One perfectly fine morning in Runescape, Brillow was teleported from Tutorial Island into Lumbridge Square. With only a wooden shield and a bronze sword equipped, he looked around at his surroundings. Then Brillow set out of the square as more newbies were being teleported by the hundreds. He walked onto the busy street where everybody was talking with their friends. Brillow looked down the street and saw an assortment of shops. He looked down the other way and saw more shops. He looked across and saw a bridge leading across the river.

Brillow jumped and screamed. He whirled around and saw a rather disgusting looking boy. "Uh, hi," he wheezed. Brillow looked at him with a horrified expression on his face. "Wanna be my friend." He thought about the question for quite some time.

He didn't know what to think of him, but some how he blurted out yes. The hygienic- impaired boy's face was overcome with joy. Brillow wished he had never said yes but it was to late now. "My name is Stan. What's yours?" Stan said.

"Brillow," he replied. He started walking away, Stan started to follow.

"Where are we going," he questioned.

"Where ever you want to go," said Brillow.

"Then shouldn't I be leading?" asked Stan. He walked in front of Brillow and started walking. "So how long have you been here?"

"Three minutes." replied Brillow. "And you?"

"Two minutes," he said. "Hey, you were here one minute longer than I was."

"Hey, you're not as dumb as you look," mumbled Brillow. A goblin hopped out of a near by bush and attacked Stan. He screamed. Brillow jumped in and struck the goblin three times and it fell over dead. Brillow ransacked the remains and took three gold.

"Thank you very much. I could have been killed." Stan kept walking until he came a across a farm with a lot of chickens running rampant. "Oh, oh, I wanna play with the little chickens." Stan hopped the gate and started trying to catch chickens. Brillow opened the gate and entered, closing it behind him. He took out his sword and chopped off the head of the nearest chicken. Stan noticed and started crying. "Why did you have to kill the poor, innocent chicken?"

"'Cause I'm hungry," said Brillow, picking up the chicken carcass. He went to the fence and picked up some twigs and put them in a pile. Brillow took out his tinderbox and made a fire. He slowly cooked the chicken over the fire; Stan took wildflowers and threw them in mourning at the roasting chicken. Brillow ignored it, and started eating the chicken. Stan's sobs only became louder with each bite Brillow took. When he was finished with the chicken Stan ripped the bones out of his hands and buried them. Stan wiped the last tear from his face and Brillow made a mental note to himself to never kill or eat a chicken in front of Stan again. Brillow and Stan left the chickens and the farmer's yard, as the farmer came out to see what the all the commotion was about. But by the time he had a chance to come out Brillow and Stan were already making there way down the road.