It's fair to say that I'm hooked again and OSRS gold only will get worse when I hold Varrock within my palm. RuneScape's claws penetrated the most vulnerable parts of my brain, and rekindled the old passion that brought me an immense amount of comfort during one of the most uneasy and anxiety-ridden moments throughout my lifetime.
As I whirl away hours clicking through Falador and Draynor but the tranquility of my mind is definitely worth it. It is possible that you RuneScape goblins and your fingers are covered with the flames conjured by Zamorak right now, might be thinking about how easy it is to get the firemaking cape, or wondering why in 15 years it's the only level of skill I've earned.
And when I got my first cape for skill after about a decade and a half together with my brother as well as a my friend, I was beaming. There's something deeply emotional that comes from playing old games that you've played before. Sometimes it's just frustration when you aren't able to connect with your younger self. Sometimes it's an intense spiritual recognition of how a title helped shape your childhood.
Sometimes it transports you back to the time you were a much less skilled player, and demonstrates the progress you've made in your life. When it came to RuneScape gold it was a more from all three. My younger self would see me now, he'd be so very proud. Not even you grotworms can take my shine.