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Lord Dio (!TEsgJa29Mt)
reposting because i'm randy
selling garbage part one
taking mainly offers for these items
except for 3a and moonclan :^)
selling garbage part two
sara pages 50k ea
guthix pages 100k ea
zammy pages 150k ea
pm lokkdart if interested
>/vsg/ - /v/scape general
>not mango edition
Here are all of the stuff im willing to offer for an archers ring. I dont have any money on me because randy meme'd for those 3a range legs :v(
>he actually kept full torag's, karil's, and ahrim's
>he has an autismo tab with the frem dag hide armor but doesn't have the hats, gloves, or boots
kekkin @ u m80
Embargo Wtf so he doesn't get his archer ring
Kill Randy because who wouldn't
Fuck Latent because he's great in bed
Marry Boss Nigger because top husbando
>wearing obby cape
Not at the time of the picture. Also that shitter let raltz on his account to get it for him. Hes just an attention whoring failure in general. Even fresh is more competant than him.
I'm not going to argue over who's the harder memebrother (it's me) but face it using barrows on shit monsters like blue drags is pointless and wasteful. If you have more than 50 defense you won't get hit in dragon or even rune.
>diahrrea-colored with random teeth jutting out
It's only /fa/ in the sense that it's meta anti-/fa/ to the core. But I think to be meta you have to have a sense of what's going on in the first place, and you seem to be literally serious about this here so basically you're bad
and burning money
noice I triggered three fags with the reply of one
Only if it gives me ground to dump my vast folders
NipExchange // January 12-26 rates
Gold Ore, Silver Ore 1:1
Coal, Iron Ore 2:1
Pure Essence 4:1
All logs run 2:1
All fish run 4:1
Cooked fish run 5:1
Rune plate or legs 1:300
(Other rates will be decided in next cycle)
Current exchange rate to GP
Current exchange rate to Tokkul
N/A (Will be determined later)
>Rune plate or legs 1:300
>1 hammer for 300 rune plates
>1 hammer for 100 feathers
>300 hammers for 1 rune plate
>100 hammers for 1 feathers
>had been keeping up with holiday events even tho /v/scape has replaced realscape
>just remembered that realscape had a Christmas event too
>check to see if it's still up
>ended literally two days ago
Fuck. Okay, the holiday rewards had been getting worse and worse let's see what I missed
>some lame skin for last year's rewards
Fine, I can do without this shi-
>ring that turns you into a Christmas present
RIP perfect holiday item collection 05-15
Don't dump your folders for him, that's wiggins. Free firecapes for all who pm me!
Bump. Now offering my dchain and dlegs as well.
There was once a man who lived in the small town of T'sora, Israel. He was the progeny of a family that lived there since the beginning of time, living off the land, watching the seasons come and go, the sun rise and set. His family was famous for the horses they bred. Some say he bred the greatest horses in all the Levant.
This man was named Benjamin.
Benjamin was a simple man, though he did not enjoy the homely pleasures of the farm. He wanted to move to Tel Aviv, see the lights, meet the girls, drive the fast cars. Though, he was bound by familial piety to stay and tend to the horses and become the great horse breeder his father was and his father's father was before him.
One day, Benjamin went out to perform the daily duties of horsekeeping. He went out to the pastures and refilled the troughs and set out new bales of hay, the usual routine. After all of this, he made his way into the stable, to see all his prized and fine horses, to brush their coats and check them for ticks or sores-- cankers of various sorts. He went through the whole lot, spare one. He finally made his way to the horse in the very back. It was crying softly. Benjamin became confused, looking at the horse.
"W-what is wrong?" Benjamin asked.
The horse was speechless, as horses cannot speak.
"Are you okay," Benjamin cooed, "Shh, shh."
He began to pet the horse's nuzzle, the horse still quietly crying. His eyes were red and puffy, his horse nose a bit messy from it being runny now
There was once a man who lived in the small town of Tokyo, Japan. He was the progeny of a family that lived there since the beginning of time, living off the land, watching the seasons come and go, the glorious Nippon sun rise and set. His family was famous for the loli they bred. Some say he bred the greatest loli in all the Levant.
This man was named notaloli.
Notaloli was a simple man, though he did not enjoy the homely pleasures of the farm. He wanted to move to Tel Aviv, see the lights, meet the girls, drive the fast cars. Though, he was bound by familial piety to stay and tend to the loli and become the great loli breeder his father was and his father's father was before him.
One day, Notaloli went out to perform the daily duties of lolikeeping. He went out to the pastures and refilled the troughs and set out new bales of hay, the usual routine. After all of this, he made his way into the stable, to see all his prized and fine loli, to brush their coats and check them for ticks or sores-- cankers of various sorts. He went through the whole lot, spare one. He finally made his way to the loli in the very back. It was crying softly. Notaloli became confused, looking at the loli.
"W-what is wrong?" Notaloli asked.
The loli was speechless, as loli cannot speak.
"Are you okay," Notaloli cooed, "Shh, shh."
He began to pet the loli's nuzzle, the loli still quietly crying. His eyes were red and puffy, his loli nose a bit messy from it being runny now
Benjamin looked into the horse's eyes. He didn't seem in pain, he didn't seem angry. His tears seemed senseless and empty. Benjamin played with the thought that the horse might be defective, as he's never seen a horse cry before. He left the stable, still wondering what had afflicted the horse so deeply.
The next morning, there was a loud wailing carrying through the farm. The noise was so great, the windows on Benjamin's house rattled. Benjamin awoke to this noise, so alarmed, he ran out from his bed to check outside. Thinking that someone got hurt, he ran back in to grab a flashlight. He came back outside in the same sleeping garb, only with some sort of slogging boots on that. He looked about, pointing the flashlight in various directions.
"Excuse me? Who is out there? Are you alright?" Benjamin cringed as he spoke. The crying so great.
Nobody answered. The dreadful sound of wailing merely carried on through.
"Please, I hear you, where are you?" Benjamin yelled at the top of his lungs as he stumbled towards the stable, to which he noticed the caterwauling only growing exponentially louder.
He hastily slung open the doors, shining the flashlight hurriedly about, trying to find the source of this banshee-like weeping.
Benjamin flashed his flashlight to the back, seeing the horse who was quietly sobbing earlier, now in full, agonizing howl. His eyes were bright red, much like the picture related.
"Please! Tell me what is wrong! I must know! You are my prize horse! I cannot let you go on like this!" Benjamin yelled, dropping the flashlight. It bounced, throwing about and throwing shadows about the room, almost adding to the cacophony of noises, now with a visual accent.
Autism Gone Wild
The pepe sits in his lair. Furnished and flourishing were the comforts of his cozy.
What spectacle will unfold for his viewing pleasure?
Autist-kun was engaging in his bedtime yoga routine. He had learned this from his favourite youtube videos when he was still a spring chicken.
Autist-kun comes from a family. They aren't worthless trash, but they are nonetheless unestablished. Neither part of the nobility or the unwashed masses. He sits comfy. Protected and shielded from reality.
As he tended to his habbohotel mod he was constructing on line paper with a feather dipped in orange juice, he looked up and thought to himself, "i could use some tendies right now"
Later that night around (10am :^) ), as autist-kun was ready to go to bed, he received a message on his phone.
"who could this be? it's not me mum."
a girl he had once known from his tadpole stages had messaged autist-kun.
"autist-kun, i need you to send me your nudes. im being held hostage by chad and he won't let me go unless you do as i say"
autist-kun was conflicted. on one had, this was a dream come true. on the other, it was his bed time. Finally he decided to send some nudes of his favourite vscape.
"surely starlight-san wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the fellow autists"
part two: coming soon. aka never unless someone else continues this shitpost
The horse was expressing, if I must explain in any terms to you, reader, what was next to pure and unbridled angst. His tears falling like arrows to the ground. The dirt at his feet was experiencing an all-out assault upon it-- munitions grade saline-- pounding down to the concrete that lined the pens.
Benjamin stormed out. Heading back to bed.
There was a businessman who lived outside of Bet-Shemesh. He was a busy man, who had a very busy wife. They begot two very busy children, who attended very busy schools. Not that it must be said, but the businessman had very busy parents, even in their old age, still were busy and lived with the business man. When the busy people came home, they expected to get wholesome and restful sleep, as they had very busy days ahead of them.
One day the businessman came home late at night, the rest of his family asleep. He began to slip into bed until he heard a rather loud wailing. He looked outside his window, seeing if there was some sort of trouble.
The businessman looked to his wife, "Sarah, love, I hear someone crying outside. Please, I'll be back in a moment."
His wife turned in her sleep, letting up a hand as if to usher him away, "Go, Daniel, do not take long."
Daniel the businessman shunted himself outside of his room, down the stairs to the front door, which he hoisted a light jacket on before he stepped out, looking about.
"Hello? Anyone here? Anyone?" Daniel yelled out worriedly, "Please, tell me if you're hurt!"
Daniel looked about, shaking his head. He called the police who soon came out.
"Mr. Zikiri, we definitely hear the sound, but we've searched a kilometer around your house, and there seems to be no one. This is most odd," the most chief officer said.
Daniel shook his head, pushing back his salt and pepper hair, "Look, Officer, I'm a very busy man. I cannot deal with this wailing. I have work in the morning... and my family is very busy... we're all busy."
Little to say, this was not an easy night for Daniel the businessman and his family. Daniel told his wife he would find the source of this noise and fix it. He would have to push some things out of his schedule, but he found it alright. He thought, at least he was keeping busy. But, do not forget about Benjamin, understand, it was a much worse night for him.
The crying was paramount to a jet engine. The racket so great, Benjamin could not keep things on shelves, as they would merely begin to slip off due to the great vibration. Benjamin began to stuff cotton into the other horses' ears, wearing a pair of earmuffs for himself in the attempt to hold back the pain that came from listening to the shrieking.
This carried on for three more days
Benjamin was working on a gate when he noticed a very pretty Audi roll into his farm. Benjamin looked up, pushing the sweat off his brow as he dropped the tool he was using in his hand, slowly moving towards the entering vehicle that contained a certain fellow who's fate had been intertwined with Benjamin's by the crying horse that inhabited the stable that sat on his property.
The car door gently swung open, a square toed, fine horse-bit loafer'd foot poked out, soon to be followed by a well dressed man in fair suit, the late-fall, morning wind whipping the blazer on him.
"Excuse me, I'm sure there's no need to ask, but I've been told you're the one who owns the crying horse," The businessman asked in a rather loud tone.
Benjamin shook his head, his eyes filling with sadness and anger, "I can't do anything. I can't. He's my finest horse. Please, I can't."
Benjamin dropped to his knees, the businessman soon taking a knee to meet with the man, the business man taking one of his hands and placing it on Benjamin's neck as Benjamin shook his head, "I can't. What do I do?"
The businessman nodded, "I have a solution. Please. I have an idea."
There was once a faggot named Lenk. He thought he was interesting. He thought he was funny. He thought he had the best ruse'. But no. He was a pile of shit. A generator of carbon emissions. But this isn't climate change. This was the scent of stale memes.
On the 13th of January he asks for free things. A pathetic creature seeking to leech off the STRONG ECONOMY of vscapes finest.
He is a parasite. No, he is beneath that. Even a parasite is a creation of nature. The struggle to survive and reproduce. Lenk can only be compared to an abnormality. A mutation gone wrong. The chaotic force of nature has created a mistake. It is now our duty to fix this mistake.
Selling all of this shit, pm me offers
Buying: Guthans Spear/Skirt, Obby Mace, pess, Bow strings, Coal and D stones/Glories
but anon if it increases str, a physical property, then would it not be a physiological effect?
Runes are minerals with a high capacity to carry magic that have had a specific type of magic channeled into them.
If herbs are magic in Gielinor, then you might as well say that iron and coal are magic too.
I've always rationalized them to have like high electronegativity and magic is just the means in which to break materials away and catalyze them.
Also if anyone is bucketmemeing, I'm selling buckets 1:1 for hammers.
Yeah, I mean, they're worthless to everyone but me. If you want to get money for hammers, they don't go to you, you stupid fuck. They come to me, and I give them 400 gp, and they go their separate ways. Why the fuck does anything get sold? Buying items is a fucking meme. Wasted XP much?
>taking a private server this seriously
Are you Randy, Hypebeast, Wiggins or all of the above?
I've been seriously impressed with the autism over the past couple of days.
What would the total profit be from selling the low level products of that and alching the top tier products? That's the true value of a hammer in addition to the xp gains. (Assuming those accounts don't buy ores, all is mined by themselves)
All kinds of magic give magic exp. Old-timey kebab magic, moonrune magic, God magic, all magic.
Herblore is literally just mixing drinks that affect your body, it's only separate from Cooking because you have to use herbs and there's no heating involved
>wiggins has potentially lost the greatest net value on the server in pvp
>has lost more fights than anyone else on the server
>to the most amount of people
when is kunta going to put wiggins into the trash bin?
he tried many times to perfect his meme, and the first time it went live, he flunked.
I mine in my secret spot when I'm fapping, the rocks take forever to come back but I don't care since I'm busy. Once I finish I find that I've wound up with a good couple hundred more ores than I had before. Unfortunately this leads to me only training mining since I haven't gotten Shilo Village done for fishing in the same manner, and trees are cut down too often to be viable.
you can literally look at wiggins dying to shit-meme-tier pvp lords like iansorek
TWICE LOLand tommymeme to make the assumption that kunta would ass blast wiggins harder than the man does to the woman whose child wiggins is raising while she never touches wiggins lel
It's the least I can do until the other tunnel safespots are added in
Updated. Still buying archers ring for 15m.
PM Vin Diesel for offers
For maximum XP gains, note the image attached.
>I'm Wtf and I'm very sure only Jim whatever dislikes me and posts on the thread
People use guthans for cbt training and barrows all the time, people use every piece of ahrims but the hood for maging, nobody uses torag's for anything. It's called supply and demand dipshit.
I'm gonna clue you in on something, anon: it doesn't matter. Nobody uses it. If nobody uses it, nobody buys it. If nobody buys it, it has low value. How many people do you see tooling around in torag's? How often does yell ask to buy torag's pieces compared to others? Nitpick about stats all you want, it doesn't make it less true.
The body and legs are equivalent to Dharok's, the helmet is equivalent to Guthan's, the weapon is shit, the set effect may as well be 25% chance to lower the target's Cooking by one, and for those reasons there is just no point to buying it. So if you're using it you're either dumb, expecting to die and want cheap throwaway le best defenses, or >>128569113 you're this guy, a frenchie yuropoor, just trying to grind while waiting for his next semen ration from America.
Updated. Now buying Archers ring for 20 million shekels.
>ripped directly from the wiggins autobiography
i believe it was the line just after he talked about how he never got his ass beat and definitely wasnt raising some chick's kid
>okay I only need 10 xp untill 10mil on the spot, what gives 10 xp
>oh shit, burying bones, perfect
>attack a guy to kill him for bones