In time, my brother earned his weed leaf cape, but not before I earned my professional OSRS gold cape. Our friend, however, hasn't made any advancement in his wizardry since I am an average of 20 levels higher in arcane magic than him. This was only the start. We began playing mini-games, doing quests, working on world news...

It's safe to say that I'm hooked and it only looks to get far worse If I can put Varrock right in the palm of my hand. RuneScape's claws penetrated the most vulnerable areas of my brain, which rekindled that old love to bring me an immense amount of security during one the most stressful and anxious times of my existence.

If I do whimper away hours clicking through Falador and Draynor The peace of mind is more than worth it. The RuneScape goblins with your fingers covered by the enchantment of fire created by Zamorak in the present, could be giggling at how simple it is to obtain the fire-making cape, or wondering why in 15 years of playing, this is the only cape that I've earned in my career.

And when I got my first ever cape with a skill the past decade and a half together with my brother, and my friend, I was in awe. There's something deeply personal when you play old games of this type. Sometimes, it's just frustration that it's difficult to see the same thing as your younger self. Sometimes it's a deep spiritual understanding of how a title shaped your childhood.

Sometimes it transports you to the time you were a more novice player and shows how far you've come in life. With RuneScape It was something from all three. If my younger self could look at me now, he'd be so extremely proud. You buy OSRS GP aren't able to take my shine.