Trent

Just drop your IGN's aswell please.

Coming back to Runescape and back to World 345, Restarting a new account from fresh and buying gp/items. PM me ingame H00OO0KAH Edit: Also after Training supplies, and welfare gear (Mystics, black dhide etc.)

Fuck You @AC Nacts

Save that skirt, I'd like to buy it later on for when i go for full guthans.

My Arch Nemesis has been slain!

Stats: Gear: Bank: (Those noted herbs are toadflax's )

Thought it could be a cool idea to rush MM2 so you didn't need to be monkey form on ape atoll and pick up some easy kills?

Missed you haha

Sure won't, with the addition of G.E into deadman, makes me want to play alot more.

I made it as to join after the tournament, at the commencement of next season, already was told to wait till after tournament, was just getting my intro in early.

So I was not on yesterday because of my birthday, and when I tried to log into teamspeak this morning I was banned? People have told me that the reasoning for this is because people think I am with Tata. This is not true and below is a picture showing my ban message from their teamspeak.

Looking forward to having you back, unfortunately not many of the old members are still with us though

Very nice work, the clan is going places! what I like to see.

You didnt think to pj and help him?

Thanks to everyone for you're feedback, definitely thought it would be alot more negative then this!

For those of you who do not know me I am Trent, otherwise known as Allu T, former council member of AC. I am making this post to formally apologise to all of those in the clan who I have screwed over or made upset in some way or form. I understand there are members of the clan that will not accept this apology, however all I'm asking is that you put our pasts behind us and treat me as if i'm a brand new recruit to the clan. I also understand that many of you are still upset with me regarding the incident when we killed 'ididitreddit' at Zeah. For those of you wondering as far as i Know humpmehumpty did infact lose the main section of the loot and only had 2 furies and a dh body left, he gave me the dh body as my 'split' from the kill. Now i know that many people will be upset that I recieved a split and they did not and I understand that it was selfish of me to ask him for a split. Many of you would very much like me to give you what you deserve from the kill. As much as I'd like to do that I am unable as I am currently on the 'poor' side of things. Some of you are also aware that after being kicked from AC I went to join LiT. The main reason for this is I knew ex AC members in the clan that I was good friends with. However Ari (Dead Botting/Leader of LiT) died to wiggled's team, and shortly after accused me of being a leak, which led to me being ddosed for a large portion of my bank. After these events happened I took a long think about what happened and how much of a fool I was for leaving the clan, and even worse joining a clan such as LiT. AC is not only the best Clan on DMM but it is in my eyes the best community and is full of friendly and helpful people. This being said I would greatly appreciate it if you, the community, could take a think about letting me start over fresh in the clan.

I'd be interested in buying guthan's helm, ppots and sharks. Add me Allu T.

GG ididitreddit thanks for the bank Brap

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.*We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only."* We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹ I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2 This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning: My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring! And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that: Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

Deadman is unpredictable, you can see that from RoT quitting, everyone thought that they would stay and rule deadman and a week later 90% of them have quit. I'm sure that once our clan get's on the same level as LiT and Anteeks we will be able to have alot more fun.

Sure, I need to make money at this current time and what better way to do it! I'm in!

Yeah you on teamspeak

I need a guilded altar before sp33dy wakes up! I can provide marrentills.

So after dying a couple of times I decided to train for a whole day straight... Went from: Attack: 60 > 73 Strength: 60 > 80 Defense: 60 > 70 Range: 81 > 84 Hitpoints: 75 > 80 Combat: 84 > 91 Glad to say training does pay off and i'm looking to push 100cb tomorrow!

My Christmas was being able to DJ for the people of the ts and hear them sing <3 and the $500 and alcohol