Runescape

I Don't Think I'm In the Real World Anymore...

The Beginning of A New Life

Disclaimer: I definitely do NOT own Runescape, but I play it very often. The username I use as
the main character's IS my true screen name. The names I use for my friends have been changed, all text in private-chat is underlined, and all thoughts are italicized.

What the hell just happened? Am I really...IN Runescape?

I looked at the new world around me. Players wandering the streets of the great city of Varrock. I found myself wearing a mithril 2-handed sword on my back, and full suit of mithril armor. I looked down toward my feet and saw the spiked fighting boots that I received from the Cradle of Life at the bottom of the Stronghold of Security.

"Full iron armor for sale!" one player screamed.

"Buying black scimitar!" yelled another.

"Hey, buddy, wanna buy a full black wizard's costume complete with a free staff?"

I turned to the source of the voice, to find a level-76 player talking directly to me.

"Depends...How much would it cost me?" I asked him.

"For the whole set...I'd say 2K."

"Are you joking? 2,000 gold for something I can buy at the clothing store right over there for
10gp, and a hat I can kill a dark wizard for? Jeez..."

"Did I mention the free..."

"Staff. I know."

"You gonna buy it or not?"

"--'...What are you, some kind of idiot?"

"Hey!"

At this point, I thought he started sounding kind of pissed.

"I'm just sayin'..."

"You wanna take this to the Wild?"

"Why? To lose all my stuff to you?"

I started to walk away, when I heard him say...

"Wimp!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. No one calls me a wimp without suffering the consequences, which either means a broken arm or a few broken ribs.

"What did you just call me?"

"What are you? Deaf? I called you a WIMP!"

"Bring it, fucker."

That whole part of town got as quiet as the grave...My pre-buried grave.

"Fine. Follow me, weakling...Hope you like losing all of your stuff to a higher level."

"I don't really give a damn. I can just go out and buy this stuff again."

We were walking past the East Varrock Bank when I looked back. Every other player that was in Varrock Square followed us, hoping to get something from my dead corpse. Money, armor, weapons, it didn't matter to them.

We got out to the Wild, this guy was trying to attack me in a Level 1 area.

"We need to be in a Level 10 area, moron."

"I knew that...I was just...Uhhhh...Testing ya."

"Right..."

We got to a good spot, with a growing crowd, from level 5 to 45. Other players were yelling at me...

"You idiot!"

"Moron!"

We squared off in the center of the audience.

"Let's get this started, wimp!"

I unsheathed my mithril 2-hand, and we ran at each other, blades flying...