Wednesday, June 24, 2009

KK Go Away!

As I was killing guards in Varrock (what? it's good experience!), I got ANOTHER one today. It started off ok, and isn't necessarily 'hitting n me' (right), but I still found it creepy.

Mov 650: Do u need money
Me: No
Mov 650: Y not
Me: I have plenty
Mov 650: Attk lvl
Me: 31
Mov 650: Do u need an ady sword
Me: No, i'm good
Mov 650: Def lvl
Me: 30
Mov 650: Do u need armour
Me: No
Me: I'm fine
Me: Really
Mov 650: Kk sorry
*Silence for a moment*
Mov 650: Want to be my friend
Me: No thanks
Mov 650: Kk
*Mov 650 goes away. I go back to killing guards. Then, a minute
later...*

Mov 650: This is how i look
*removes armour*
Me: ...Ok
Mov 650: Do u want to be my friend
Me: No
Mov 650: Or not\
Mov 650: No kk
*I went up a ladder to get away from him. He was gone when I
came back down*


Seriously..."I know you said no...but look at me!!!"
I'll stop there... >_<

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb....

I picked this idiot up on my way to the Cooking Guild. I had just killed a demon outside of Lumbridge, and was headed off, when all of a sudden...

Jakobe64: Good looking
Jakobe64: Good looking
Jakobe64: Good looking
Jakobe64: Good looking
Jakobe64: ser
Me: What?
*Jakobe64 starts following me*
Me: Wt?
Jakobe64: Want ot be friends?
Me: No
Jakobe64: Why
Jakobe64: How old are you
Me: I don't know you
Me: go away
*Jakobe64 runs off*

...What the hell does 'ser' mean?
Look, I don't talk to people on RS unless I absolutely have to. And I certainly don't start out by hitting on them.
Whatever. I need to make myself some wine.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Brief, but to the Point

This conversation happened in World 5, as I was making flour in the mill just outside of Lumbridge. I was on the top floor, loading in all of my grain.

Up comes Lovverman2, who is so incompetent at being a 'lovver' that he can't even spell it properly.


Lovverman2: Hi
Me: What do you want?
Lovverman2: Ur hot cute and beatiful
Me: ...Ok
Lovverman2: Will u be my gf
Me: No

He vanished after I said this to him.

So, basically, he doesn't even have the balls to pursue me.
Oh well. I need to make my flour.