In Memoriam (HCIM Deaths)

Sage Elsin was a ranger, his arrows sharp and bright!
He’d shoot for wealth and glory all ankous within sight.
His addy arrows flew from bow more swift than dragon flame,
Yet still he died to ankou blow, an elite was to blame.

His skill was of such great renown, he fought three anks at once
And safely ranged them one by one, while none of them could pounce.
Yet spawning by the side of him a mighty elite roared
And on our poor heroic friend, his enmity he poured.

Sage Elsin thought of leaving, yet spark of hope appeared -
He used an ank to shield himself. His mighty bow then reared
And pointing fine, and pointing true, it shot the elite sound
But yet, he noticed not I fear, his ‘shield’ lay on the ground.

Unhindered by the lesser ank, the mighty ank surged forth
And poured upon our ranger brave his devastating wrath.
It was too late to run or eat, too late for prayer too.
For with a great and mighty blow, this ank, our hero slew.

Alas for Elsin! All will grieve; yet heed of this, we take -
‘Tis better still to stay alive than die for bravery’s sake!
So ponder this, all hardcores, lest you suffer ill -
Though bravery is laudable, caution is better still.

RIP Sage Elsin
We will remember!

RIP Uranus TP
Poem in the works, watch this space.

Notes for poem:

RIP :C

Uranus TP was fearless and bold
Yet now in the wildy, likes lifeless and cold.
Oh what foul fiend could have taken his life?
Or what deeds of darkness, of warfare or strife?

Our hero was slaying some revs for a lark
When a deadly pker attacked from the dark!
He threw out a teleblock, thus trapped our TP!
He was pinned to the spot and unable to flee!

With spell after spell the pker attacked.
Our hero was wounded and couldn't fight back.
Then one mighty blast to our hero’s sweet head
And our dear Uranus lay stricken and dead.

So come all you hardcores, remember with me
The brave life and death of Uranus TP

RIP Uranus TP
We will remember!

Not going to lie,
that actually brought tears to my eye.

I'll miss him too <3

RIP Arne, a sad death

Dear Yah, we grieve at the thought of your grief, we weep at the thought of your tears
That a dark despair should so grip your heart that you cast off the work of years.
You sallied forth with your dire grim task to slay a king dragon so black
Believing deep down, that this was your last, you were never coming back.

Your grief led to anger, the fight was fierce, you  flung out your magic attack.
The Kbd was caught unawares. Unable to take the flack
He crashed to the ground, defeated and slain, of fires and life bereft,
While you in surprise, your staff still held high, gazed down on his body in death.

Yet even this, was not enough to quench despair so deep
For Yah with Death, a pact had made, that he was determined to keep.
Again he let fly, with staff raised high, spells flung at this fearsome foe,
Yet this time round he had no chance, his health was already low.

His mystic robes swirled round him in the wind from the dragon’s fire
He could no longer bear the heat – gave up to Death’s desire.
Oh sweet brave warrior, heart so true, yet caught in such dark despair,
Never again will your like be found, not here, nor anywhere.

Yah 1 3 T, we mourn with thee,  thy tears shall be our own,
‘Til once again, through all this pain
The seeds of hope be sown.

RIP Yah13T
We will remember!

What, Yah13t died?

Such a fun guy, his death will not be in vain!

RIP :c

Thank you for such a lovely poem I will back back and even stronger than before

Revenant Yah13t confirmed!

They should make a movie out of it, i know just the title for it:

The revenant by leonardo di caprioYah13t

Hahaha

HCIM Scap was a brave and fearless chap
One day he ventured forth with sword in hand
To fight the dragons blue, for his heart was strong and true,
And his sword protected all throughout the land.

And yet alas, one day, he became the dragon’s prey
He forgot to bring his anti-dragon shield,
And though his fight was fierce, he could not the dragon pierce.
He endured the flames refusing then to yield.

But his body, only flesh, could not stand with such duress
And the flames they licked his life and soul away.
Alas for brave Sir Scap, who was felled by death’s dire trap!
Yet his fame we still remember to this day.

RIP HCIM Scap
We will remember!

There once was a hardcore named Primitive Cats
Who snubbed all the orcs, all the goblins and rats.
There was just one target one thing he desired:
A wildy tier 10 hat so he’d be admired.

So into the wildy will gusto he barged
To kill all the bots there. With roaring he charged.
And many a bot in the fight lost its life,
Though little Cats knew of the impending strife!

For into the wildy a pker stole
A sneaky pker, name of Thydrago.
And while Cats was swinging his sword, unbeknown
This sneaky pker laid our hero prone!

So come all you hardcores, from this tale take heed
A hat’s well and good, but a life you still need!

RIP Primitive Cats
We will remember!

Sleepy Mirai Wild went a walking in the wild
'Twas 5am, her fuddled brain had made her like a child.
Her stroll was near the bandit camp, though yet she knew no fear
Since she had no intention to approach a bandit there.

Alas her sleepy fuddled head! A pker appeared
Then  Mirai in a panic was certainly afeared!
No food she had, she fled forthwith, in blind panic distraught!
Alas, into a bandit’s hands our heroine was caught!

She died to him, (oh sorry tale!) while pker looked on,
And now our Mirai’s hardcore skull, so tragically has gone!
Her life was short, and bitter-sweet, she lived it wild and free!
Our Mirai Wild has earned her place within our memory.

RIP Mirai Wild
We will remember!

Love it! My first REAL death poem. *sheds tear*

Mirai Leah wrote:

Love it! My first REAL death poem. *sheds tear*

Ah yes, got to say though, I preferred your not real one! ha ha

RIP!

No Fair, Leah gets two?!

Mat Mase wrote:

RIP!

No Fair, Leah gets two?!

Ha ha! Leah's first 'not real' poem:

Our Leah got into her head
For a poem, she'd rather be dead
By Gads and by golly!
Must punish this folly!
I'll whack up a Limerick instead!
Her poem shall not even rhyme!

Sorry it was so late in coming Ivar!

I pen now a poem in sad memory
Of a brave-hearted warrior whose name was Moley.
This hardcore was focussed on just but one goal
To rid us forever of one giant mole!

One hundred and thirty he’d killed in the past
Yet up from the mole hills they rose thick and fast!
And moley was caught in eternal campaign
To kill Giant Mole, again and again.

Armed with his imphide and brandishing staff
He charged on the mole with a confident laugh.
Alas! For such confidence hardcores should shun
Lest they fall in the darkness and never see sun!

‘Twas over a year now, our brave Moley died
And all of white Falador wailed as they cried,
For never his likes was there seen ere again,
Nor ever shall be, while the Giant Mole doth reign.

RIP Moley
We will remember!

RIP x_x

Twas a morning of ill omen when once Me4win set out
With sword and armour sturdy, and his heart was just as stout.
To kill the evil Elvarg and to save fair Gielenor
Was his one and only mission, and who could ask for more?

With sword afire and slashes he confronted the foul beast
Expecting soon its dire demise, then celebration feast!
Alas, he’d made a fatal flaw, he could not eat enough
And forgot his safety teleport to transport him in a puff!

The dragon was far stronger than poor Me4more had guessed;
He was a beast of fire and death, not measly household pest!
He wrought his ire of fire and claw upon sweet Me4’s head
And never ceased his onslaught until poor Me4win was dead!

Although we grieve our Me4’s death, his death, accept we must,
Until the day a new Me 4, shall rise up from the dust.

RIP Me4win
We will remember!

Pattern 10 enjoyed his life - took all things in his stride.
His hardcore feats brought him renown, his fame went far and wide.
He often donned his mystic gear to crush the goblin hoards
Returning jubilant each time to praise and great applause.

And yet one fatal morning, his luck pattern would fail
As Toofy wreaked his foul revenge! It was beyond the pale!
Our Pattern struck with fire blasts, his nature staff was flying,
with confidence his strong attack would leave old Toofy crying.

Yet Pattern failed to take account the power Lag can wield
To down even a brave hardcore whilst battling on the field.
And when Lag struck, our brave hardcore, just helpless, stood and gaped,
Unable yet to strike some more or make a quick escape.

His life flashed past his eyes, he knew his death was soon to follow.
Alas! It did! And at the hands of Toofy, known as ‘Hollow’.

His death was hard, his death was cruel, so tragic and unfair,
Yet though in grief we will not let it lead us to despair,
For even as I write these words, I see before my eyes,
Phoenix like, from fire of death, a Pattern03 doth rise!

RIP Pattern 10
We will remember!

Whilst writing the above two poems today, I got to wondering what the most frequent causes of F2P HCIM deaths were.
From the deaths just taken from our FC, I've compiled the following statistics. It's quite revealing! I shall keep these updated on the first post by the way.

HCIM f2p Death Statistics

(Where more than one cause has been a contributing factor, the death has been recorded in two sections.)

Hollowtoof: 7 deaths
PKer: 7 deaths
AFK/distracted: 7 deaths
Lag/DC: 4 deaths
Giant Mole: 4 deaths
Elvarg: 2 deaths
Suicide: 2 deaths
Bandits: 2 deaths
Port Sarim Invasion event: 2 deaths
Mossy Giants: 1 deaths
Hill Giants: 1 deaths
Edgeville mugger: 1 deaths
Invasion of Falador event: 1 deaths
Delrith: 1 deaths
‘Ghost haunted mine’: 1 deaths
Scorpian King: 1 deaths
Elite Ankou: 1 deaths
Greater demons: 1 deaths
Monotaur: 1 deaths
Blue dragons: 1 deaths
Ankou: 1 deaths