This man once challenged me to a duel in RuneScape, but instead of fighting, he started fishing for lobsters in my inventory. Then he sold them to a goblin for 3 coins and a cabbage. Two weeks later, I caught him in Falador wearing nothing but bronze boots and a party hat, screaming about how the Grand Exchange was a government conspiracy run by penguins. Last time I saw him, he was mining air with a wooden spoon and claiming it would give him 99 Smithing. I don’t understand him, but I respect the chaos.

This man has been terrorising me at school for years. Every lunch break, without fail, I become his personal prey. He doesn’t just steal my food—he hunts for it. I’ll be sitting there in the schoolyard, minding my own business, unwrapping a humble ham sandwich, and suddenly he’s sprinting across the oval like an Olympic athlete with one goal: to bash me into next week and claim my lunch as his trophy. One time I tried to outsmart him and eat in the library—he kicked the door open like the SWAT team and confiscated my chips “for evidence.” Another time I brought two sandwiches thinking I’d win for once—he took both and my juice box. The teachers? They just shake their heads and say, “You should’ve eaten quicker.

NOOB

+rep signed profile wheelchair guy though

+rep signed profile wheelchair guy though

+rep signed profile wheelchair guy though