In those days, "downloading" a game wasn't a matter of minutes. It was a test of patience, a battle against a fickle dial-up connection that could be defeated by a single phone call from his mother. Marek watched the percentage climb— 42%... 43% —while flipping through a gaming magazine. He had read about the and the five new character classes. He could already imagine himself as a Necromancer, raising an army of skeletons in the Blood Moor. Suddenly, the modem hissed and the connection dropped.
The year was 2000, and the blue glow of a CRT monitor was the only light in Marek’s room. On the screen, a progress bar crawled forward under the header: Pobierz grД™ Diablo 2 na komputer
"Marek! I need the phone!" his mother called from the kitchen. In those days, "downloading" a game wasn't a