As time passed, my brother has earned his weed leaf cape. It was until I earned my professional firemaking cape OSRS Gold. Our friend has made very little progress in his wizardry since I am around 20 levels more advanced in the arcane arts than him. This was only the beginning. We started playing mini-games. searching, and working on global happenings...
It's fair to say I'm addicted to it again, a habit that will only get more severe if I be able to hold Varrock right in the palm of my hand. The claws of RuneScape sunk into the most vulnerable parts of my brain and ignited this old passion to give me immense relief during one of the most uneasy and anxiety-ridden moments of my existence.
As I whirl away hours trawling through Falador and Draynor however, the peace of mind is more than worth it. It is possible that you RuneScape goblins and your fingers are covered with the power of fire sparked by Zamorak at the moment, could be smiling at how simple it is to obtain the firemaking cape or wondering why in 15 years this is the first cape that I've earned in my career.
But upon finally receiving my first skill cape in the past decade and a half, alongside my brother and my friend, I was beaming. There's a certain emotion when you play old games like this. Sometimes it's frustration because you aren't able to connect with your childhood self. Sometimes it's an intense personal recognition of how a title shaped your childhood.
Sometimes, it brings your mind back to times when you were a newer player, and demonstrates how far you've come in life. In the case of RuneScape the experience was little piece of all three. In my youth, if my self see me today RuneScape Gold for sale, he'd be very proud. Even grotworms cannot get my attention.