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Guthix_Noob7 stopped mid-stride. He was draped in mismatched iron platelegs and a shiny new Cape of Legends he’d spent three weeks dying for. He turned to find a player leaning against the cold granite wall. The stranger wore a simple brown apron and a chef’s hat, but his eyes—rendered in the classic, unblinking style of 2007—seemed to hold a terrifying amount of data.

He stepped forward into the light. In his hand, he wasn't holding a dragon longsword or a staff of air. He held a single, burnt shrimp. 2048x1070 Old School RuneScape - Well hello the...

"I’ve been here since the world was flat," the stranger whispered. "Before the Grand Exchange was a glimmer in a developer's eye. I remember when we traded in certificates and feared the Evil Chicken like a god." Guthix_Noob7 stopped mid-stride

"Selling trout?" the stranger asked, his chat bubble appearing with a soft pop . The stranger wore a simple brown apron and

Noob7 felt a chill that had nothing to do with the Ice Mountain breeze. "Who are you?"

"I'm... I'm a level 92, man," Noob7 typed back, his fingers hovering over the mechanical keyboard. "I don't need trout. I'm headed to the Wilderness."