Making a RuneScape account is the first time I remember walking willingly into trouble. I was 10– meaning my internet access was restricted pretty heavily – and this newfangled fantasy game was making serious waves at school. But my internet access was restricted pretty heavily, and attempting to sell my mother on RuneScape was met with immediate failure.
I didn't know how to spell the game's name, so trying to type RuneScape dot com took us to images of scantily-clad women instead of the thriving fantasy game I was expecting to demonstrate. Predictably, I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not to go on this site. Weeks later, driven to extremes by kids at school reverentially discussing places like 'Varrock' and 'Draynor', I did the unthinkable.
