Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly
To Pimp a Butterfly is as visual an experience as it is musical. "Those are my real home boys on my album cover" Kendrick told MTV in April, in a way that makes it damn sure he's not lying. Every single one of those home boys on the album cover is significant, every single one the manifest of another incredible moment of TPAB. Observe the art as you listen from start to finish - the kids on the bottom right are 'Momma' already wise enough to teach Kendrick when he comes back home. Just above them, he covers his ears, because they're about to mention 'Complexion'. We can all see who killed the judge - he pushed his way to the very front to kneel over the body of justice, forever solidifying his place as the hatred of 'The Blacker The Berry’. As the final notes of 'You Ain't Gotta Lie' fade into the opening of 'i', the picture bounces into life, animated, loud, but not loud enough - as TPAB barrels to a close on 'Mortal Man' there is no room for anybody else, and the artwork separates Kendrick Lamar from not only his home boys, but from everyone. He's on a podium, and every breathing human in the world is watching.
Kendrick could have done anything with this album. Nobody knew where he could go after good kid, m.A.A.d city. The incredible concept album that until the day I die, will soundtrack the scorching months of the summer. Nobody knew what to expect, other than having their fingers crossed for more unbelievably relevant and powerful lyrics. It's a sure fact that not a single fan was expecting him to team up with the Brainfeeder record label, and have the likes of Kamasi Washington, Thundercat, and Flying Lotus orchestrate the sonic scape of TPAB. But these three (and many others) perhaps here prove better than ever before that fame is not an ingredient in the recipe for spectacular music. Kendrick raps over instruments that rappers rarely if ever rap over anymore - horns, saxophones, trumpets, funky bass guitars, jazzy beats - this is a one-and-only in the way of jazz rap. A Tribe Called Quest would be proud. Fans across the world, on their first listen to this album the day it leaked on iTunes a week early, either screamed it was a classic on all forms of social media in under an hour of its release, or spit it out and went right back to Drake's If You're Reading This, It's Too Late. The music is less hip-hop than GKMC was. But it's better for it. The smooth soul of the music better fits the poem that is TPAB, just like the hard-nosed production better fit the rugged short film that was GKMC, and the novel that was Section.80. Section.80 had chapters, GKMC had the skits and the dusty background noise of the film reel, and TPAB has the poem.
"I remember you was conflicted - misusing your influence" - Those are the first two lines of the poem we hear, as the guitar riffs of 'King Kunta' disappear into the past. "Sometimes I did the same - abusing my power, full of resentment." The poem is the scaffold on which Kendrick's songs fall around - every time the poem stops and a song begins, it's as if we're diving right into the words Kendrick spoke. "Resentment that turned into a deep depression - found myself screaming in a hotel room" and the camera pans down to the earth, to Kendrick stumbling around in his hotel room with his liquor bottle, screaming his pain away on 'u'. "I didn't wanna self-destruct - the evils of Lucy was all around me" precedes the track 'For Sale?' where Satan, Lucifer, Lucy, is whispering in Kendrick's ear, drilling into his mind, trying to sell him the easy way out. But he doesn't take it - "So I went running for answers - until I came home", and then he's back home on 'Momma'. He thought he knew everything - morality, fatality, street s***, wisdom, loyalty, how people work, the price of life - but when he came back, he realized he didn't know s***. "But that didn't stop survivors guilt - going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned. Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was - but while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one." That new war was with himself. Has Lucy really gotten to me? He asks himself, when he can't even give a bum one dollar. She must have - I traded my spot in heaven for a dollar. Kendrick repents, and dedicates his all to share his story with the black and brown kids of Compton, just like his momma told him to when he left the hood. He even takes on the role of him own momma on the track "You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said)" so she can do the real talk for him - she's talking to the caterpillars who haven't left the hood yet, telling them they don't have to "lie" to "kick it". "Asking where the hoes at to impress me, asking where the moneybags to impress me" no, she isn't impressed when people ask her that - and she knows they don't really mean it when they ask her these questions, so she just tells them to stop lying. The only two lines on this song where Kendrick uses his own voice and doesn't take on the role of his mother are "The loudest one in the room, n***a, that's a complex / let me put it into proper context" and he does, on the very next song. 'i' is when he's closest with his home boys, when he's right there with them on the stage. But he doesn't forget to put it into context. The blacks are "lying" - shooting each other, killing each other. Gang wars never stop in Compton. Dave, a friend that Kendrick grew up with, was killed in black-on-black violence, back on good kid, m.A.A.d city; So he makes sure his death isn't in vain, and makes sure to put "You Ain't Gotta Lie" into a proper context - "I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "f*** n***a"." "How many n***s we done lost bro? This, this year alone? Exactly, so we ain't got time to waste time my n***a". As we all know, cops in America have been a little too trigger-happy when it comes to dealing with black people on the street. At least every month, there's another story about how an African-American man was shot dead as he held his hands above his head, attempting no resistance, so how can the black community still have time to be fighting each other? Kendrick even has to break up an argument in the very crowd he's rapping to.
'Mortal Man' is where the poem ends. "A war that was based on apartheid, and discrimination. Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned. The word was respect. Just because you wore a different gang colour than mine's, doesn’t mean I can’t respect you as a black man. Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets. If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us. But I don’t know, I’m no mortal man… maybe I’m just another n***a." He reveals his hopes to cease the black-on-black violence, and offers peace to the world. But he does so humbly; even standing on the podium with the world watching, he's humble - a humble man is all we ever need, after all - he's learnt that now. Once the poem has finished, it's revealed who he was reading the poem to, and that person is Tupac Shakur. Dead 19 years, but still able to speak in 2015 due to an unreleased 1994 interview Kendrick got ahold of during the creation of TPAB, he backs up Kendrick's argument with his own observations - "Cause once you turn 30, it's like they take the heart and soul out of a man, out of a black man, in this country. And you don't wanna fight no more." And so the black men can't fight back in the war for equality, and the cycle repeats. What Pac said in the 90's could have been said today, and have the same relevancy. So Kendrick steps in his shoes. In 1996, Kendrick was among the crowd at the Compton swap meet, watching Tupac filming for the 'California Love' video, and so when a crowd gathered at the Compton swap meet in 2015 to watch Kendrick film for 'King Kunta' it tripped him out. He's the Tupac of our generation. "We ain't even really rappin', we just letting our dead homies tell stories for us." Damn.
I remember Kamil making a similar post to this, this time last year. I just got home from my last day of high school ever and it's only just setting in that I'm never going back. It's been my life for the last five years and so far the only real significant part of my growth as a person and now I'm leaving it behind. Seeing the rest of my year group crying (including one of my best friends who I've never seen cry before) made it really difficult to stay composed but I managed to. I've got my old uniform shirt with a bunch of signatures hanging on my wall now, and that's all I really think I'll have left of everyone I went to school with, besides my friends. High school was bloody great, here goes the big wide world.
I think this was the best day yet. :)
I was lucky enough to be given my very own record player, with 2 brand new copies of Coldplay's Mylo Xyloto and Green Day's American Idiot on Vinyl. We also dug through my Dad's old collection and found some old U2 albums, among others. Gotta say, this ranks pretty high in my favourite gifts of all time list.
Let the collecting begin anew.
Oh, and I also had my first drink. The guy behind the bar (who I recognize from my high school, who was a year above me) made sure that my sister and I (yes, we're twins) had a first drink we wouldn't forget. He called it the 'birthday shot' and that's all I know about it, besides that it almost killed me. :) (I'm kidding, it was just a bloody strong shot)
And so, my blog will now have existed within four separate years. 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. Crazy to think about – I still remember my first post, wondering what it was like to be in on this blog game, and see if I’d get any recognition within the clan at all. That was the time that I stopped lurking, and became an active member of the forums – 2 and a half years later I still think that it’s one of the best choices I ever made. Even if I haven’t posted much the last couple of months, or hardly this year at all even other than posting my opinion on certain music releases, through here and you guys I’ve gotten advice, support, (with the addiction thing), views on RuneTrack pages (sorry for abusing you all) and gotten to know some of you better. Which is awesome. I remember this time last year me and Dei Wei were fighting it out for the second time trying to win the Hunter competitions. Those were some seriously good times back then.
On the 31st of December, 2013, my stats stood as so – four 99’s. Defence, Divination, (which I can easily say was my RuneScape highlight of 2013) Firemaking, Agility. Now, on the 31st of December, 2014, my stats stand as so – twenty-six 99’s. Defence, Divination, Firemaking, Agility, Hunter, Woodcutting, Attack, Fishing, Hitpoints, Strength, Mining, Thieving, Crafting, Magic, Summoning, Cooking, Dungeoneering, Slayer, Herblore, Ranged, Farming, Runecrafting, Smithing, Fletching, Construction, and Prayer. Consecutively, in that order. 110 Dungeoneering. 33,700,000 Divination XP. 50,000,000 Defence XP. 29,900,000 Hitpoints XP. 20,370,000 Hunter XP. I got my set of Drygore Maces. Ticked off a giant list of Comp cape requirements (despite there still being many, many left :/ ) Hopefully this time next year I have at least one 120 Cape, (which looks like it might be Defence) the Noxious Longbow I’ve been wanting for a while, and perhaps even a Completionist Cape. Not seeing that one happening, though, as my RuneScape schedule is going to be vigorously stretched over the course of my final year at highschool.
Which brings me to the real life section – I’m now the class of 15. Final year of highschool this year and I’m planning on making it a blast. So many awesome things have happened this year – I got into writing more (even if I haven’t done much in the last two months) formed a few solid friendships I didn’t have the year before, had an awesome time in school, and also met someone and started a relationship in the middle of November (: I thought 2013 was a good year, in which I also made some really good friendships and also I believe matured far more as a person than I ever had in any year, and made some great memories, but this year was even better. I definitely had a better New Years this year – last year I typed ‘happy 2014 Sals’ in the clan chat and went back to training Hunter. Tonight I went out and everything so that was awesome (:
And finally, a few other things that happened this year – in relations to the clan, I was offered both site-editing powers and a Clan Avatar Warden rank. I’d like to thank the staff at Sals for offering me these roles, I’ve been honoured to accept these and attempt to make the site and the XP gains respectively for everyone else better. I joined Sals a mere 14-year old Lurker with a 30 post count (lurked for 3 years) and now i’m definitely very happy to say I’m a noticed member of the community who’s made an impact on the halls of Sal’s Realm, a place I’ve known since I was 11 and loved since I was 14. Cheers guys! Here’s to ’15 (:
Yesterday morning, I awoke early and decided to get on RS to finish off 99 Construction. I logged in to see a treasure hunter key I had forgotten to cash in the night before, so I used it... and my blood ran cold.
My heart froze, and I began to go into some kind of mental breakdown. Despite all my feelings, my hatred, my repulsedness towards the cursed Silverhawk boots, the item that wiped my goal of top 100 on the Agility hiscores from the face of the earth, the item that created a new generation of lazy, the boots of which I have received taunts about for many months... Jagex refused to hear me, and I was granted with a pair of my own.
I ran to the bank, and put them in there right away. I know I could of cashed them out, but for 50k? There's no real point. Smiley was quick to congratulate me, to which I found a little disturbing... Silverhawk boots are something to regret, to despise, not to love and use.
Have I even worn them? No. They might contain about 400k Agility XP for me, free of charge and effort, but there is no way I would even consider it. To wear the boots would be hypocritical to everything I stand for, including my well-known (I think) attitude towards them in the clan chat and rant I made about them in the May Santafish Monthly. Right now, I am trying to think of a creative method to rid these from my account with something simpler than "destroy", so perhaps you might see me suicide with them later on. Who knows.
I'd ask you guys to help me boycott the boots, but there's no chance.
Even as I write this, look at this disgusting, filthy, MAXED human being siphoning the XP from his boots that Balthazar gave him. Don't even get me started on Balthazar... I saw he was giving out tens of thousands of pairs and instantly lost major respect from both him and Jagex. They're supposed to be exterminating the Silverhawks from the game, not promoting them for a solid month... when about 4 Sallers won them the first week it was another traumatic experience.
Sorry for the rant. It just had to be done
Some people out there (and I assume a few of you guys) have become and / or are still addicted to various things. Addictions are very largely looked down upon (mainly addictions to substances) but the one I would like to discuss here today is not that kind – and I see this a fitting place to put it – I’d like to talk about my addiction to RuneScape.
Today I was legitimately offered $500 NZD from my mother to stop playing RuneScape forever. I declined instantly, without a second thought. I myself had many reasons, which I will list here:
1. Nobody is bribing me out of doing what I love doing. I’m stronger than that.
2. Long before this, I’ve told myself over and over that I would never sell my RuneScape account for anything. Which I firmly believe in. In this situation, I’d literally be selling my ability to even play the game.
3. I didn’t put 202 days and 10 hours (over roughly 7 years and 7 months) of my life into an amount of money I could earn in a week’s work of minimum wage.
4. I don’t even need $500. There’s nothing I would do with it – it would sit in my wallet / bank / under my damn desk or wherever I decided to put it forever, whilst I sat and contemplated what to do with my time instead of play RuneScape.
5. Similar to above, I didn’t put 202 days and 10 hours into RuneScape to quit this close (or far) from Maxing my account. I still have goals, and I’ve no desire to give up right now for money that I’d do nothing nearly as fun with and could never give me the same sense of achievement.
6. You guys. I’m not leaving the clan chat anytime soon. I could still frequent the forums, I know, but if I was never playing again in my life, I’d probably want to break the deal and play again by watching all of you rise up and Max and achieve your goals around me, so that would probably deter me. Which I don’t want at all.
My declination to the offer was met badly by my parents (and sister, who could hear us). I thought declining it was a show of how I wasn’t weak willed into accepting money. They said it was a sign of my addiction – turning down $500 to play “flippin runescape”. In case you haven’t guessed already, they’re sick of me playing it. Which in all honesty ,I’d rather they kept to themselves. Every time they say “Daniel, why don’t you just stop playing, you’re wasting your life” or “RuneScape is never going to help you in life? Why do you even play it, it’s such a waste of time!” I get a little more insulted. I’m not sure if you guys would agree, but when my own family tries to stop me doing what I enjoy doing, and shunning it, and trying to find reasons why I shouldn’t be playing it out of nowhere, I find it insulting. And now to be offered money to quit? That takes the king. I couldn’t believe my parents would think I’d accept that, can’t believe they’d try that, and can’t believe they’re so desperate for me to stop playing. I think it’s kind of selfish.
What do you guys think. I may have overreacted in my last blog post but this time I think I’m justified.
Keys to the Kingdom
He stood before it.
It stood before him.
The huge, black, polished wood door loomed high above. So intricate, so detailed. Not a single chip in the surface, hundreds of ornate carvings dominated the door. Faces, animals, mythical creatures. Torches lined the surrounding stone walls - burning strong, fierce, bright, illuminating the varnished, shiny frame of the door, and the lustrous, golden door handle. He approached the handle and gave it a pull. Nothing, like usual. He reached forwards with both hands, and with the combined might of his wrists, arms, shoulders and back, heaved with every ounce of raw strength he possessed.
Nothing, like usual.
Admitting defeat on that front, he stepped back from the door, rubbing his hands together and flicking his top teeth with his thumb - a nervous habit of his. Truth be told, he hadn't been expecting much success on that attempt. It had never worked, and would never work. He knew that, but it felt better to at least try - or maybe all men just enjoyed exerting physical strength on stuff. Knowing his next move, he pulled up the left sleeve of his green jacket and took what he had hiding there - the hairclip. He stepped back towards the handle, and glanced underneath the knob. He spotted the keyhole - that small, insignificant piece of empty space and blackness was all that stood between him and the gilded hinges of the door creaking open to admit him, like all who had gone before. Taking a deep breath, he very slowly, very gently, placed the hairclip in the lock.
The keyhole was a maze of tumblers that he could only visualise by feeling. Many gears, cogs, and other tiny metal pieces that held it so delicately together. Every time the hairclip moved, it changed something - it was so unfamiliar to its surroundings that without the utmost care, everything it did had an astronomical effect.
Every tumbler he successfully navigated gave a satisfying click. Every sound he heard, he knew that he was one step closer to his destination.
Another click. He could feel it now. Every second that passed, the anxiety doubled, the excitement tripled. He was as tense as an elastic band, pulled to the maximum of its potential energy. Which he knew he shouldn't let happen, but at this stage? Rational thought was out the window.
Another click. He was almost there. Manipulating the tumblers like a puppet-master, pulling the strings for total control of those attached. One more, and it was finally his.
Not a click, or a clunk that meant the door was open.
A crack. He froze for a second, and closed his eyes. He felt every single tumbler roll back into place beneath his fingers. He felt them lock back into place, the door once again as solid and impenetrable as ever - in the physical realm, and in his mind.
Trembling, he opened his eyes. He glanced down at his fingers. He slowly withdrew his hand from the lock and shifted his gaze slightly, to the one half of the hairclip he had clenched between his middle and index fingers.
He started for a few seconds, wordlessly, without breathing; and bowed his head. He felt something fall to the floor in front of his foot. He then turned on his heel and walked away from the door - half of hairclip clenched in hand.
The next person who went to open the door, a few hours later, hesitated as he went to take his key from his jeans pocket. He looked down at the ground, in between the footprints that had been there. He then looked up at the ceiling, and wondered just what had been dripping.
I was bored this morning, and decided to make this. I know RuneScape stories have been done before, but I want to make my own here.
I started the account "Tama Boy20" on the 26th of Decemeber, 2006, after numerous attempts at RuneScape, and unfortunately dying. My first death that I remember, was me walking down the road towards Al-Kharid. I passed the Al-Kharid mine, and saw some yellow rocks. I thought to myself, "Wow? Are those gold?" and went to prospect them. As I was getting attacked by Scorpions, I thought x-logging would save my life.
It did not.
This was on an account called "Daniel2072" which I still have the password to today, and I recently purchased the 5 year veteran cape on that account.
Anyway, on Tama Boy20, I did as any RuneScape noob did.
2006 is going to be a very short segment, as for Tama Boy, it was less than a week long.
2007 was probably the most fun I ever had playing RuneScape. Me and my friend, "Eddiefuse47" (the very one who introduced me to RuneScape) raced everything, and he always won. He always had more money, more skills, better items, and so the motivation to play and catch up was very real.
We once had a PK battle, and the gear I took is identical to what you see above. Bronze, leather chaps. He had Iron. It was a fun fight, and I took all my Chaos Runes - 4 of them - to try and kill him. Needless to say, ever Water Bolt I tried splashed, and he won.
I remember I tried to complete Dragon Slayer before him at one point, and in my haste attempted it with an inventory of Salmon.
Don't do that.
That's jumping ahead, though. As I played my way through the free game, I had some of the best experiences ever. I trained combat on the level 30 Zombies in the second level of the Stronghold of Security with Eddiefuse47. I later discovered the Hobgoblins on the Crafting Guild Peninsula, and it was there I unlocked 40 Attack and my first ever Rune weapon: my Rune Longsword.
That Rune Longsword has a funny story, actually. Eddiefuse47 actually bought it for me, because he had money, and access to the champions guild (where he got it from Scavvo for 32k) on the condition that I either give it back after a while, or buy it from him. So technically it was a loan. I decided that I wanted to buy it, but he changed his mind - he wanted it back. So very begrudgingly, I gave it to him. Which is stupid, cause he could of gone and bought another. But anyway, I gave him back the Longsword. He called me again that day and told me he'd traded the Rune Longsword for a Rune 2h Sword.
To this day, I wonder who was dumb enough to make that trade.
The day I beat Dragon Slayer was an incredible day. Even though it took me an inventory and a half of Lobsters, in my full Adamant and Rune battleaxe, I slowly chipped Elvarg to death. I gained 60 Combat from the XP reward, and I felt like i'd just conquered the world. And from here, I got a bit bored.
I can't remember how I made money, but I do remember how I was towards the end of 2007. I was rolling in full Rune, a Rune 2h, a Rune Scim, a Rune Pickaxe, and an amazing Rune Dagger I got at a drop party and never let go of. My main past-time now was kill the Moss Giants on Crandor Island, bury the big bones at a certain spot, and try to get the gravedigger random event. (I even did this with my broken arm. On the 7th of October 2007 I broke my right arm for the second time, in an accident involving a trampoline, me, and my dad. I had to swap the mouse to the other side of the computer and swap the mouse buttons around, but nothing was getting in the way of my RuneScape.)I had pretty much finished f2p, but then something bad happened.
Ladies and gentlemen, never trust anybody with your password.
After my friend hacked me, I had nothing, and even though he gave me some of it back, all the rest had gone to his other friend, who was an accomplice in the hacking, had taken it all and it was gone forever. All my Ranged gear, my Rune, my Runes, and that Rune Dagger. RIP. To this day, he still owes me a Rune Platebody and 2 Rune full helms, alongside the other things.
It took me a whole year, but I managed to convince my parents to get me my first membership. This, I believe (give or take a few) this was the very square I was standing on, in this very gear, (except I also had an Addy H3 Kiteshield) that I first logged into a members world with.
Despite the hacking, that wasn't going to get in the way of anything. After getting membership for the first time, this was my bank.
My first membership experience was as follows:
I logged in in the Stronghold of Security, at the Minotaurs. I walked north, and left the Stronghold. I again walked north, and entered Edgeville Dungeon. I talked to Vannaka, with whom I had not spoken to in 349 days. I took the Enchanted Gem he offered, with my amazing new Crocodile Slayer task.
I ignored that for now. I went to Edgeville, where I met up with Eddiefuse47. He said, "wanna fight in wild"
I said "nah you can't do that anymore, they did some update where you can't pk now". If you do the maths, ladies and gentlemen, 349 days after the 26th of December, 2006, was the 10th of December, 2007, the day that we pay to pk.
We marched into the Wilderness nonetheless, with only 3 items of course. I wanted to check out the members portion of the Wild, anyway. We were walking together and all of a sudden, he dissapeared at the Dark Warriors Fortress, saying he got killed by "some level 105 mage thing". That was his first encounter with a Revenant Ork, but we didn't know it at the time.
I kept walking, and crossed to level 49 Wilderness. I walked passed the Rogues Castle, and I saw the Chaos Elemental in the distance. I"m lucky it didn't see me, as i'd of had no chance. I slowly edged around, and managed to avoid it completely. I made my way to the Deserted Keep lever, pulled it, and I was in Ardougne.
And then I got off, cause it was Bed time.
I slowly rebuilt, and my main money making method was Pest Control. I'd log in, kill stuff at Pest Control, get that amazing 690 GP per game, and repeat.
And so 2007 ended.
2008 for me was just like anybody's first membership experience. Doing Gertrudes Cat and Death to the Dorgeshunn, pickpocketing men, trying to complete Lost City with no idea how, going for 60 Attack for that Dragon Longsword, and so on. I remember one particular day in 2008.
On the day that RuneScape HD was released, I was facing that direction, on that square, in that gear. I remember it clearly, because of how big of an update it was. That day was a huge turning point in my RuneScape lifetime, despite the fact that there were no gameplay differences - it just cut a hole in the timeline, right between old, and new RuneScape.
But by miles, miles and miles and miles, my most memorable moment from 2008 (or perhaps, my entire career) was Desert Treasure.
I don't have any idea how I managed to complete that quest at the age of 11 years old, but I did. My fight with Fareed is particularly memorable, as it was so easy. I was dressed, once again, in that exact gear (except maybe a different cape, I cant fully remember) and the fight was a breeze. I prayed melee, and he hit me twice. Ever, With his magic attacks, he hit a 10, and an 11, or something similar. I just stood there for 5 minutes whacking at him with a Dragon Battleaxe, and he finally died.
The fight with Dessous was an interesting one. I remember the first time I tried to kill him was the day While Guthix Sleeps was released, as I remember attempting to buy a pair of Dragon Claws in the Grand Exchange for 200,000 coins. Needless to say, they never sold, and continued to rise to over 40,000,000 gold. They were expensive, man.
Anyway, the fight with Dessous took me a few tries. I first tried in Rune, with a Dragon Scimitar, praying Magic. It was a very close fight, and he was very near dead, but he finally won, and I had to teleport out with no food and low health. I was not very happy about that, so the next time I went back I went in full Mystic and Wind Wave. I dropped him stupidly easily.
By now, this was another very important point in my RuneScape career - I got my first Abyssal whip.
I tried to buy it at minimum value on the Grand Exchange, which didn't work, so I saved up some more money and managed to eventually get it. That whip was amazing, and I felt so pro with it - just so pro.
Kamil was another interesting fight. I didn't understand how hard the Ice Trolls were, so I re-banked after every Ice Troll kill. Remember, you have to kill 5. When I finally got to Kamil himself, however, I dropped him in 18 Fire Bolts. My friend, who was next to me IRL (Eddiefuse47, as a matter of fact) counted for me, so thats how I remember that. I also remember, I used the supplies that get given to you at the start of Zogre Flesh Eaters for this fight, as I was too poor to buy Super Restores after spending my 1.4m bank on a Whip.
And then there was Damis. Oh, boy, Damis. The first time I tried, It was going reasonably well. I got him down to the second form, and my plan was to use Earth Blast on his first form (which I did) and use Claws of Guthix on his second form.
That part didn't go so well.
I was safespotting Damis behind a Giant Rat, and the fight was going well. He hadn't hit me once, and the fight hadn't taken long already. I got him to his second form, and decided it was time to swap to using Claws of Guthix.
I don't know how this worked, but the first Claws I used, somehow missed Damis, and instead I attacked the Rat.
And killed it in one hit.
Now, as I was planning to safespot Damis the whole time, my supplies were minimal. I was not prepared for a second form Damis, who came lumbering towards me, to begin slashing at me with the speed of throwing knives capable of hitting 34's. Not even taking into account the Prayer drain. I for some reason had no run energy, and I high-tailed it back, walking, as fast as I could. Damis was one square behind me the entire walk, and that was an incredibly scary experience, as I had no food, and low health. He literally took half, if not more, of the Dungeon to finally disappear, and when he did, I homeported and didn't go back for a solid month.
When I did go back, I spent my bank on Prayer Potions and tanked all his prayer draining hits. It was far easier than I thought. But i still ran down the hall way screaming when I killed him.
2009 was an interesting year. 2009 was when I first discovered RuneScape YouTubers, and my first ever one that I subscribed to was Sparc Mac. Back when he had that Megan Fox background for his 2009 YouTube layout channel, and was gaining huge popularity with his Bounty Hunter and Ninja Turt'ling vids.
Other than that, not a lot happened in 2009. I did quests, levelled skills, and that was about it.
2010 was the year I finally started to get rich. In 2010, I discovered Cave Horrors.
I had so much fun killing them with my Penance Master Trident. That today still remains as one of my favourite weapons, and I am very sad you can no longer melee with it. I made roughly 9 Black Masks that year, so as you can see I did quite a bit of camping there.
Remember when Staves of Light cost millions?
I was very proud of mine. Hardly anybody knew at the time, but Staves of Light had a higher strength bonus than the Dragon Scimitar, and had a strength training option. I never understood why nobody used it, as it was a very good weapon for meleeing with.
It was also around this time that I came up with my new display name. I saw someone at the Slayer Tower one day with the name "Team of One" and i'd recently played the game "Army of Two" for the first time at a family friends house. I thought, hey, why not combine the two?
I was so stoked when I found out the name wasn't taken. From that day foward, I was known as "Army of One". The legacy began.
Eventually, I finally did it. I finally made enough money, and 9 Black Masks, and liquefying the rest of my bank, got me this.
My first Godsword. Back when Bandos Godswords were 21 million, I got it. I was so happy with it, but then I released that I was bored. I'd got my Godsword. What to do now?
2011 was the year I discovered Call of Duty. And what that meant was I basically stopped playing RuneScape. I let my membership expire, and I remember logging in about once to find myself in Lumbridge, being kicked from my previously members location.
So I logged out again.
I missed almost every update from that year, and I hardly remember a thing of it.
Roughly halfway through 2012, I logged back in again. There were so many new things - Taverly and Burthorpe were completely different, for a start, and now somehow freeplay?? The RuneSpan was another huge one, and what had happened to all the armour? It looked so weird now.
For the most part, I began playing again, but as a free-player, afking spiders in the third level of the Stronghold of Security. RuneScape for some reason felt like a different game now. I don't know what it was, but maybe that weird Squeel thing I spun once a day now had something to do with it. But I still kept playing, and re-activated my members again after a little while.
First thing I did was finish that damn Waterfiends task I'd had since 2010. I was really overdue there.
I had so much catching up to do - the Dominion Tower was something I really enjoyed.
While Guthix Sleeps was also a major part of 2012. That quest was the best on every level. Music, Gameplay, Story, Progression, Exploration, Bosses, Cutscenes, Characters, everything. It was such an incredible quest, especially for it's time - they haven't made a single quest better in 6 years.
And then a pretty big bombshell hit RuneScape that has still left warning signs up today.
The Evolution of Combat arrived. First beta, and then the real thing.
I was at first really not impressed with the EoC. I thought it was dumb, and stupid, and I cancelled my members. Something drew me back to it, though, and I tried it a month later as a freeplayer. I was using Rune gear, in the WIlderness Volcano against the Hellhounds, with every f2p Rune weapon you could get, trying them out, testing abilities. It was actually quite fun. I re-activated my membership.
And so 2012 drew to a close.
Almost exactly halfway through 2013, I got my own laptop. What do you think that meant? 10x the Scaping, 10x the gains. That thing allowed me to do so much more RuneScape, and throughout 2013 I made more XP and progress than I had the rest of my career combined. I hit 100,000,000 XP, I made mad progress towards goals, I got my first Chaotic, I got my quest cape, and the best thing about 2013? I got my first 99.
And you can't forget about RS3. That was a pretty big one for all of us. I become an active member of Sals forum that year, also, and become a big participant in the skill comps which are just over a month away from hitting a one year anniversary of a skill competition every single weekend, without fail.
And so we're caught up. Lots has happened so far - multiple 99s, I got my Drygores, I've made some money and a lot of levels, and I can really see myself maxing this year, if I try really hard and get it done.
And that is my RuneScape story.
Always In My Head - a song that I wouldn't have put anywhere else on the album. The best possible start, and an amazing song.
Magic - i've already spoken about.
Ink - Probably my least favourite on the album, but I did like it towards the end.
True Love - I loved the lyrics to this song, and really liked how it synced into Midnight
Midnight - I've already spoken about.
Another's Arms - Similar to True Love in my opinion, I liked this one because of the lyrics more.
Oceans - A great Ballad, I reckoned it was a bit long for it, and the one and a half minute outro was a bit odd. But I really, really loved how it built right up to and then kicked right into A Sky Full Of Stars.
A Sky Full Of Stars - I've already spoken about.
O - possibly my favourite song that wasn't a single on the album behind Always In My Head, the Piano at the beginning of this was incredible to me. I really wished this and Always In My Head were longer, and that > 2 minute gap between the end of O and the end of the outro could of been a bit shorter.
All in all, a beautiful album. Coldplay have delivered once again, and I love it. The sad thing is, that now we have to wait forever for the next one. I really hope Coldplay comes to NZ again soon - I'll see you there Kemo
Magic may have been vocally centered, but this definately isn't. It's definately more sound than before, reminiscent of Mylo Xyloto, but not as much as stuff such as Charlie Brown or Don't Let It Break Your Heart. Someone in the comments said "Why not credit Avicii?" and I had to agree, cause I'd already been reminded of them by this. Just under three weeks till the album is here guys!
The scum of this earth. The last message I said hadn't even disappeared from my head when he immediately logged out. Reported him for scamming and all that yadeyah.
Oh and he was a lvl 147 in Addy armour, so probably a throw away account.
The closest we've heard to their old stuff in a long time. Now don't get me wrong - I like the new stuff, A Thousand Suns is my favourite album from LP - but the return of the rock/rap (even if it isn't Shinoda's voice) Makes me happy. Plus the song length, and how powerful it is, makes me like this even more. Too bad the artwork is basic.