"It was a hollow victory though, unsatisfying and entirely unglamorous. Another switch flipped inside me, I went to Mojang’s site and bought the kid his own Minecraft account. It was probably the wrong thing to do, it probably makes me a gullible fool, but I’d like to believe that somewhere out there, a 17 year old kid is playing Minecraft. He’s happy, he’s building things with his friends and he has a lasting memory of a weird Westerner he met while stealing his account. A Westerner that even though he didn’t have to, bought him a replacement account that he enjoyed for many years. In truth he’s probably blowing stuff up while tea-bagging his crazy online friends and laughing at how stupid I am, but, let an old guy dream, ok?"