Blizzard, you've done it again!
Sunday night. I look up, red-eyed, in a daze. Oh my goodness, I've just spent the whole weekend playing Diablo II. My character, the Assassin Sinistra, has just gotten killed by a huge swarm of Baal's minions in the very creepy Act V. I sit here, with Jeff's laptop next to me, tempting me. I could just open it, and play. Ah, the grim sounds, the "shick" of Town Portal, the echoing holler of my Shadow getting killed.
Diablo II has a subtle undertone of menace, of evil and misery overtaking the world. Like Lord of the Rings, it provides a gloomy backdrop that leaves you in a perpetual state of anxious fear. Even though my character is a fighter for good in a world that desperately needs her, there is no peace at the end of her journey. Darn it, when you finish this game, you can start it at the beginning again, only it's gotten harder. Ack.
Hmm. Enough pondering. Let me open up that seductive black case and see if I can get my body back in short order.
Diablo II has a subtle undertone of menace, of evil and misery overtaking the world. Like Lord of the Rings, it provides a gloomy backdrop that leaves you in a perpetual state of anxious fear. Even though my character is a fighter for good in a world that desperately needs her, there is no peace at the end of her journey. Darn it, when you finish this game, you can start it at the beginning again, only it's gotten harder. Ack.
Hmm. Enough pondering. Let me open up that seductive black case and see if I can get my body back in short order.