Originally Posted by
mixster
Well, my story began many years ago. It was the summer of 1995 and I was 87 years old and proud of it. My journey had brought me to the edge of my mind as I climbed the mountain to what I hoped would be my final adventure for a long time. The rock crumbled beneath me as my ascent continued, with blood trickling down my palm and my cuts being stung by the dirt. The sky stood still while being engulfed by the red suns descent, mimicking it with a sickening twist. I slowly continued until I had reached the top. What awaited me had me completely awestruck. I saw the elixir flow through the beautiful ornament, slowly enthralling my gaze as I must have stood for hours. Slowly, I regained myself and walked slowly towards it, stopping by the edge of the pool and I slowly lowered my hand into the liquid crystal-like display. I pulled it out and saw the cuts healed and the wrinkles lessened with my hand looking remarkably young for its age. My journey, so I was to think, was over and I had discovered the fountain of youth. I didn't care of what was to happen, so I through myself in and drank and lay, drenched in life itself. I felt myself become younger - the soar muscles becoming tough, the old bones becoming strong, the loose skin shrinking, or was it my body growing? All I know is that the last feeling I had before I slept was that of relief. I woke with the rays of the sun gently lapping at my face, with a huge desire to cry overcoming me, I quickly got up. I looked down and remembered the fountain being much lower than it was now. I tried to get out of it, but it seemed to high. I must have been there for a while, because by the time I finally managed to escape, the sun had already started it's never-ending arc on the sky. I looked down and remembered being much higher off of the ground before. It suddenly struck me. I had bathed for too long in the juices of life and returned to the state of a young child. I estimated my age of about 4 and a quarter, give or take a few months, and was confused and hungry, so I decided to start crying. Eventually, I heard something besides my own crying as a rustle behind me drove me to get up and investigate. A bush concealed the source of the noise, so I plodded through it, which was much easier now I could practically walk underneath it rather than cut my way through it, and saw to my own horror a bear. I was in a clearing, with the bear in the middle of it. The bear began pacing toward me, with my mind refusing to co-operate out of fear. It began moving to the side, and I saw some cubs close to the opposite side and realised that she must be a mother bear. She came closer and closer, until I eventually decided that enough was enough, so I sat on the ground, started crying and screamed blue murder at the top of my throat. She quickly retreated to the opposite side, obviously afraid of me, but I think she felt bad for me deep inside, as she slowly started walking towards me again with what looked like a fruit inside her mouth. She stopped just in front of me, dropped the fruit and took a few steps back and sat. I stopped crying, and realising my hunger again, toddled forwards to the fruit. It looked like a mango, but tasted like a prawn. I gnawed on it for a few minutes and afterwards felt tired. I lay down on the ground and passed out without meaning to. I later woke up inside what appeared to be a cave. I raised my sleep head, looked round and saw the mother bear from earlier. I guess every animal has that mothering instinct that they can't ignore. I fell asleep again in the warm and cosy cave. The next few years flashed by as I became a cub to the mother bear until I was found by a monk who was traveling to a town to gather supplies for his monestary. The mother bear knew that I would be better off with a species like myself, so she let me go, though I could see her pain inside and I vowed to return when I was older to show my gratitude for her. By this time, I was fast approaching 10 and had great intellect from learning from the bears. People often criticise bears as brutes who harm innocent people, but what they don't realise is the great health care and educational system they have going on. In the 6 years I was with them, I had learnt more than I had in the previous 87 years of my life before finding the fountain of youth. The monks were generally nice people. They taught me self-control and how to kill a man with your bare hands, though I always preferred using my own bear-style fighting as it provided a lot more defensive maneuvers with only a couple, but powerful, offensive moves. Still, they raised me well and by the time they felt I could defend myself, I had already discovered inner enlightenment and felt at one with the world. So, I left the monks when I was 11 and ventured off into the world. Luckily, I knew the terrain well and quickly made my way to nearby towns where I would perform odd jobs for a bit of money and eventually killed a man and stole his bicycle. I cycled down the mountainous paths and ended up near Tokyo by the time I got to the bottom of the mountain, so I decided it was time to catch up with technology and made my way there. Now, you may think that in Tokyo, often claimed as the technology central of the world, I may finally get to something relevant to Scar or SRL or Runescape. Well, you would be wrong. In Tokyo, I quickly learnt my way around the city and also around the modern technologies, like mobile/cell phones, the internet and Pokemon. Unfortunately, I made a lot of enemies in Tokyo, mainly because I killed their cats for food, but I had to escape from Japan before I got into a bad situation. Luckily, I still had my bear heritage and manage to swim off Japan and ended up in Australia. By now, I had just turned 12, with my estimated birthday near the end of January and arriving in Australia in early February. I didn't spend long in Australia, mainly because I couldn't understand what they were saying half the time and I quickly fled to Jamaica. I had a good year in Jamaica and I met 3 of my 5 wives there, but it was not meant to be, so just before I turned 13, I swam to England. On entering the UK, I quickly found out the immigrants got preference to normal citizens, so I was happy. Within a week of illegally entering, I had already gotten my own house and was receiving $5 a month from the government. Using the money I got from selling "goods" I brought with my from Jamaica, I bought a computer, a Windows XP. I then started playing Neopets with my large amount of free time. Getting bored with playing normally, I set to work on building a Pascal based compiler that was based around colour and bitmap finding to allow me play the game without being at the computer. After working on it for the next year and getting to the point where I had successfully become the richest and most powerful force in Neopets, I decided that it had become too powerful and destroyed it for the better. I then set out on looking for a similar program and found Scar. At the time, it was quite bad, so I created an alter ego by the name of Freddy1993 (named after what my birth year would've been and with Freddy being an acronym for "Finding Reasonable Entertainment Despite Dubious Yob's"), but he grew too powerful as Scar Divi's success spiraled, so I used my advanced knowledge in robotics to design a cyborg with a human-like skin and extracted Freddy1993 from my mind and placed it into the cyborg. I quickly made memories for him and made him believe he was a real human and renamed him Freddy1990 to put anyone off the scent of his origins. With my secret hidden, I knew I could now continue my Neopets career without worrying about becoming too powerful as the influx of cheaters using Scar nearly leveled the playing field. I say nearly as I had recently started my project called NRL - the Neopets Resource Library - with which I had various top quality cheaters, the mist famous of which being Wizzup? who used to be called Wizzup, but he was a very underground cheater and most people didn't know who he was, so would often go Wizzup? when I mention him and he though it would just be easier to call himself that as it made things go along a lot quicker. Shortly after the death of Neopets, my small elite scripting community dispersed with many leading new cheating communities today. By now it was late 2007 and with Neopets gone, I was at a loss of what to waste my time on. It was then that I got my teaching degree and decided to help new scripters rather than script myself. With that in mind, I spread myself across the web, with my name being legend amongst true scripting forums and my IP address worshiped by forum masters, with many posting fake visits just to try to gain respect. Eventually, the true scripting societies crumbled due to their bedrock being their want to macro on RS and not script, with the only remaining being filled with what it shouldn't and only 1 real scripting society still stood tall. Unfortunately, I couldn't risk being an active member on Freddy1990's forums in case anyone realised the link, so I just went to a random scripting forum and set up camp there. This is the story of how I came here.