>be 2010, still playing runescape
>jagex is a fucktard, no wildy, no free trade
>be in pvp world, trying to remember what it felt like to pk
>everyday i go to the church of lumbridge and pray to omar
>pray that he will smite jagex
>level 138 summoningfag sees me praying
>comes up to me with his yak
>"lolnoob omar isnt real only lvl126 new skill learn summoning"
>heart is racing, im sweating trying to think of a comeback
>mumble out "summoning is for the impure"
>"lol fite me i pwn u"
>yak starts fighting me
>yak attack
>pull out rune scimmy
>kill it in two hits
>jagfag is mad now
>pulls out ags and specs me
>im lying on the floor with one Hp
>no hope
>preparing to die
>white light in front of my eyes
>omar steps out from the light in all his glory
>lvl 126, wearing fancy boots, dragon chainbody, and blue party hat
>jagfag looks at him in awe, about to cry
>omar pulls out his dragon schlongsword and skewers jagfag through his anus
>jagfag shredded to pieces
>omar turns toward me
>"i have come for you my child"
>i hear unzipping
>i drop my pants and humbly accept his great offering into me
>he thrashes me with the force of a thousand granite mauls
>deposits pure essence all over my face
>Hp back to full
>i thank omar
>"it is not omar yet"
>whisks me away to a far away land, a wonderful land called runerebels
>everything is just like it used to be
>smoke shisha all day with omar from his gold trimmed dragon hookah
>life is good
>omar es luv
>omar es lyf
Topic: Omar Stories: Volume 5 (Read 10834 times)