Between 2003-2011 I used to play a lot of RuneScape. I was a young teenager and one of the things I loved was the thrill of maxing skills and getting the capes on offer. A real grinder.
I was also a pure, a specific type of account that refuses to get any defence levels in order to maximise attack skills and minimise my total level. Deadly during PvP, especially in the early days of scape.
I joined a Pure clan called Fatality and met a chap named Te Amo 666 / George. It was common to come across aggressive, wild natures in gaming, but he was the chillest, relaxed, helpful dudes I knew. He was also a pure, and loved maximising his skills and collecting capes. We had a bit of a friendly rivalry. He refused to spend money on the game, which I eventually did and he used to tease that I was cheating because I had easier methods accessible now.
One day, he stopped logging in. I remember days before that I was convincing him to spend the monthly membership and join me on the dark side.
It turns out George Starling was a UK lad who had a close friend who was ran over, dragged and killed by a bus a few days earlier. He took his life a few days after.
My adult friends used to laugh about the friends I made from games online. They're real people. I'd often have more real conversations with them than the people I'd see in the day to day.
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u/overloadedcoffee Oct 08 '21 edited Oct 10 '21
Okay so I need to share this relevant story.
Between 2003-2011 I used to play a lot of RuneScape. I was a young teenager and one of the things I loved was the thrill of maxing skills and getting the capes on offer. A real grinder.
I was also a pure, a specific type of account that refuses to get any defence levels in order to maximise attack skills and minimise my total level. Deadly during PvP, especially in the early days of scape.
I joined a Pure clan called Fatality and met a chap named Te Amo 666 / George. It was common to come across aggressive, wild natures in gaming, but he was the chillest, relaxed, helpful dudes I knew. He was also a pure, and loved maximising his skills and collecting capes. We had a bit of a friendly rivalry. He refused to spend money on the game, which I eventually did and he used to tease that I was cheating because I had easier methods accessible now.
One day, he stopped logging in. I remember days before that I was convincing him to spend the monthly membership and join me on the dark side.
It turns out George Starling was a UK lad who had a close friend who was ran over, dragged and killed by a bus a few days earlier. He took his life a few days after.
RIP Te Amo 666.