wow the other day i just found out that people still remember me from Basilmarket
it’s been forever since i quit basil but the other day i still got the “omg its ShadowWaffle!!! dude you rok!!”
i dont know why but its wierd to me
lotsa people like me but it still creeps me out when they come up to me like ima celeb
when in reality i was nobody but just a guy who posted alot of waffle comments
It’s true, just track him sometime.
What’s there to say? I done good, Wizet done good, everybody… done good.
Getting level 63 was a fun experience. Trying to find empty Zombie maps was … easy. Seeing as most everyone was at Aqua Road, I quickly snagged a map… and noticed some changes.
The timer on top of the screen, and the teleporting pits a la The Land of Wild Board 1. The timer… absolutely useless. Seeing as you can just go to another map and come back to refresh the timer, it does nothing except against people who are too stupid to figure this out. Anbu guild, I’m looking at you! (see previous blogs)
So, despite my digression, I quickly captured a z1 and killed happily to a good 75%. The pits allowed me to have a new strategy, namely, hitting every zombie on one side first, using a pit, hopping down and hitting every zombie on the other side, using THAT pit, waiting 15 seconds, dropping down and kicking undead butt.
It worked, too, until a ‘sin showed up. She mistook my waiting period as being AFK (she was obviously looking for an excuse to steal the map) and started killing zombies, saying that ‘being AFK = lose map.’
Arghh, how I wish for a /kill command right now.
This conflict continued for awhile, she apparently not realizing that we were both crippling each other’s EXP gain by about half. After about 20 minutes of idiocy, I experienced my first encounter with a deus ex machina! An assassin walked into the map, obviously with the intention of changing channels. I stopped him, and asked him if he’d help me. To my amazement, he said yes, and we partied up.
Seeing as me with Haste (a Lv. 62 Cleric at the time) can easily keep up with a level 58 assassin, I started to turn the KSing tides, while she begged the deus ex to help her instead. He believed my story instead of hers (Jeez, I must have some good karma on my side :P) and she was forced to leave, after defaming me. Jerk.
We went on for awhile, simply training together, and finally we added each other as buddies. He had to leave for awhile, so I continued training until a Lv. 9x Hermit came in, and again with the total lack of respect that assassins have become famous for (and it’s these idiots that do it) he began to KS me, unprovoked. I knew I wasn’t going to stand up to such an idiotically powerful … idiot, so I simply went channel surfing. I couldn’t find any empties, but one nice guy offered me his channel after he was done with it. I channel surfed some more, found nothing, until the aforementioned person gave me his channel. I went there, and took the channel, partying with a Fighter who was already there.
He invited a Spearman friend of his, and we killed happily until, what, the same 9x Hermit came in and continued from where he left off. We couldn’t stop him (again) so the Fighter promised to have some friends KS him, and we left for another channel. We didn’t get very far there, but I was at 90% and it was pretty late, so I logged off for then.
Episode 39 The Cherry Chocolate Chip Strawberry Vanilla Cookie Dough Minty Cookie!
Ryuu leads the way down a dark tunnel, while Kunai, Arai, Shuriken, and Ivy follow behind. Ryuu raises his flaming sword, using as light in the dark, timeless tunnel.
“This place is so big…and so confusing,” Kunai says, staring around. “Hey, I think we passed through here already. See? That’s the debris from where you made Arai drop his cookie, Ryuu.”
I couldnt find a site to post this story on, Seeing as it is a non-MS Story, But I wrote so many other story, (And finnaly got a spell checker program.) I thought I could, You know, Go ahead and post it here, But Holy retroactive it’s long. Sorry for the delay on my other storys, I have been downloading programs to help me with my wrighting.
I apoligize and I present this book that was based on a dream I had, Mounths ago.
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(Some parts may not make complete sence, since this is a shourt story to one of my other books.)
I know only two
haha/hehe = f2
sniff/cry = f4
Please reply if you know any thanks in advance.
BOO sins, yay FIGHTERS!.
(I hope people like it…if not, I will take some time editing it more XP Oh yeah, I am not changing the name Zaleb!)
Chapter Three: The Beginning of Disaster
Laren sighed entering a quaint wands and staff shop after trying on some new clothing…and buying some. ‘I wonder where Kai is?’ thought the wizard curiously since they got separated when a mob of archers separated them, they were going to an Archer’s competition. “Hmmm”, said Laren as she looked at most of the wands, which were no better than the wand she has…well, had. Laren sighed thinking about what had happened when she was trying a new dress, she accidentally broke her Mythril Wand and felt completely devastated. Of course, Jay had told her to get a better wand…one up to her level of magic, but she had declined thinking about how much mesos Gin and Tino had saved as young magician’s to get it for her. ‘I guess I will have to tell them’, thought Laren as she had placed the broken pieces of the wand away…it was still special to her. However, she lost her train of thought when she saw…it! A staff, a beautiful staff that was exactly for her level, beautifully made, and seemed a rare find…but a little ‘too’ pricey for her budget. She sighed and walked away from the store wondering what to do as a few sets of eyes had caught the glimmer of admiration…they hid from sight while planning something.
shut up about liketoks! suuushi, clericzoe, an the guy with the sword and the red hair can own him. and since he got banned, people can use his name. so some noob must of put “liketoks”. now shut up!
lol mi other story failed i think…still waiting for comments or ppl who liked it =/
dont frgt to comment on whether u liked it or not!
[1]~~~Part One~~~[1]
“Oh, hello chris.”said Sera.
“Hi, um, your sister wants to use your mirror…so, if….” I said.
“*sigh*When is she ever going to help me folding the laundry!”
Sera handed over the mirror, and exclaimed,
“Wow! Youve grown alot! How old are you now?”
“9” I said proudly.
“Well i guess you will have to go to victoria island and find your job, now.” Sera said
“Yep. In fact, im going next week, so I have to pack.”
“Ok then, come back when you’ve all grown up, kay?”
“Ok”
I climed down the ladder, leaving Sera to do her laundry, gave the mirror to Heena, who gave me a few mesos. I walked home slowly, reflecting upon myself.
I was born on June 12th, 1997, with a loving mother and father. I had barely turned 9 a few weeks ago. Now was the time for boys and girls like me to go to the famed victoria island, and find our jobs. A few late bloomers barely made it at 10, and some, became 11 without getting a job. I had thought over what I wanted to be carefully. I was already too late to become a magician, for they went to Vic Island at age 8. Warrior’s needed to be buff and strong (not me). That left Archer, and Rouge. Archers were cool, but the idea of throwing pointy stars and wearing cool dark clothes was more attracting, so I had decided on being a Rouge, and someday, an assasin. I looked around, and saw all the familiar faces. I had lived and prospered here for 9 years, and I was sad to be leaving. I saw Pio, the recyclist, and the sailor biggs, and more. It was going to be sad to have to leave.
Suddenly, a sharp cry snapped me out of my reviere.
It was my 2 brothers, Sean and Todd, and my sister, Jenny, running at me full speed, ready for a bear hug.
“Rawr!!!”I yelled, scooping them into my arms, and carrying them into the house.
“Welcome back son” Father said.”Continue packing, and when you finish, come help your mother in the kitchen”
“Ok dad”
I jolted upstairs into my room, and started to pack.
I put in all my worldy belonging, namely my extra sandals, T-shirt, pants, underclothes. Then, my most prized possesion, my Fruit Knife I got from Biggs for doing some errands for him. The blade, was sharp, a result of my keeping it very clean.
The week slowly passed, and finaly, the day came.
I ate some breakfast, and made a one last check in my room, making sure I left nothing behind, and ran out. My family walked to Southperry. There I met Captain Shanks, who would see my safe passage to Victoria Island. My father paid for my ticket, as I only had some 8k mesos.
“Ok, hand over the 150 mesos first…”Said Captain Shanks.
My father handed it over.
“ok! lets go”
As I boarded the ship, my younger siblings started bawling. Even my mother was having a hard time keeping her lower lip straight. Only my father remained impassive throughout all this.
“ALL ABOARRRRDDDD” a sailor yelled.
The ship lifted off into the air as a bird lifts off from the ground, taking me from my beloved home, Maple Island, to the mysterious and exciting land, Victoria Island. I waved farewell to my family, and they waved back. I disappeared into the setting sun’s horizon.
The jist: i found many equips. You’re probably saying: “Sweet! u must be rich!”
Thing is that i was trying to do that lvl 50 quest in deep dungeon, and all the equips i had to go back to npc (i didn’t care if it was over or under: they were all lvl 40- anyway) all of it, then go back, etc etc. That quest takes a while when you’re fighting stuff in mass or twice your size, regardless of your skills.
Crazy day for me. Any crazy experience you have?