lol, to be honest. While the color options are pretty basic, there are more colors, as you've seen in the RAs I do.
You can find the full list
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Had a grand ole time with KoA at their shindig last night. We met in the keep, discussed the tragic attacks in Paris #PrayForParis, then went to the dance hall, where I exhibited my unique dance style, the RoboBash.
Following the dance, several of us would decide to split off from the dancefloor to garb ourselves in our most **** attires, and parade around the citadel. I could tell, their clan avatars were in awe of our beauty.
After the stroll, I would split from the group to fletch some at their citadel bank, as the others would make their way to the battlefield. By this time, the lagmonster had struck several of us, poor Yum fell victim several times, disconnecting.
All and all, though, it was a blasting bash. Had a great time, and hope to have more fun with our allies.
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Cucco Chaser
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"He don't look like no cucco chaser to me. Then again, I ain't never met one before."
'Well...I do see that things have changed around here greatly in the past few hundred years...Although the weaponry hasn't changed much', Jon thought to himself, looking at the guards at the entrance of the room and chuckling.
The door opened and a hooded man entered holding a very old and very official looking folder. He closed the door the door behind him and threw the folder down on the table before Jon, he took a closer look at the cover and saw his name along with a stamp that read A.S.S. on it, He chuckled again.
"Jon Moxley...Also known as Shozzy, Ryu, Mizark, and last of all Ironshell." The hooded man said while sitting down. "A once proud general of Avarrocka turned traitor."
"Izan Ishtari....Once an independent Mahjarrat, now turned puppet for the Varrock Secret Service....Although I got to admit that the V.S.S. is a better name than A.S.S. ... "
The hooded man chuckled "Hardly a puppet...But yes. I do work for the VSS...For the intelligence department..."
"Which explains how you know so much about me...so, how about taking these chains off?"
"No can do, we all know what you're capable of...I wanna hear your story. All of it." Izan said as he placed a small circular device on the table and pressed it.
"Okay.." Jon rattled his chains and sat uncomfortably. "I was born on a small farm south of what is now known as Varrock, and east of what is known as Lumbridge. I spent most of my childhood cleaning up chicken scat-"
"The real story please," Izan interrupted, "It must be accurate."
"This is the real story. I wasn't always a warrior...The world formed me to be that way..." Jon shook his chains again. "Are you sure you can't get rid of these chains? I promise not to run away or kill anyone. I may be many things...And a man of my word is one of those...my file speaks for itself." He held up his arms.
To be continued...
Jikdur Ishtari - Son of Tyv|Lord at
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