None of it was a strategy, it was all very organic. One thing led to another and innocently enough I ended buying low, selling high, and starting to do pretty well for myself. Every day I would log on, make my usual shop rounds in search of rare art for my gallery then settle into a cantina (usually in Mos Eisley or Bestine) where I would watch the chats for someone that wanted to buy something. While I did that I would switch to my “main” for a bit and grind mobs that dropped pieces to make rare art items. I had unintentionally memorized the general rates of most desired items and who sold them for cheap.
I’d see a “WTB-thing” and send a tell saying I knew where to get the thing if they wanted it, how much time I needed, what it would cost, etc. Travel, buy, re-sell. I loved doing it and not only did it make the merchant, the maker, and myself money but I re-sold to the buyer at a rate that was still less than the average price! Everyone was happy!
As a rule to myself I would NEVER hide what I was doing if asked and I would NEVER claim I made the items. I always gave credit to the makers. Most people didn’t care, they just didn’t want to have to go find an item for themselves. I distinctly remember a conversation with one player.
Him: “Do you make this stuff?”
Me: “No, I’m just a guy that knows where to get things.”
Him: “So I could find it cheap for myself if I wanted to?”
Me: “Yep but first you would have to locate it, then you have to travel to the location. I’m a fair guy and you are the first person that has asked me about my line of work so I’ll even give you the general location. It’s in the town near Fort Tusken.”
Keep in mind at this time just to use fast travel via a shuttle it was (up to) a 5 or 10 minute wait! Can you even imagine trying that on players now days! The RAGE! Back then it meant bio or food break or even, dare I say it, socializing! (I can’t remember the exact wait time-damn age)
Him: “So I’m basically paying you to get the item and deliver it?”
Me: “Yep, and I’m still selling it to you cheaper than you’ll find around Bestine.”
Him: “Ok, that works.”
Ah, the power of convenience. While my friends were all doing rancor missions, or alting dancers in skimpy clothing and flirting for easy cash I found my own niche market. I made my own profession within the fabric of the game because the game itself was so open it allowed me to do so. I was happy. Life was good. I had money, a nice little shop, a beautiful guildhall art gallery full of the finest items money could buy! When I couldn’t buy them I used my main to grind for them! These were the good times.
Soon I was introduced to a different, very dark side of SWG that, until this point, I never knew existed in gaming. I was just a guy that was entertained by a unique playstyle, unfortunately that style started to interfere with players that take gaming to a far different place than I do. What was entertainment to me, was a real life business to them, and they didn’t like what I was doing...