Authors Note: So Hi Guys! Hahah been a while since i wrote anything what with Exams around the corner and 'Revision' to be doing... RunescapeRevision...
Anyway, i'd like to dedicate this book to my amazing Runescape Clan, The Loyal Elite, whom have been very welcoming and accepting of my noobyness upon my return to the game and being recruited into their clan. I'd also like to thanks everyone else on my friends list whom are not in my clan, or who at one point were, because yeah, its lovely talking to most of you randomly and not remember where the heck i added you from.. haha.
So Warnings: Theres probably going to be Violence, maybe like graphic stuff, but i dont know...havent planned this, just writing what comes to my head right now, probably going to be.. um.. what else do people warn about? Um.. maybe like language, but i dont know, i'll try to cut down on the language, and then.. maybe like i dont know.. just.. be catious i suppose, and without furthur ado, chapter one.
It was Two Days, the wait, The Countdown, the joke, the prank to rival all pranks, and yet, it wasnt, It was Real.
ONE
It was a rather mundane and normal day, for most of Earth, the same routines and the same daily lifestyles, wake, work, eat, sleep. Or for the younger generations, school. Either way, the world continued, after two days of The Countdown. The Countdown was the name given to the timer which had appeared on every electronical device, radio, digital clock, anything, across the world, it couldnt be removed, so at first there had been panic, as to what it was for, but then, as always, the world leaders have covered it up with some scandal hack that they was working on, or something like that.
So for most they simply made changes to the work places, working on paper rather then the old office styled computers from about the 1900's... And in schools the Children simply did the best that they could without their 'Precious' Internet and Wi-fi. The clocks had long since passed the last 24 hours, and by 6pm in the afternoon it hit zero.
... (Changing to Point of View of main character)...
The clocks hit zero while i was on my way home, i didnt really pay any attention to it, all i knew was that it was causing mass xp waste for my Runescape Levels, and a very hard time thinking on the bus: over its radio blurting out every second of the countdown. I assumed it was some joke, after all it was nearing April Fools, and people pulled pranks early for more effect in my area... or maybe they were just weird people... i never really payed attention to them anyway..
But what i didnt expect was that when the clocks hit Zero i'd wake up in a rather large field, surrounded by people, all looking as confused as me. Everyone seemed to look between 10-40 which was rather odd, and worried me slightly, about the well-being of my younger Brother. The voice that broke throught the confused mutters was a familier one, but one i couldnt put to a face. Instead i stood, silently, looking around.
It seemed familier.
Too Familier.
It was a rather simply field, a few cows scattered about and a wheat field just North, it didnt look odd, since there was many-a-places like this out in the countryside near my village. The voice demanded silence. It was given it.
"Now, you may all be wondering where you are, why and how you are here. I can answer those, this is Gielinor, made up of 45 realms and made of 17 main locations, You, humans, ages between 11 to 40 have been brought here because of your lack of respect to your world, and to your young, as well as your world problems, and so we have made a solution. You have been placed here, survive into the last 100 and you shall return to your world where your kind will be being taught how to care for their world and how to live properly."
Someone rather foolishly yelled what would happen to the rest of us.
"Death. There is an advantage though, for some of you lucky fellows. This land is a carbon copy of a Game you Humans Play, know as Runescape. Those of you whom play this will recieve a exact copy of your bank, gold and your stats will be applied to you, meaning good Agility levels mean faster running and climbing. Good Magic Levels will permit you abilities up to your level, without the usage of runes. You have a counter of competetors and a survival ahead of you. You will all be taken to indivudual banks, of your own self to gear up. New people whom have never played will recieve standard Bronze armour, robes or leather depending on what you chose, as well as other helpful items. Choose well, and what is it you say?- May the Odds be Ever in your Favour.."
It was silent for a second before people began being poofed to their banks. When i arrived at mine, i was in a small rooms with simply a chest. I hadnt been playing for long after a rather large break so i was still working on levels, but i did have a rather nice Gp stack built up to use.
I grabbed my Bandos Armour which filled two slots of my feather light backpack. I only had the chest and legs, or rather Bcp and Tassys as you'd call them, so i also grabbed a slightly degrading Torag Helm, my Diviners Gloves, Climbing Boots, ghost speak ammy, and also a games necklace, the teleports could come in handy, especially since it had 8 left on it, i also grabbed my ring of wealth, a spare bow, a huge amount of arrows, a few bull ant and compost monster familier pouches, 10 sharks and two lumbridge tablet teleports, i didnt apply any of my armour yet, leaving one spare spot in my inventory, which i quickly filled with my white and blue clan cloak. Hopefully they would be here somewhere. I thought it wise to not act rich and full of good loot, so i quickly put on some basic steel armour and an Iron 2 handed sword from my bank which i could drop later when i could safely change. Then i waited for the 5 minute banking session to end. This time i arrived in the centre of Edgeville, Handy. People around my vaired, from older guys buffed in Gano, Skillcapes, Torva and Virtus, there was also younger children in light leather armour, or flouncy wizarding robes which they had only picked for its appearance rather then purpose.
Of course it was harsh on the younger children whom would all but die, but i wanted to focus on myself, none of my faily fit into the age range, the only people i would know here would be my neighbour, friends and clan members, all i doubted i would stumble up, but other then that i didnt care for the people around me. I wanted myself safe, then it would be find to use the odd device i had been transplanted into my arm at the bank. The device was to give me the ability to communicate with my clan as well as invite others into it, which would give them a transplant-free device to the clan.
I made sure to keep this hidden under my sleave, pretending i was new would be a best shot at slipping away unseen.
Nobody was moving, no-one dare set anything off. We stood, blinking, silent, and then one child ruined it, running for the nearby fence.
Then everything kicked off.
Arrows went flying, spells cast, swords clashed, I only thought to run over to the fence of the cow field and from Lumbridge which i knew would be busy.
I took the track along the eastern trail to Varrock, looking up the counter was dropping, showing a death percentage of 3% already, out of (Guessing.) 4 Billion people. I knew no where would be quiet, or rather, no where major, i had a map attatched to me rucksack which i quickly gazed to, remembering where would be quieter.
'Catherby is quiet, just fish, seagulls and boring things there' i thought to myself, 'But then.. i could try Piscatoris Fishing Colony, Theres a bank, fishing spot, and a stove, so i can cook, eat and probably find somewhere to sleep too.'
I didnt really notice the large group walking my way until i heard them, they had yet to spot my, so i quickly climbed a heavly leaved oak beside the path. The looked to be a clan, matching orange and black cloaks, drapped in the finest of armours and weilding bloodstained weaponary. Most appeared to me Melee, and so it wasnt wise to attempt attacking. Instead i checked my arm to see if anyone had used or gotten the transplanted clan communicator.
At first it didnt light up, which caused fear to spike, if i couldnt find anyone i knew, chances were slim.
The clan passed unaware, it was odd i hadnt seen anyone else yet, the deaths were now 5% so i assumed everyone, like me was hiding and looking for safe spots.
The screen then light up, a small Message, one that made me smile, even though we were all now living life facing death, and this time there was no respawns. The message was a simple and causual 'Hello Guys :P' which seemed so normal to say everyone was fighting for their lives. I couldnt read who had sent the message so i quickly hit some of the buttons, clearing up the screen and displaying the name before the text in bright Yellow, Demon Spy XI.
I quickly Responded, fearing it may be the last chance i got as the sound of footsteps began approaching once more.
'Demon :P! So Casual for a death zone..nightmare..thingy..'
The footsteps grew, i looked over my shoulder, but saw no-one down on the ground. Daring not to leave my tree, i waited for a response.
'Are we all meetingin up to like.. not die?' Demon questioned, no-one replied for a minute, except me.
'Sure.' Came the response of another of the clanmates, Elite Komt. And then one for God Pernix, and War Omen, i grinned at the fact they too were alive, as a hand grabbed me and pulled me from the tree.
"Shuush!" The voice hissed, i of course didnt recognize it, but turning around seemed to make him seem more familier. The Clan Cape on his back was strinkingly White and Blue.. the same as my own.
"Soul?" I questioned, and of course the figure, Souless911, replied with a nod, before breaking into a small laugh.
"I'd have though you'd be-
"Nope. Dont finish that sentence, i wouldnt be at a Divination Spot at a time like this."
"Bu-
"My 99 can wait" I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"If you insist."
'where are we headin?-" I typed, and then a though came to me. The clan Citadel, only we could get in, it would be safe, coontained a bank, i have hundreds of lobsters banked as well as other pointless food, and no-one could enter unless they joined, i trusted everyone in my clan to not stab me in the back while i slept.
"Clan Citadel?" I asked Soul, who nodded, From Varrock the walk wouldnt be too long, compared to the Fishing Camp i had planned to treck to earlier, but still would perhaps have to wait until tomorrow and then be perhaps a two day trek to avoid busy towns and well know area's.
"We should find a safe spot."
"Nowheres Safe anymore."
"We can try."
"#Sure."
"Now... your doing the hashtags now?"
"Of course."
Both of us set off, rather cautiously, north, past the Varrock East entrance, and upwards to the building site and canafis, there would be somewhere to stay there without fear of many entering over the haunted look and less welcoming aura of the area. I checked the clan chat every few minutes, finding nothing but agreements of the Clan Citadel from very few people, which lead me to thinging the worse. There was a few more faces as it darkened and we reached an abandonded building to stay in for the night, people like Stan Komt, Qawaya, TacoScott and Manzeln, and of course the Clan's Leader, Aetheonus, had all announced their... 'Im-Alive-Still-Dont-Worry' thing, on the clan chat, but there was still many a absences, Like Slyther458, I Deal Dice, and Silence 123 which was rather worrying... But it would have to wait until the morning...
END OF CHAPTER
Note:
Yeah.. that failed... i made like all my clan members act.. not like themselves.. rather... out of character... just so it would work.. or whatever...
I made the travel time like days rather then minutes like in game, so then the story isnt like 5 minutes long, of just.. Yup.. In Varrock.. Oh Wait.. Not Falador.. And just walking everywhere in no time.. it would spoil this..
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