He stepped forward into the light. In his hand, he wasn't holding a dragon longsword or a staff of air. He held a single, burnt shrimp.
Guthix_Noob7 stopped mid-stride. He was draped in mismatched iron platelegs and a shiny new Cape of Legends he’d spent three weeks dying for. He turned to find a player leaning against the cold granite wall. The stranger wore a simple brown apron and a chef’s hat, but his eyes—rendered in the classic, unblinking style of 2007—seemed to hold a terrifying amount of data. 2048x1070 Old School RuneScape - Well hello the...
The heavy stone doors of the Varrock West Bank creaked open, admitting a blast of pixelated sunlight and the rhythmic clink-clink-clink of a hundred players smithing at once. He stepped forward into the light
"Selling trout?" the stranger asked, his chat bubble appearing with a soft pop . Guthix_Noob7 stopped mid-stride