My Most Nerve-Wracking Experience in Runescape as a dad /u/NARCOTICS911 Old School RuneScape!

It was 2006.

Instead of heading to work that morning, I crouched behind a bush in the front yard. I waited for my wife to leave the house. Thankfully my kid spent the night at their friend’s house.

Once the coast was clear, I slipped back into the house, booted up my laptop, went to the guest bathroom to drop a willow log, and logged into Runescape.

A couple of hours later, there I was in the F2P wildy, patrolling my hood to Pwn some noobs with my yew bow and green d’hide. As per usual. Then, on the mini-map, I saw a small dot approaching. moved forward, ready to engage. The figure came into view—a rune b-axe nub. My mustache started sweating as I hovered over the character to check the combat level.

It was my kid.

For a second, I froze, stunned. I’d be damned. He wasn’t at school—he was out here, PKing in the wilderness on MY world. Before I could act, he turned on his prayers and ran straight toward me. I felt my blood pressure and cholesterol begin to race, but instead of attacking, he froze.

And then, in a move so fast it impressed even me, he hit the logout button. Gone in a flash. His Logout level? Probably 68.

Nice.

I stared at the screen, half in disbelief and half amused. Did he realize who I was? Did he not recognize his melee advantage? It didn’t matter—he’d clearly panicked. And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I would’ve TB’d him and switch to my main.

I logged out soon after and went about my day, wondering if I should say something. But I didn’t.

It’s been 20 years, and I’ve never brought it up. But sometimes, when I think back to that morning, I wonder if he remembers the ranger in green dragonhide who scared his scaredy pants out of the wildy that day.

Good fight

It was 2006.

Instead of heading to work that morning, I crouched behind a bush in the front yard. I waited for my wife to leave the house. Thankfully my kid spent the night at their friend’s house.

Once the coast was clear, I slipped back into the house, booted up my laptop, went to the guest bathroom to drop a willow log, and logged into Runescape.

A couple of hours later, there I was in the F2P wildy, patrolling my hood to Pwn some noobs with my yew bow and green d’hide. As per usual. Then, on the mini-map, I saw a small dot approaching. moved forward, ready to engage. The figure came into view—a rune b-axe nub. My mustache started sweating as I hovered over the character to check the combat level.

It was my kid.

For a second, I froze, stunned. I’d be damned. He wasn’t at school—he was out here, PKing in the wilderness on MY world. Before I could act, he turned on his prayers and ran straight toward me. I felt my blood pressure and cholesterol begin to race, but instead of attacking, he froze.

And then, in a move so fast it impressed even me, he hit the logout button. Gone in a flash. His Logout level? Probably 68.

Nice.

I stared at the screen, half in disbelief and half amused. Did he realize who I was? Did he not recognize his melee advantage? It didn’t matter—he’d clearly panicked. And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I would’ve TB’d him and switch to my main.

I logged out soon after and went about my day, wondering if I should say something. But I didn’t.

It’s been 20 years, and I’ve never brought it up. But sometimes, when I think back to that morning, I wonder if he remembers the ranger in green dragonhide who scared his scaredy pants out of the wildy that day.

Good fight