The Grind

The Grind In Gielinor's realm, where legends reside, A hero emerges, with nowhere to hide. From Lumbridge to Kharazi, a journey untold, With pickaxe and sword, a story unfolds. The grind is relentless, the hours they blur, Woodcutting, mining, a monotonous stir. But whispers arise, of glory and fame, To slay the great dragon, and conquer the game. From barrows to bandits, a constant fight, Forging ahead, with unwavering might. Each skill a triumph, each level a gain, A digital odyssey, easing the pain. With friends by your side, a camaraderie deep, Sharing the burden, secrets to keep. The memories linger, the laughter, the tears, A timeless adventure, conquering fears. So raise a tankard, to Gielinor's might, To heroes of old, who battled through night. For in this realm, where legends are born, The spirit of Runescape forever will adorn.