The following is an account of my being hacked that I wrote last week for a college course. The essay prompt was regarding computer interactions. And although I've long since quit Runescape (despite having almost a year of gameplay), I thought someone might enjoy reading this -- so I'm posting it here.
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I rush home from school, dive for my bed, and open my laptop. As I log in, I am teleported to the land of Runescape: a land of wizards and warlocks, demons and dragons, spells and swords – a land of crowns and kings. It was a massive multiplayer online role-playing game with millions of players. Back on Earth I was Nathan, a mild-mannered sophomore in high school with an acne problem. In Runescape, I was the Hero of Gielinor. I slayed the dreaded dragon Elvarg in the pits of Crandor, settled the feud between the Moonclan and the Fremennik, and unlocked the secrets of an ancient magic. I was a knight of the Saradomin Temple of Falador, a warrior of the Dwarven Black Guard, and an agent of the Gnomish Elite 10th squad. I braved the evil swamps of Morytania to the east, the desolate unlawfulness of the Wilderness to the north, the unforgiving Kharidian Desert to the south, and the mysterious and untamed elven lands to the west. In short, I was someone with value and it felt more real than real life. To quote Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” While I had amassed a wealth in rare items that most players had only dreamed of, that wealth struck greed and envy into the hearts of others. And as I would soon learn, when consumed by greed there is no atrocity to which a man is incapable.
15-Jan-2015 07:30:14