I was a pirate. There. I said it.
I still remember my first piece of warez. It was the Winter of 92. This was before the internet hit big times. Back then, the internet was still fledgling. There were only a few nation-wide carriers, mainly Compucom, Prodigy, and GENIe, but the way to go back then was with a local carrier. They would usually offer you the best dollar per minutes deal. Yes, that's right.... there was no "unlimited" plan back then, we paid for minutes, roughly $35-50 for 20-30 hours a month.
But I'm getting ahead of myself with all this fangled internet talk. The internet was for rich people. The rest of us had BBS.
The BBS systems were pre-internet.Local PC stores used to carry these PC newspapers for free, and in the back of the newspapers you found telephone numbers for local BBS systems. The systems were setup for people to exchange ideas, theories, communicate online, much like an internet forum. I remember grabbing one of these magazines, rushing home, sitting in front of a 386 and basking in the light of my 14.4k modem as it screeched to lands unknown. I had no idea what was to come.
During one of my frequent calls to random BBS systems, I befriended one of the operators, who let me in on a secret: The BBS systems were not only for communication between people, but filesharing. Namely, illegal filesharing. "I will give you three days to heaven" he said. A new menu appeared in the front page. A secret warez menu. I delightfully clicked.
Monkey Island! One Must Fall 2097! Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade! Kings Quest! Hero's Quest! Doom! Wolfenstein! I was in gaming heaven. And it was free. All free. I silently held my excitement as I sat there viewing all the gaming opportunities, lest my parents hear me downstairs and come shut off my preciouuusss.... "Three days? Three freaking days!?! That's not enough time!!!!" I thought to myself. There was no way to download during the day, because the phone lines would be tied up and my parents would know something was amiss. My plan was to fake going to sleep, get up in the middle of the night, and start the download. I would then go to sleep and wake back up before my parents, turning off the PC. No one would be the wiser. I put my plan to action. "Good night", I told my parents in my ninja turtles PJ's (I was 10 at the time) and went to "sleep". 10, 11, midnight passed, and I finally heard my parents bedroom door close. I crept back up the stairs and turned on the PC. I was ready to go.
During the next few months, I would secretly hop from BBS to BBS, exchanging warez games like Pokemon cards. Those were simpler times. There were virtually no griefers. No fanboys. No script kiddies. No 4chan. Pedophiles were still stalking children the old fashioned, lollipop in the park kind of way. People online helped each other, were honest. There was a certain unspoken code of honor between online users. Anonymity did not translate into rudeness or social irresponsibility. They were good times. They were naive times.
Then it happened. The era of AOL was upon us. The online community would never be the same..........
To be continued....
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