It’s a bit like walking into your house after a robbery. There’s that same feeling in the pit of your stomach as you approach a front door that’s been kicked in, but instead here you’re greeted by a naked character at the Diablo 3 selection screen. My poor monk, clad only in the scraps he started in, armor and weapons stripped, a sad look in his eye that tells me everything I need to know about what I’m going to find when I log in.
It’s gone, it’s all gone. Every piece of his gear, every treasure I’ve been amassing in my stash for the past eighty hours of gameplay. Every cent I’ve earned from the auction house, every legendary weapon that took fifty hours to drop. All of it, gone. As a final jab from the hackers, he’s equipped only with my account bound Cow Level staff, the only thing they couldn’t steal and salvage. They’re laughing at me.