As time passed, my brother was able to earn his weed leaf cape. But not before I earned my professional firemaking cape. Our friend is making very little improvements to RuneScape Gold his wizardry as I am still about 20 levels better in arcane magic than him. However, this was only the beginning. We started playing mini-games, questing, working on world developments...

It's not a stretch to say that I'm addicted again and it only gets worse when I have Varrock right in the palm of my hand. RuneScape's claws dug into the most vulnerable parts of my brain, sparking this old love that gave me an immense amount of comfort during one of the most anxiety-inducing and uneasy moments throughout my lifetime.

As I whirl off hours playing Falador and Draynor and Draynor, the peace of mind is well worth it. The RuneScape goblins in your hands, ensnared with fire conjured by Zamorak at the moment, could be giggling at how simple it is to attain the cape of firemaker, or wondering why after 15 years, this isn't the first cape for skill that I've earned.

And when I got my first cape of skill after this decade and a half together with my brother, and my friend, I was beaming. There's something very emotional that comes from playing old games like this again. Sometimes it's anger that you don't have the same perspective as your younger self. Sometimes it's an intense inner recognition of how an title shaped your childhood.

Sometimes it takes you back to a time when you're a more novice player and makes clear the progress you've made in your life. With RuneScape it was a little part out of Cheap RuneScape Gold each. When my pre-teen self was able to look at me in the present, he'd surely be amazed. Even grotworms cannot take my shine.