WizardStar
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15-Jul-2010 21:20:07
Last edited on 15-Jul-2010 23:01:31 by WizardStar
“Hello Larry!” Wizard2878 called, “I need teleport runes to Falador, please.” “Mighty adventure going on, hm?” Larry asked. “No, my house just almost got attacked by a gigantic ant. Need some help with that.” Larry shook his head. “I won’t ask anymore,” he said with a Twinkie, er, twinkle in his eyes. Larry then handed Wizard2878 a handful of small stones with colored etches in them. “Ah, thank you.” Wizard2878 said, and took out his magic book, flipping to a dog-eared, worn-down page labeled “Teleports.” He knew the spell by heart, but he thought it looked more impressive when he took out his book. He then chanted the sacred text: “Yo Saradomin, I need a lift! Main square Falador, eh?” (Of course, this was in an ancient and mystical language. Otherwise it would sound stupid. Duh.) After flying through the sky just under the speed of sound (so people don’t complain about all the sonic booms), Wizard2878 landed safely in the Falador central square. Since his last visit with Generico and Generica, protests had taken place to try to dim down the blinding light caused by all the white paint. The Faladorian Painting Society refused, but was obliged to hand out free sunglasses. Wizard2878 put a pair on, and set off a short walk east to the Falador House Agent’s office. As he entered the office, Wizard2878 took off his sunglasses. “Hello, Wizard2878 here to file a complaint?” he called. “Complaints? That’s all we get these days…” a gruff voice muttered. “Come in, wad’ya want?” Wizard2878 came in and sat on a chair. The House Agent seemed identical to all the others he had visited before: top hat, business suit, and that almost royal Construction Skillcape. “Uh, two days ago, at around 5:00 P.M, I saw from my house a gigantic ant, that was, oh, a million times bigger than my plot of land?” “So?” the agent said bluntly. “So… I’m worried it might kill me or destroy my house?” Wizard2878 said, a bit surprised by the agent’s reaction.
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