A/N New story! The last one, about LOTR, weell. it wasn't going as well as I had planned, so without further ado, my new story!! Another A/N Runescape is an online medieval-type-rpg-ish game. I'll explain more as I go on, but for now, enjoy!

Armour sucks. Not that it's not cool, or protective, or flashy, but it sucks. When I say 'sucks' it means that my skin keeps on getting sucked on to it. Anywho, I'm Allie. I'm not that normal, really, but you could say that I'm an ordinary 14 year-old girl, doing what ordinary 14 year-olds do, as warriors in MEDIVAL TIMES. But hey. Life ain't that bad. I just go around every day, killing crazy monsters and get paid sweet buck to do so. But that's not the point.

Wait a minute. What the fark was that? Pardon me. *Picks up farking huge raven on the tip of sword.* What the hell was that? *Throws raven to the side.* I scanned the sky, hand about my eyebrows, squinting through the sunlight.
While I'm searching for the farking huge dragon who just burnt that bird to a crisp, let me describe myself. I'm tall, brunette, with blue eyes. I have on a pair of grey wollen leggings and a white turtleneck underneath a layer of black steel chainmail, underneath an outer layer of black plate mail. And it's 90 degrees Farenheit! I also have a black longsword. That's about it, besides a bit of gold in my pocket.

The village folk around here call me Natalaysya, which is dragonslayer in their native tounge. That's pretty much my job, as well as vampireslayer, goblinslayer, demonslayer, and giant ratslayer. So you can safley say that I'm farking busy most of the time.

Bingo. A cliff nearby is smoking profusely, which is a preety good indication of a dragon.
Or a farking idiot.

Turns out, it was a farking idiot and his fire slinger.

Soon, he was a flying farking idiot with a broken leg and a broken fire slinger.

Now let me describe exaclty where I am. I'm on the main land, about thirty miles south of the main city in this particular kingdom, in the country of RuneScape. Don't know what baboon came up with that name (sorry Andrew. You know who you are), but it suits it, sort of. With all the farking runes lying around, you'd think so. Can't exactly tell you where that is in this world, but I can tell you that it's farking huge. It's gotta have 20 kingdoms, about that many separate Islands, and a million different beasts. And I know about every single one of them. Including Araine. She's my dog.

"That's all I am? Just a dog?"

Sorry Araine. Okay, she's a farking annoying dog. Whoa Araine. Just kidding. She's a sorceror's dog, and a farking good one at that. Araine can be helpful, at times, but she's generally a good friend. And God sent, I am forced to believe at times.

Anywho, that's all for now. And wait a minute again.. HOLY $#!%. Oops. Sorry. Buh bye!

A/N: Andrew created RuneScape. Sorry 'bout that!