was a sheer wall, and any usable cracks had long ago been filled in with slick ice. That was to be expected though of many of Trollweis mountain's cliffs. Even in summer a man could freeze up here within minutes if he didn't keep moving. Sliding nimbly down the rock a few feet, he carefully maneuvered himself to the left and began the ascent again.
Scaling Trollweis was no easy business, and many routes up had been called impossible to traverse. As far as he knew, this was one of the latter. For three hours he had been climbing and so far it seemed he was perhaps halfway up this section. Twenty minutes later he realized he was at another dead end.
Suddenly Voldemort messaged him on private chat.
Voldemort:Hey.
Zezima:Hello.
Voldemort:Look down.
Zezima twisted his neck and saw what could have been a human being waving at him from a ledge hundreds of feet below, almost concealed by the falling snow. He leaned out from the cliffside and waved back.
Zezima:What are you doing here?
Voldemort:Got some news, good and bad.
Zezima:Kk, I'll be down in a moment.
Voldemort:No need I can just private chat.
But Zezima was already readying for the descent. It was the best part. Anyway, he didn't seem to be getting anywhere today.
Voldemort:So which news do you want to hear fir...Holy
He cut off abruptly as Zezima flung himself backwards away from the cliff and let himself drop, back-first, towards the ground. It felt as though he had left his stomach up near the middle of the cliff. It felt sensational, only himself and the snowflakes, falling to their doom.
After a few seconds of falling, he twisted himself around to see the ground rushing at him.

27-May-2006 17:59:54

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He could now pick out Voldemort gaping up at him, mouth open and eyes wide.
Alright. He equipped his grappling hook, looked for the perfect ledge, spotted it off to the right side of his fall, and shot the hook with inhuman precision. It caught.
Even though he strengthened his grip on the grappling hook and braced himself, the hook was still almost wrenched from his grasp when the line went taut. Arms seemed to almost become pulled from sockets for a few seconds and then he was swinging through a flurry of heavy snowflakes that glued themselves to his rogue armor. At the nadir of his swing he released the grappling hook, letting it spin up into the heights while he landed, feet in front of him, in the snow plowing two deep furrows as he ground to a halt.
Heart racing, he turned at the sound of footsteps crunching rapidly towards him through the snow. Voldemort appeared clad in full mystic caked with frost.
Voldemort:Zezima that was...
Voldemort:I mean it was...
Voldemort:Well, for anyone else I'd call it suicidal.
Zezima:Ty, so you have news?
Voldemort

h yes, yes I do. Which first, good or bad?
Zezima:Let's do bad.
Voldemort:Alright, Muad Dhib, (c)Mr. Happy'* escort, was southeast of the mage arena.
Voldemort:He was dead.
Zezima:?
Voldemort:His body was punctured numerous times.
Voldemort:I suspect darts or arrows though none were found.
Zezima:And the only person with him was that madman?
Voldemort:Yes, (c)Mr. Happy.
Zezima:Interesting, I'll have to think on that.
Zezima:So what's the other news?
Voldemort:Lumbridge is ours, a surprisingly easy grab.
Voldemort

nly 1k noobs there, most fresh from Tutorial Island.
Zezima:Casualties?
Voldemort:5
Zezima:Not bad. And Ardougne?
Voldemort:King Arthur pmed me. They're still holding out.
Zezima:Great.
Voldemort:I heard the noobs are laying siege to it.
Zezima:?
Voldemort:Siege, as in blocking its food supply.
Texan85:Is anyone here Texan?
Zezima:Lol.
Voldemort:Nope, that's a weird question.

27-May-2006 18:00:05

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Zezima:It wasn't me.
Zezima was immediately alert, silence echoed around them as they listened for the crunch of feet, tried to peer through the dense curtain of falling snow.
Voldemort:Watch out my lord.
Snow evaporated and the air erupted with light as Voldemort circumscribed Zezima and himself with a ring of fire. Flaring away into the surrounding area, it illuminated the terrain for a few second and turned the falling snow into vapor that rose back up into the sky. Nothing was revealed, however. Soon the blanket of snow was thick about them again, concealing the landscape. Voldemort shot a few fireballs at the cliff above them for good measure.
Voldemort:Nothing.
Zezima:This has happened to me before.
Voldemort:Really?
Zezima:Yes, in the mage arena.
Zezima:But you heard it too this time. So it must be real.
Voldemort

erhaps Runescape is finally falling apart.
A disturbing thought Zezima had not entertained until now.
Zezima:Lets hope not.
Zezima:I want some elitists sent out to locate this Texan85.
Voldemort:I'll see to it personally.
Zezima:Alright. I think I'm done here for today.
Voldemort:K.
Zezima:Maybe I'll visit my friends in Ardougne.
Zezima

r perhaps take a break on Karamja.
Voldemort:Lol, you deserve it.
Voldemort:C ya later then, I'm off to Lumbridge.
By the time they parted, the snow had whipped itself into a blizzard, howling around the countryside and obliterating any traces of their meeting.

27-May-2006 18:00:19

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22 – The Siege Continues

While noobs toward Ardougne did march,
Elitists from the Wildy, parched,
Did withdraw weapons from the bank,
To attack noob's unprotected flank.

Ardougne castle loomed black against the night on the other side of the river, as impenetrable now as it had been on the first day of the siege. Several attempts had been made to span the river with a bridge of planks or other such material, all nailed together. But every time, a mage elitist would run from the castle, set fire to the planks and sprint back again before noob arrows could hit them, leaving just a mess of ashes floating down the river. Some good news for the noob army came in every day, however, in the form of more people willing to join Cheezit92's cause. Sometimes only a handful wandered in, but there had been some larger groups, several numbering in the hundreds.
Cheezit92 sat on a hillock of cement outside his tent, a monstrous red thing, mulling over these events. Wrapping his arms around himself, he looked northwards to where Discollama2 had found space for most of the noob army to set up camp.
Man, it was cold!
Enticing fires flickered faintly from that huge camp, calling to him, but he decided to stay where he was. He didn't want the crowds of noobs that undoubtedly awaited him up there. For the moment, he enjoyed being alone.
Was that music he heard?
Straining his ears he listened and picked it out. It was coming from Discollama2's camp, not a melody, but a heavy beat like some sort of disco song. At least they were having fun.
Turning back to look at Ardougne castle he realized he was not alone anymore, someone was sitting beside him.
Cheezit92:I didn't hear you come up.
(c)Mr. Happy:Neither did I.
Cheezit92 whirled around to find he was actually alone. There was no one sitting on the pavement beside him, but a figure was strolling towards him from the direction of the Ardougne zoo.

27-May-2006 18:00:29

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For a moment he imagined the scarecrow form of Mr. Happy striding towards him out of the gloom, but of course it was nothing of the sort. "(c)Mr. Happy = dead. Remember that," he told himself as Texan85 finally reached him and took a seat beside him.
Cheezit92:Hello
Texan85:Howdy. Fine night
Cheezit92:Yea. You want to talk to me about something?
Texan85:Mayhaps
Cheezit92:K
Texan85:I was thinking about Discollama2
Cheezit92:What about him?
Texan85:Keep him close
Cheezit92:Why?
Texan85:The troops feel an affection towards him they don't towards you.
Cheezit92:I know
Texan85:I don't know which way they'd turn if he left you.
Cheezit92:Why would he do that?
Texan85:No reason, just pointing it out
Cheezit92:Kk, he does like to entertain his troops
Texan85:Yea...
For a few minutes they just sat and watched Ardougne. A light had bloomed in one of the castle windows and the silhouette of a man could be seen striding within. Once again the beat of the distant music carried through the chill air.
Cheezit92:I wonder what he's doing now
Texan85:Who?
Cheezit92

iscollama2
Texan85

h, they're having a disco contest
Cheezit92:A contest?
Texan85:Yes
Cheezit92:But there are only like 6 dance emotes!
Texan85:Nevertheless...
Cheezit92

h well
Texan85:The troops are getting restless
Texan85:They came here for a battle
Cheezit92:Well, unless u have any ideas to cross this river...
Texan85:Sometimes the simplest ideas are best
Cheezit92:What do you mean by that?
Texan85

, nothing
Cheezit92:K, u ever considered being second in command?
Texan85:Looking for someone to replace Ratherdashng?
Cheezit92:Yea...
Texan85:I suggest u give Discollama2 the part
Cheezit92:Why not u?
Texan85:It would only drag me down
Cheezit92:What?
Texan85:There's better things to do than command a war
Texan85:In my opinion
Cheezit92:Alright
Cheezit92

o u know what a siege is?
Texan85:Nope, but I hope u do
Cheezit92:Kind of

27-May-2006 18:00:57

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Cheezit92:I know we stand outside the castle a long time
Cheezit92:But how does that defeat the elitists?
Texan85:Maybe we wait until they die of old age
Cheezit92:What's old age?
Texan85

, forgot it doesn't exist in Runescape
Cheezit92

k
Texan85:Then I have no idea how it works
Cheezit92

h well, I guess we'll find out
Cheezit92:Eventually we'll have sieged them to death
Texan85:Yea
Cheezit92:If only King Arthur were dead
Texan85:?
Cheezit92:He's the leader of those Ardougne elitists
Texan85:How do you know that?
Cheezit92:I...don't...know, that's odd
Texan85

h well, alot of strange things are happening nowadays
Cheezit92:Yeah
Texan85:The cabbages turned red, did you notice?
Cheezit92:Yes. Lots of weird things
Texan85:C ya then, gtg
Cheezit92:C ya
Texan85:And ur not from Texas, right?
Cheezit92:Nope
Texan85:K

27-May-2006 18:01:13

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23 – Death By Squeezit

Chp.23-Death By Squeezit

He searched for exits underground,
But never one did find,
Not realizing, he hurried down,
The pathways of his mind.
-Qazwsx3740

Zamilo stood at the gate of the Al Kharid palace, shouting his wares.
Zamilo:Get ur Cheezit Squeezit's here!
For him this war was really paying off. The Cheezit Squeezit's were popular around here. Somewhat like a kebab except for having red cabbage as its main ingredient, it sold for the cheap price of 50gp. Zamilo counted his cash. Already 2000gp! A lvl 36 came by and purchased one of the Squeezit's. 2050gp! It was the most money he had ever seen.
So far there had not been a single complaint, so he assumed everyone liked them. Or maybe it was because of the high death rate in these parts. Bodies were found by the Al Kharid guards every half hour, supposedly poisoned and...
...hold on
Sry. I'm supposed to be writing about Mr. Happy...Kind of got carried away there...Let me restart.

27-May-2006 18:01:25

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23 – Tunnels

He searched for exits underground,
But never one did find,
Not realizing, he hurried down,
The pathways of his mind.

The contraption did not descend quite as far as Mr. Happy had imagined it would. Ten feet beneath the surface of the earth it stopped and the occupants stepped off onto the beginning of a staircase that sloped down into darkness. With a clank, the box behind them shuddered and then began descending once more down the shaft, leaving them alone on the stairs. (c)Mr. Happy immediately began walking into the darkness. Darkness was where Sam was, if he went far enough down these steps he could find Sam's cell and free him!
Sinusoidal:Stop.
Gizmo B Free:Let us walk ahead.
Wolf0122:There are certain...traps set up here.
But at these words Mr. Happy broke into a run and before the surprised Illuminaties could react had hurtled down the steps into darkness. He almost tripped once on his blind dash down the stairs, and when he reached the base of the flight and his foot, expecting another step, hit hard ground instead, he almost fell again. Both times he recovered, however, and ran on. Not once did he hear the pattering of feet behind him. That was odd.
A light appeared dully before him further down the corridor and as he came closer he realized it was a burning torch stuck in a bracket at the intersection of six corridors. Skidding to a halt, he quickly decided to take a sharp right into a perpendicular corridor. Right is right, after all. He chuckled. Right is right as rain. The torchlight dimmed as he ran from the blaze, and soon the hall was consumed by utter darkness once more. (c)Mr. Happy slowed to a walk. Those Illuminations or whatever were too far behind now to catch him. He listened nonetheless for footsteps.
Darkness was disorienting. Within a space of time that could have been any length he found himself wondering whether he was still walking in the same direction.

27-May-2006 18:01:56

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