Since you are supposed to give me those necessary items that would make my toons godly I have some concerns of your true friendship. I battle hordes of monsters, super elites and a guardian to get the essential cash to pay you.
What do you give me in return?
Nada, nuffin. zilch. sweet FA.
What saddens me even more is that the snot nose little adolescent teenager down the road rings me up and says how you gave him such nice apparel in two days. Now I understand that in the past I may not have treated your sister with the respect she did not deserve but really, what gives.
Tell me why you hate me so much because it seems that to get end game gear now you just sit on the lounge waiting for the RIF phone to call so you can give to said above.
Yes I am making fun of this but its such a sad fact of how this game is going now.