attell to 'llooll, on aiming.
Ididn' t realise I had a serious problem on my hands until my item bank ran out of storage space, filled to
the brim with coal mined by children who should have been doing their homework, but instead thought
they were making a profit from the friendly man called Magicpants, who traded them gold on street
corners like it was sweeties-
Enough was enough, and the money wasn' t worth it. Travelling back to the mining patch where I had first
started mining coal myself, I hoped to find solace from the ghost of nostalgia. Instead, I was greeted with
an impromptu company meeting.
One by one the miners dropped their tools and came over to seek their fortunes- "COLEMAN" "COAL"
I wanted to apologise. I wanted to explain that they' d been stupid, and that I' d been
unfairly manipulative ifthat for personal gain. I didn' t say anything. They' d understood so little
had said so far that I decided actions might speak words. Surrounded bythe heartbreaking
reality of the I' d built an empire on, I slowly removed every piece of my mithril armour -
dropping them to the ground as a token apology for the collective wrongs of my evil regime. For a
moment, I felt like Bob Geldof- which was obviously quite distressing. Logging off from the Runescape
server, I left the college computer room and decided to join my friends at the pub.
Returning today, ten years later, I' m surprised I still remember my password. The first place to find
atonement is likely my friends list, but it doesn' t look like anyone I know has been online for avery long
time. A lot can happen in atejade, and it' s frighteningly likely that some ofthose children now have a
couple eitheir own-