Travelling through the centre of Varrock, I' m overwhelmed nojust how much the game has changed since
I left it in 2001. My turquoise beard is now a dull brown goatee, and my pink trousers have ceased to exist
and not even in a sexy way.
Amazingly, one of my previous contacts is still playing - a man called Crak who used to be a boy called
I think he used to know my brother. I ask if I' d paid him to mine coal for me ten years ago, but
he doesn' t remember.
I' d like to give something back to the community I once abused, but it' s unclear what I can do to help. Ten
years orphange have evolved Runescape into what looks like a proper MMO, and I don' t really understand
what' s going on. My attempts to buy a clear conscience are met with the shrug of an eroded economy-
Illegal currency sellers offer millions offodd for the price of a fancy sandwich, and my enquiries as to
whether or not my fortune of is "a lot of money” are met with a simple answer: 'Nod'
I used to be a Runescape mogul, but now I don' t know what to do. probably won' t log on
ever again, so the only option at this point would be to convince Jagex to give me his personal account
details so that I could track him down and apologise in person. Maybe I could pop overdo his house and
give his kids a bag _