The year was 2001. I was in eighth grade. Every Friday and Saturday night, when my older sister was out, that meant the phone line was open and it was time to hop online and delve into the world of Diablo 2. I was somewhat aware of how awful I was at the game, but I still couldn’t get enough of it. As a 14-year-old, I had the sense I was an underdog in a population of gaming gurus, hackers, ladder jocks—college kids who could game all night without their mom kicking them off by 3:00 AM. I tended not to level up all that quickly because I spent over half my time hanging out in trading games. I didn’t have a scrap of gear worth trading. I just liked to ping people for trades, just to stare at all the high level gear they could show me. The idea of power farming alone was never quite as intriguing as socializing at the town square.
That Time I Got Scammed in Diablo 2
That Time I Got Scammed in Diablo 2
That Time I Got Scammed in Diablo 2
The year was 2001. I was in eighth grade. Every Friday and Saturday night, when my older sister was out, that meant the phone line was open and it was time to hop online and delve into the world of Diablo 2. I was somewhat aware of how awful I was at the game, but I still couldn’t get enough of it. As a 14-year-old, I had the sense I was an underdog in a population of gaming gurus, hackers, ladder jocks—college kids who could game all night without their mom kicking them off by 3:00 AM. I tended not to level up all that quickly because I spent over half my time hanging out in trading games. I didn’t have a scrap of gear worth trading. I just liked to ping people for trades, just to stare at all the high level gear they could show me. The idea of power farming alone was never quite as intriguing as socializing at the town square.