Cursed Guardian

Lineage 2 isn’t just a game—it’s a lifestyle, a curse, and a beautiful disaster all rolled into one. I log in for “just a quick quest,” and suddenly it’s 3 a.m., I’ve joined a clan war I didn’t understand, and I’m shouting at strangers in broken English to heal me faster. I've spent more time trying to enchant gear than I have making actual life decisions. I’ve betrayed alliances, hoarded soulshots like a medieval dragon, and once went AFK for five minutes only to come back and find my corpse being danced on by an Orc with fashion sense. And yet, despite all this, I keep coming back. Because deep down, I know no other game lets me suffer so gloriously.