“The advancement of this society is so great, especially considering their lack of the magical arts,” thought Magic Omania as he traveled a plane very similar to that of Gielinor. It was rather simple for Magic Omania to discover this plane, and he wondered why he had never discovered this plane before. He found it during his “partnership” with the mahjarrat Sliske, who ended up betraying him and the other Zarosian mahjarrat by slaying Guthix. While Magic Omania worked as a secret agent for the Zarosian mahjarrat by acting as a Guthixian supporter, he looked up to the right while fighting K’ril Tsutsaroth and noticed a circled X on the walls of the cavern. Of course, he was quite preoccupied with fighting K’ril, and therefore did not have time to explore the X immediately, but rather noted its presence. Following the enormous battle to reach Guthix, Magic Omania returned to the circled X, was able to climb the walls of the cavern to reach the X. Upon pressing the circled X, he was prompted with a hovering text in front of his eyes which said “Log Out?” Curious, Magic Omania agreed to Log Out, and found himself sitting in front of a strange device with a magical screen. “But no, it’s not magic,” thought Magic Omania, and after casting an analysis spell, he confirmed that indeed, the device was completely scientific, advanced far beyond that of Gielinor’s sciences.
Magic Omania began to search this new plane for other magic users, others whom he might be able to share his craft with. He was directed to a circus, where he found a magician waving around a black wand with a white tip on top of some sort of paper stack. The audience was impressed at his ability to guess which paper a volunteer drew, but Magic Omania knew that it was simple eye trickery. There was no real magic involved here, but he introduced himself to the magician anyway.
“Good afternoon, sir,” said Magic Omania
“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” replied the magician.
“I am a Magic Omania, an outsider here, but a fellow magic user nonetheless. I was curious as to whether or not you might be a complete master of the arcane arts, or if you perhaps know another who is.”
“You are talking nonsense; everybody knows that magic is just underhand trickery.”
“Whatever do you mean? I use magic to assist with many of my endeavors, and these spells are no visual tricks.”
“I’m sure you do…” laughed the magician sarcastically.
Magic Omania then proceeded to cast a simple levitation charm on the magician, who then panicked.
“How on earth…” started the magician.
“Just a simple levitation spell, using one of each an air, law, and nature runes,” said Magic Omania
“Runes, what are those?” asked the magician.
At that, Magic Omania decided the man could be no help, so he departed, leaving the magician in astonishment and wonder. Wondering if there was any place to replenish his relatively empty rune stock, Magic Omania traveled to the nearest store. The shop turned out to be a bakery; when questioned, the baker informed Magic Omania he had never heard of anything called runes or rune stones.
“Perhaps you could direct me to a place where somebody might know,” said Magic Omania.
“There may be someone at the college, likely philosophy instructor,” replied the baker.
“Thank you for your help,” replied Magic Omania, and realizing he was running low on food, he asked “Do you perhaps have ten cake notes that I could purchase?”
Once again puzzled by this stranger, dressed in blue robes, the baker kindly said “it would probably be best if you returned to your home,” and proceeded to give Magic Omania “a few dollars to get you home safely.”
Upon leaving the shop, Magic Omania wondered who in their right mind had never heard of runes or noted items. “Maybe I can access my bank account somewhere” he thought out loud, drawing strange stares from the other people outside the shop. One kind woman stated “there is a Bank of America a few miles up the road.” Quickly thanking the woman, Magic Omania proceeded to follow the road, finding the bank after about an hour of travel. Inside the bank, the banker asked “How may I help you today?”
“I’d like to access my bank account, please,” replied Magic Omania
“Okay, could I get your account number?” asked the banker.
“My what?” replied Magic Omania, “do you mean my PIN number?”
“No sir, your account number,” said the banker.
“I don’t know my account number, or that such a thing even existed,” said Magic Omania, “indeed I was under the impression that you could identify any person based on their appearance.
“HA! Wouldn’t that be wonderful for all?” laughed the banker.
Fed up with these people and their lack of knowledge, Magic Omania stormed out and proceeded to seek isolation. After walking for hours and still not finding the limits of the city, he decided to return to the place where he first appeared upon entrance to this plane. That was when he saw a carriage, made of metal, seemingly being pulled by nothing. “The advancement of this society is so great, especially considering their lack of the magical arts,” he thought. The carriage stopped near Magic Omania, and the window panel slid down into the carriage, again seemingly by itself. Inside, Magic Omania saw a man gripping a circle of sorts which was attached to the carriage. The man spoke,
“Need a taxi?”
“A what?” replied Magic Omania
“A taxi, you know, for transportation to your destination,” replied the man.
“Oh, no thank you,” replied Magic Omania as he remembered that he had dropped a gatestone which he smuggled out of Daemonheim at the place where he entered this plane. He then teleported, leaving the man in the carriage dumbfounded.
The device was still exactly where Magic Omania had left it. “Good,” he thought, “finally something worked out on this plane.” Not aware of his knowledge of the device, Magic Omania impressed himself by operating the device and tapping a few buttons to return to Gielinor. Upon his arrival, he found Saradomin and Zamorak battling it out with each other, neither gaining a lead by themselves, but rather their followers deciding the battle for them. “What a shame, to not be able to decide the fate of one’s own battles,” thought Magic Omania as he stepped through the battlefield. “Maybe I can find Wahisietel somewhere; he will know what to do,” thought Magic Omania as he teleported to the Khardian desert, knowing exactly where Wahisietel would be without have to ask. In the city of Nardah, Magic Omania asked Wahisietel what he planned to do in order to assist with Zaros’s return.
“Just wait for the weak to meet their fate for now,” replied Wahisietel.
“An agreeable idea,” replied Magic Omania, having already thought the same thing.
With their short conversation finished, Magic Omania left and decided to give the new plane a shot again, so he returned and established himself as a musician. He slowly learned the way of these non-magic-users, but continued to practice his art in seclusion, using the multitude of runes that he stole from Wahisietel. During the daytime, Magic Omania was a freelance percussionist, but he has not yet forgotten the war which has reestablished itself in his homeland of Gielinor. “Maybe one day I’ll return,” thought Magic Omania, “but for now, the others will have to survive without me,” remembering his Jedi friends.
