I didn't see a story time topic so here it goes:
It was a dark and stormy December 5th night, not a soul peeped at gamble... not a single bet to see, so Mr. Savitr sent out to the wilderness with glee. Loaded with his saradomin brews, WH found it time to pay their dues. After getting worked by Savitr's might, the member yelled, "oh poo!", the WH crew sprung to action, with a whip and a snap of that nasty dskim, his prayer was off and the TB went through.
5 minutes! Oh no! But Savitr is only in mystics? Whatever shall he do? "No worries" he says, to south he goes, only a short distance. With several maxed magers lurking about, the odds were low for him as they flubbed their snouts. WIth a whiff and a bang, Savitr crashes through the ruins of zombies and spiders, looking for one of them who wanted to box and hang. Alas, the supplies ran low, the man drew weary... but a breakthrough! He logs, as the WH members yell out, 'oh deary!"
Time goes past, and scouts sit in wait, but Savitr knows that they are just bait. After a while it is time, Savitr logs in, and with the drop of a dime, the team logs on... only to find Savitr boxing, and eventually gone.
And that is the story of how I tanked 10+ WH members in max gear, while in mystics.
The End!
