Story of WoV
Matthew slowly looked away and shut his eyes. He opened them again, only to see the same thing. A piece a parchment. A slab of denial. His hands involuntarily formed into fists. What was worse, they never even bothered to read his story. He had worked for hours on end to write it. He stood up, with a faint glimmer in his eye. It was then decided. He would form a grand guild, among splendor, highest among all others. The fantasy engulfed him. And where else better to build it then Varrock? A grand city of the Arts, with grand literature and statues along the palace. As he walked through the grand streets of Varrock, he could smell the fresh air. He walked straight to the palace, and into the castle. Upon seeing Reldo, he spoke. “I need a books about guilds, please******….” Reldo replied. Obviously, he had to do this kind of thing every day. “Any particular type of guild, and what about, joining?”
“Writing guilds, and making.” Matthew replied. Reldo’s eyes lit up with sudden surprise.
“Writing guilds? I’m afraid very few books exist on such, very few… However, I may be of help.”
Excitement rose in Matthew. “Really? How?”
“Well, first of all, you could use the palace basement as headquarters. Obviously you will need rules and requirements. Here are a few books describing other guilds. I’m sure you’ll find some ideas.”
After searching for several hours, Matthew had finally depicted exactly how he wanted the guild. He had based it off of a Specific one that had two versions already in existence. Now all he had to do was wait. One day, someone popped in.
“G’ day,” he said. “My name is Smurf, Smurf Black. I’m here to fill in an application.” Matthew’s boredom immediately left him. It was the start of it all.
25-Nov-2007 20:33:05
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Citizen Meme
