Hello, hello, hello, what's happenin' readers? :D

Well, you've been waiting a while for it, and it's here finally. I'm obviously talking about the results of the competition! here they are:

3rd place: Ninjamouse1

2nd place: Onionmaster

Winner: Haseo the Terror of Death

Well done to the winners! Everyone was good, but these entries stood out and won. Haseo's entry (the silver wasp) will be featured as a character. I really enjoyed this competition, and I may hold a similar one in future.

Anywayz, to make up for the delay and everything, this chapter is extra long. read the bottom for some more author notes. please enjoy!

Chapter 73: ScapeRune

The next few weeks were mainly focused on gathering supplies for my new house. I wasn't interested in building the house quite yet; I wanted to gather the necessary supplies first.

I spent a lot of time in the dwarf mines, mining tin, copper, iron, and coal (for bronze, iron and steel bars). My mining level had risen high enough for me to mine coal, and my smithing level had risen high enough for me to smelt steel. I used some of these bars for making nails, and I kept the rest for use on their own.

I moved into my house straight after buying it. I thanked Capablanca for his hospitality, gathered my clothes, and left. I made myself a basic bed, a crude wardrobe, and a temporary oven so I could live in my house. I also made a little pet box for Eek to live in. All of the supplies necessary to build the furniture were from the crates that came with the house. My bed was nowhere near as comfortable as some of the beds I slept in previously, but it was comfortable enough.

I got my planks from Doric. I'd fetch him a bag full of logs and silver ore, and, in exchange for the ore, he'd turn all of my logs into planks. The planks were coarse, but they were good enough for me. Doric told me when I reached a specific level in construction, I could make my own planks, but they wouldn't be very good at first. Planks were professionally made in sawmills, but the closest sawmill was in Varrock, sadly.

I'd also discovered how to make bricks. There were two types of bricks that could be made. You could make building bricks (which were designed for building houses) and limestone bricks (which were used more for decorative purposes).

Building bricks made in RuneScape required limestone rocks, clay, iron, water, and a chisel. You needed to gather the ingredients. I never noticed before, but furnaces supplied brick moulds. You filled a mould with a mixture of the ingredients, and left it in the furnace for ten minutes at the least. When you pulled it out, the limestone should have melded with the iron and the clay. The water would need to be spilled on the brick to help cool it down. Once it's cool, it would need to be taken from the mould with gloves (I wore my safety gloves) and chiselled to smooth the rough edges. The brick would be ready.

A decorative limestone brick would be a plain lump of limestone chiselled into brick form and polished. It could then be used for building fireplaces, statues, and etcetera. I'd learnt all of this from the useful book that came in the beginner's pack. In the chaos dwarf cave in the dwarf mines, a massive stash of limestone rocks hid behind the statue. It was very useful in my construction supply gathering.

I wasn't the only one busy recently. Capablanca was very busy with his job as a white knight, as usual. Osrie1 had bought his own house recently, taking inspiration from me, but he was too lazy to gather supplies. Instead he used his spare time doing odd chores for Sir Amik Varze. Dream Decay did a big mixture of things, half of which I didn't even know. He helped me in my supply-gathering mainly. As for Aaron, he was nowhere in sight most of the time.

Amy11 was doing a lot of cooking of late, so there was always a hot meal ready in Capablanca's house when we all came home from different chores. Her cooking was delicious, and even though I didn't live there any more, I still had dinner there.

The busiest out of us, however, was Sir Amik Varze. He would naturally be busy, being the leader of the white knights, but recently he'd been abnormally busy. This was due to the crime rate increasing, trying to keep the goblins of goblin village in check, and trying to run a city. The criminals on the loose didn't help much either. The Falador mystery murderer had claimed another two lives since the day I'd bought my house.

The goblins were getting increasingly restless, constantly trying to attack the nearby village of Taverley. At one point, the crowds of angry goblins got so much I had to use a charge from my shell of peace (one of the rewards from the Stronghold of Security) to calm them. I'd used it before then, so there was only one charge left. I planned to use it wisely.

One day, I was walking through the bustling city of Falador. I'd just dropped off an inventory full of iron bars and bricks at my house, and I was on my way to the nearby forest with Dream to get some logs to be turned into planks. My bag was already half-filled with silver to pay Doric with.

Dream had become a good friend of mine. He was very kind and helpful, and knew a lot about practically everything, from fighting to fishing, construction to woodcutting. I'd offered to pay him for his help gathering supplies, but he declined the money, saying that it was a way to pass his time and help him train skills. Osrie1 and Amy11 helped out occasionally too.

We walked into the glorious Falador square. I stared proudly up at the statue (the head had been replaced after my encounter with James, the MCM, and my clone). It represented everything that made people proud to live in Falador. The sky was cloudy, but it wasn't stormy, thankfully.

On our way past the statue, we bumped into Amy11.

"Hello," she greeted cheerfully.

"Hi," I replied happily. "Where were you headed?"

"I was headed to the castle to…" she began, but she was interrupted by a javelin flying right over her shoulder and impaling the floor. I picked it up curiously. The javelin was silver and blue, with a sinister-looking liquid dripping from the end.

"I'll take that back, thank you very much," a female voice hissed. Someone yanked the javelin from my grip violently. I spun around to face this person.

A most beautiful female stood there, grinning at me. It didn't seem very sweet though; there was a manic undertone to the grin. Her skin was pale, and I felt the gaze of her silvery-blue eyes focusing on me. Her lips were covered with a shiny silver lipstick. She wore matching silver leather clothes. The most surprising thing about her, however, was the massive insect wings that protruded from her back.

"How on earth did you get those wings?" I gasped. She frowned at me.

"For your information, an old mage gave them to me," she snapped. "But that is none of your concern. I've been sent here by the Black Fly to assassinate you. I am the Silver Wasp."

Before I could say anything else, she flung her javelin towards me. I yelped, and ducked. She sniggered. With a flick of her wrist, the javelin hovered slowly and flew back into her hand. She twisted it around, and wielded it like a sword. Yelling out what sounded like a battle-cry, she ran towards me. I unsheathed Silverlight urgently and hit her with it. The clank of our weapons resounded around the square. Dream sent a fire blast soaring towards her. With a wave of her hand she swept it away. She continued assaulting me brutally, searching for holes in my defence. I screeched in pain as she sent her javelin flying into my shoulder violently. I pulled the javelin out before the poison could have any effect on me.

We continued fighting for a while. I could see Irish (the owner of the steel store) running towards us from his shop. His steel armour rattled noisily. He saw the Silver Wasp trying to impale me.

"What's going on here?" he demanded.

"I'm being attacked!" I shouted. He pulled out a long steel blade, and went into a fighting stance. Suddenly, smoke filled the area. I heard a hiss, and I was dragged upwards into the thick black gas.

I flew through the smoke for a minute, screaming to be put down. Sooner or later, I landed on a filthy tiled floor with a thump. I stood up, and dusted myself off, spitting grime and blood from my mouth. I looked at my surroundings.

I was in a room that looked eerily like the Falador party room, except there was no top floor (it was all one room). The tiles were the same pattern, except they were filthy and covered with dry crusty blood. There was a dilapidated, cobwebbed fireplace on the far end, but there was no lever, table, chairs, balloons, or chest. There were no doors. There were two tiny barred windows high up on the wall.

Amy11, Irish, and Dream Decay stood nearby, examining the disgusting room. The Silver Wasp was glaring at me.

"I didn't mean to take you here," a voice purred. "You can go back." With a puff of smoke, the Silver Wasp was gone. I was partially relieved to see the back of her, but I still felt apprehensive. Where was I? I looked around, searching for the person that spoke, but I didn't see anyone. "I'm down here, stupid," the same voice hissed. I looked down, and was extremely startled at our kidnapper.

It was a cat, of all things. The cat had pitch-black fur, and red eyes. The fur around one of the eyes was a grubby grey. The cat wore a strange amulet.

"You must be so confused," the talking cat wheezed. "I am Evil Bob." I remembered the name a jolt from something the Lumbridge guide told me ages ago.

"This is a random event, isn't it?" I asked. Evil Bob cackled.

"In normal circumstances, it would be," the cat rasped. "You'd go through a relatively easy puzzle involving a portal and a key. But, the laws of darkness have changed recently. There's been a massive transformation in the atmosphere. We animals can sense it. Something is commanding me to trap you here for eternity and let you rot, and, being an evil cat, I must listen. I'm not the only random event that's changing. Strange plants are losing their wills, Dr Jekyll has transformed into Mr Hyde permanently, and even the evil chicken is disobeying the rules of random events."

"I don't understand. Could you elaborate? What have we done to deserve this?" Irish bellowed. Evil Bob tipped his head to one side innocently.

"You haven't done anything," Evil Bob admitted. "But I'm an overpowered evil cat. When a suspicious voice in the sky tells me to take you (an innocent bunch of kids) here, am I to oblige? Well, of course. I may forget about you and you'll probably rot here. However, I may leave you here for an hour and teleport a bear or an angry troll here to deal with you. That's how I got rid of good old Pete." He gestured towards a dusty corner with his head, where a bloodstained skeleton lay. "Do you have any questions?"

I opened my mouth to ask the talking cat many questions, including 'how the hell can a cat like you talk?', 'where specifically are we?', and even 'is there any chance of going back?' Instead, no sound came from my mouth.

"I presume that's it," Evil Bob sneered. "I'll be seeing you. Or not." At that, he disappeared in a massive cloud of smoke.

I swore loudly, and kicked the wall in frustration. That only caused me to be more frustrated. How could an innocent, stupid little cat be so frustratingly evil? What sick, twisted place would house a monstrosity like him? "Where the hell are we?" I screamed raucously.

"I think I can answer that, friend," another person replied from the shadows in a corner. My eyes widened as Ilookgood99 stepped from the shadows. What was he doing here? I was about to bombard him with questions, but he put his hand up.

"I'd like to answer all your questions now," he said. "But now is neither the time nor the place. There are a few questions I can answer though. You asked where we are." I nodded eagerly. "We are in ScapeRune, a completely opposite dimension to RuneScape. For every dimension that exists, there must be an opposing dimension to keep the balance. This is used as a setting for random events, but when bad things started happening, all random events changed. Everything that is in RuneScape has an opposite here. Look around you. Doesn't everything look eerily like the Falador party room? Well, it's a prison room in this dimension."

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I'm not here out of my own will," he answered. "I was teleported here by Evil Bob. His reason was 'the evil voice in the sky told me to.'"

"Why don't you use your teleporting ability to go back to RuneScape?" I queried suspiciously. Ilookgood99 sighed.

"Evil Bob may be a cat, but he is a very intelligent cat," Ilookgood99 replied sombrely. "He has the means of blocking any teleport in or out of this dimension, minus his own teleportation." I groaned.

"Is it possible for us to escape from this blasted room?" Irish shouted, punching the wall. A sprinkling of dust fell from the ceiling.

"Yes, and if you don't calm down we'll never be able to escape," Ilookgood99 told him bluntly. "We'll have to weaken the wall so we can knock it down. Evil Bob will have a portal back to RuneScape wherever he is, so we'll need to find him. I know my dimensions pretty well, so I think I know where Evil Bob might be. It'll take a while, but we'll have to if we're to ever escape."

We were ordered to fire water spells at a particular part of the wall in front of us, and we obliged. The wall was thrashed repeatedly by the volley of water spells. I could see it weakening under the pressure of the water.

Ilookgood99 stepped forward. He closed his eyes, and put his hand in front of him. He shouted a series of unfamiliar spells to thin air, and a gigantic jet of water came from his palm. He opened his eyes, and they were a fiery blue. The jet seemed to intensify in pressure. The wall let off a cracking noise, and collapsed entirely, sending a cloud of dust off. I coughed, and waved the dust away. When the dust cleared, a portion of the wall had collapsed, revealing an opening large enough for us to squeeze through. My mouth fell open.

"That is called the spell of elemental control," Ilookgood99 informed us. "It drains you of magical energy temporarily, but it gives you a limited control over the elements. It is truly amazing, and only those who are very experienced can use it." Ilookgood99 made a gesture, and we followed him. We stepped over the pile of damp rubble and into ScapeRune.

The opposite dimension of RuneScape was disgusting. Instead of shiny marble bricks, everything was made from filthy dark bricks. The sky was a muddy brown mixed with black, and thunderclouds constantly swirled around ominously. The air was filthy and polluted. We passed what were the gardens of Falador in RuneScape, and instead a massive pile of mud stood.

I retched. This place was disgusting; it was the total opposite of Falador. Everything was dirty and black, and all happiness had been sapped from the air. Why had Saradomin allowed this place to exist? It was a monstrosity to everything Falador stood for. I was disgusted. Ilookgood99 gave me a sympathetic pat on the back.

I gave Ilookgood99 a quick glare while his back was turned. He pranced around in his priest robes, with his cleanly shaven head and merry twinkling eyes, acting all powerful and secretive. It made me slightly sick how he kept everything to himself. He was mentally torturing me with riddles and hints that made no sense whatsoever. Yet, at the same time, I felt respect for him. He was always willing to save my life, and he seemed to care for me strongly. I only wish he'd spit out what he's been trying to tell me.

We arrived at the place where the white knight castle was meant to be, only to find it gone. Instead, an absolutely massive tower stood, casting a very long shadow. It was made from grimy concrete bricks, and let off an eerie aura. There was a moat, but the water was mucky and smelt horrific.

"That must be where Evil Bob is," Ilookgood99 noted. "Wherever Evil Bob is, a way back to RuneScape follows." I didn't know how he knew that, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt as I followed him onto the bridge that led to the tower. A wooden door was the entrance to the tower. We stepped inside cautiously.

The first thing we were faced with was a massive green creature. It was a blob of green slime, constantly pulsating with odd limbs growing and disappearing from it.

"What is that?" Amy11 gasped quietly, turning green.

"It looks disgusting," Irish commented as if he was commenting on the weather. Dream looked lost for words.

"It's a creation of Evil Bob," Ilookgood99 muttered darkly. "Whenever it approaches you, it senses your phobia, and transforms into what you're scared of."

"How do you defeat it?" I questioned.

"I don't know," Ilookgood99 sighed, looking disappointed. "We'll just have to try and fight it."

The green blob approached Dream Decay, who gritted his fists confidently. The green blob froze for a second, before shaping into a human-like figure. The green tentacles of slime disappeared into the body or transformed into limbs while a head sprouted from the top. After the shaping process was finished, a zombie stood there. It had pale skin, greasy lank hair, and a rotting look to it. It was skinny. It moaned eerily and I shuddered as I smelt its putrid breath. It seemed very realistic, and I could see Dream's eyes widen. Dream backed off, unwilling to fight.

Maybe Dream was scared of zombies, but I wasn't (to an extent). I charged forward, and I swung Pestilence's mace towards the zombie-lookalike. It was hit, and it stumbled back, groaning. It suddenly began transforming again. As two horns spurted from the creature's head and a long tail with a spike on the end grew from its rear end, I realised it was turning into a demon, which was my worst fear after the events of the Varrock wars. While it was transforming, I ran, gesturing for the others to follow me. We ran past the transforming green lump, and we shut the door behind us.

Darkness seemed to fill the surrounding space, and odd noises could be heard echoing from seemingly nowhere. A damp, dusty smell hit our nostrils. I couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, the area was illuminated. I looked around to see Ilookgood99 holding a ball of pure light. He must have cast some sort of prayer or spell. I looked up, and the light from Ilookgood99's orb showed dark spiral stairs twisting all the way to the top of the tower. We were standing in a clear space.

"Should we climb up them?" Amy11 asked apprehensively. Her voice was a bit strained.

"If we're ever to get back to RuneScape, we'll have to," Ilookgood99 said, sounding a little worried. Something started hammering on the door behind us, and we ran up the stairs.

Before we'd even reached halfway up the long spiral stairs, we were out of breath. I could hear something following us far below. We'd passed many doors so far, and whatever was going on behind them was beyond me. Passing one, a loud screeching noise could be heard. Passing another one we could smell a rotten stench.

Sooner or later, we arrived at the top. The green shape-shifting creature was still far below. We were in another open space. In front of us, there was a final door. After hesitating for a final second, Ilookgood99 stepped forward, grasped the doorknob, and opened the door.

The room inside was a large room. In front of us, there was a golden throne with a red velvet pillow on it. Sitting on it was none other then evil Bob. There were two green shape-shifting creatures standing/sitting by the throne. Nearby, a black portal with a cracked stone frame stood. Evil Bob hissed at us.

"You escaped!" he spat. He turned to Ilookgood99. "You helped them! I thought you would. The voice in the sky told me to be wary of you. Well, you've gotten this far by luck. Luck won't be kind to you any more if I have my way!"

"I assume that portal leads back to RuneScape. Am I right?" Ilookgood99 interrogated.

"Correct," Evil Bob confirmed. "However, if you believe you'll be using it today, you are sadly mistaken." He let off some sort of whistling noise, and the two green shape-shifting creatures approached us. Evil Bob guffawed loudly. "Do you like the way I designed these creatures?" he taunted. Ilookgood99 looked like he was seething. "I gave fear a solid form. Literally, these green blobs are blobs of fear, since they can transform into what you are scared of. If you are truly scared of what the creature turns into, then you'll be unable to attack it. It's a natural instinct of fight-or-flight but with flight winning the battle. Anyway, I've had enough bragging. Get him!"

The two blobs of fear approached Ilookgood99. Ilookgood99 didn't move a muscle; as a matter of fact, he was smiling. Evil Bob looked bewildered. The creatures began transforming, and I watched curiously. Normally, I'd try and help Ilookgood99, but he looked like he had things under perfect control. He had a very serene look on his face.

All of a sudden, there was a massive screeching sound, and red light exploded from the blobs of fear. The red light was so blindingly bright I was forced to screw my eyes shut. Even with my eyes shut, I could still feel the sheer power of the red light. The screeching sound increased in pitch and I had to cover my ears too. Sooner or later, I heard an explosion, and the red light disappeared. I opened my eyes, and, instead of two blobs of fear, I saw two piles of ash.

My eyes widened in shock. What had happened to the two blob creatures? I turned to Ilookgood99, a questioning look on my face. His face was split in a wide grin, while Evil Bob's mouth had fallen open.

"How is that possible?" Evil Bob choked. "Your fear must be so powerful that not even my creatures can match its majesty without vaporising. How can you know of such a thing? Who are you?"

"I am only going to say this once," Ilookgood99 whispered. "I have seen many terrible things, and you'd be surprised what I know about. I have powers that nobody knows about, and should never know about." He turned around, giving me a look. "I am Ilookgood99, and I want to leave ScapeRune NOW. You WILL leave us go, or else." Ilookgood99 cracked his knuckles threateningly.

Evil Bob squealed, and jumped from his throne. He turned around and narrowed his eyes at us.

"I will get you four alone," he warned, referring to Irish, Dream, Amy11 and I. "When you're alone, I will return from the shadows. I will strike again. This is not the last you'll see of me." With a puff of smoke, Evil Bob was gone. I turned to the portal. Ilookgood99 smiled at us kindly, and made a gesture that told us to enter the portal.

"Thank you," I said to Ilookgood99. "Thank you very much for saving us. If it weren't for you, we'd still be in the prison, looking for a way out, or even fighting a bear that Evil Bob sent us. If it weren't for you, we'd be destined to die here, killed by an overgrown cat with magical powers. You've saved us many times, and we all owe you our lives. You're still very mysterious, and you refuse to answer my questions, but I understand now that you can't. I'll probably never understand you fully."

"I can't personally answer your questions. I wish I could, but I can't," Ilookgood99 smiled. "But try and figure it out yourself. Pick up the hints. Gather all of the information you can gather, because if you can figure one particular thing out, I will be able to tell you the rest."

I was about to reply, but Irish tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, only to see a terrified expression on his face.

"I don't mean to alarm you," he stuttered. "But there's something on your back!"

The very familiar sensation hit me like a gust of wind. The weight on my back was more conspicuous. The hissing and clicking was louder and more prominent, and I could feel the movement of the strange object. All of a sudden, it stopped.

Ilookgood99 gave me a frown. All of a sudden, his eyes misted over. "It's happened again," he whispered. "This time, it was clearer then ever. I think something's going to happen soon. Watch out, Mainiac97. A very bad thing is going to happen to you, sooner then you think. I can't tell what it is. There is a traitor among you, a traitor which will cause this disaster. A storm is coming, Mainiac97, and you aren't fully prepared for it. But I do see a dazzling end, a light in the midst of the darkness."

I was feeling very disturbed at Ilookgodd99's prophecy. I didn't want to know any more about this disaster, so I turned around and ran head-first into the portal behind me. Irish, Amy11 and Dream hesitantly followed me. I felt myself being teleported away.

We re-appeared in Falador square. We'd spent two hours in ScapeRune, at the very least, and it was now late afternoon. It was still very cloudy. Irish patted me on the back, and returned to his shop, while Dream teleported to his girlfriend's house. Amy11 walked off, pecking me on the cheek as she passed me, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I decided to mine one more bagful of ore before calling it a day. As I walked, I thought about Ilookgood99. He was a walking, talking riddle. I was still trying to decode what he said. The return of the mysterious object on my back frightened me too. It never meant anything good. Every time I saw it, something bad had happened afterwards. It was scary. How did Ilookgood99 know so much about ScapeRune and Evil Bob? Why did he know so much about me and my past? Why couldn't he answer my questions? What was he scared of that was so terrible?

I wasn't very happy I'd made a new enemy either. It still felt weird having an evil cat as an enemy. Everything evil I meet seemed to want to kill me. At the moment, I had a noob-hating clan, a gang on motorbikes, a crowd of vampires, an evil mastermind and his cronies, a bloodthirsty leprechaun, a powerful cat, and much more after me.

It seemed people that named themselves after insects seemed to hate me too. First I faced the Black Fly, then the Brown Beetle, then the Pink Butterfly, and now the Silver Wasp. Who were they? I wished my life wasn't full of so many difficult questions.

Sighing, I looked up to see I'd arrived at the mines. As I entered, sniffing the familiar smell of rust and dirt, I wondered when this predicted storm would arrive. I had a gut feeling it was going to arrive soon.

I hope you liked that, and I hope everyone is pleased with the results of the competition! So many questions; what is this disaster that Ilookgood99 speaks of? When will it happen? is Ilookgood99 even trustworthy? Keep on reading to find out!

A little question for all of my readers; If you encountered one of these creatures, what would it turn into? Tell me in a review! Also, I don't take credit for the original idea of Evil Bob's fear creatures. they were insprised by the Boggarts from harry potter.

I've had a few people ask me about Dungeoneering and whether I would use it in my story. Rest assured, I have big plans with Dungeoneering and Daemonheim, so look foward to them.

This is it, I'm finally announcing it. The 'To Falador and beyond!' arc is finished, and the LAST arc in 'the adventure through runescape' is beginning. This arc is entitled 'the final fight', and it is what it is; the final fight. It will be 10-20 chapters long, and will end the story with a bang. Don't worry, I will write a sequel after this story is done. This is just a heads-up, you've got a while before you have to worry about it. More info on the sequel and stuff will be coming.

Next chapter: The Falador murderer is finally unveiled!

Sorry for the long ANs. Until next time, toodles!