Preach it: Diablo
Dear friends, I’m here to spread the gospel of Diablo.
Only I’m not, really, but I will say that I haven’t played a whole lot of games other than Diablo lately.
For some reason, the soul sliver CRACKS ME THE HELL UP. You click on it and it threatens your death. In a very deep trying to sound like Benedict Cumberbatch as Smaug voice. DEATH. DEATH. NEPHALEM. DEATH.
My crusader continues to take none of your shit, NPCs. Tyrael informs us that we’ll have to re-enter heaven to find the Angel of Death (thanks for that astounding logic, Sherlock). Emerges is shocked:
No one likes sewer levels, Blizzard, you cheeky assholes.
Meanwhile, my erstwhile demon hunter companion is really great at pulling multiple elite groups, usually including illusionists. This, therefore, is my constant fate in this game. You can block till your shield arm falls off but eventually someone’s gonna get a hit on you or you’re going to be walled into three arcane lasers or…
The following conversation usually occurs, in some variation:
Me: PAYBACK. What did you DO.
Payback: It wasn’t me, it was YOU, you … BOZO.
M: LOOK AT CHAT.
Chat: Payback has engaged Dread the Cursed.
P: It’s lying. The game, it lies.
And finally in Diablo land, these poor petrified souls looking for escape prior to death really got to me, BLIZZARD. You’re a sick, sick studio.
I’m still feeling a bit scattered because all my mind and energy is focused on the fact that I am mere days away from vacation. here’s what the weather looks like next week where I’ll be:
For comparisons sake, the weather on Cape Cod next week:
I’m no longer in a MOOD, but if I was, I’m pretty sure I could just roast it out of me under the sun. The real danger is, HOW WILL I EVER COME BACK.
I’m not bringing my computer with me next week, but I am bringing my iPad. So probably, aside from vaguely breathless rapturous posts about California, I probably will only be posting about Limbo and missing Baxter. And then I’ll come back refreshed and ready to write tons and tons more.