Hal took some clay from the ground and made the shape of a non-profit organization. Then Hal breathed gently into the shape. The organization gave gamers a collective voice to communicate their concerns. Hal called it the ECA.
Hal made a pretty mediocre website for it to live on. But the website, called
www.theeca.com, was full of many wonderful things. Discounts were found everywhere. Users sang in the forums, comments flowed through the e-mail, and newbies roamed across the FAQ.
Hal told the users that it was their job to take care of their new website. Hal blessed them, saying, "All these discounts are for you. Help yourself to anything you like. But never abuse the system, as the day you do, they will disappear forever."
One day, a user was shopping on Amazon when she heard a silky voice on her Ventrilo server.
"Has the ECA told you about the discounts you are entitled to as a member?" the voice asked softly. The user checked the channel and saw it was Lickwid_SnakeXX talking to her.
"The ECA has told us we can use the discounts as long as we don't abuse them" the user said to Snake.
"But have you heard that you can stack the Amazon discount codes to get 20%-30% off, and maybe more!?" I hardly think such a lovely discount would do any harm," Lickwid_SnakeXX lied.
The user calculated the discounted prices and thought how tasty they looked. She believed Snake's lie and redid all her preorders.
She felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She fidgeted and wondered what was wrong with her. Suddenly she realized that she was feeling guilty.
But the user hurriedly reported the exploit to friends on another forum anyway. Together they racked up thousands of dollars of purchases, knowing full well it was too good to be true. Soon the ECA was full of strangers with dollar signs in their eyes.
Then one day the exploitable discount disappeared completely. The new users wanted off the ship right away, but the ECA had grown so large they could not handle the sea of cancellations with the substandard account system in place.
Hal was sad that the users had screwed him and the ECA members over, but realized he was foolish to think that the average gamer would show any restraint. He told them they would have to send in a snail mail to leave the ECA. "From now on you'll have to take it up with your CC company if you can't afford a stamp." The ECA had become a darker place than before, and the true believers in the mission it strived for were left to ride the storm alone.