"Hey. The land's tipping," muttered Armadyl, pointing westwards.
"Oh that's bad," Bandos cried in alarm. "Tirannwn is sticking way out of the ocean now."
"I'll fix it!" screamed Saradomin, leaping around the table.
"Nooo!" yelled Guthix despairingly, "It's all off-kilter."
With a flurry, Saradomin started shoring up the rapidly-sinking Mort Myre and Sanguinesti. After a few moments the subduction slowed.
"See? I told you I'd take care of..."
A resounding crack split the continent in two, triggering a multitude of massive earthquakes. With the eastern and western lands pushed up, the weight of the central mountains was no longer supported and a gaping rift opened from Trollweiss to Ape Atoll. Tsunamis hundreds of feet high engulfed the stricken lands as the Gods watched, thunderstruck. Then the table faded to black, leaving a single glowing phrase:
"Game over. Play again? Y/N"
~Dreamweaver~
October, 2008
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