Gaming and childhood embarassments
Diablo III came in the mail. I started a wizard named Scherzo, was gonna be ScherzoPontara like my Paladin from II but they reduced the character count and so that name wouldn't fit. Played for about eight hours straight, got to level 15, got my Templar hireling to level 15, got close to the end of Act I and then a message popped up saying the server was shutting down for maintenance in half an hour so I came off it.
Sam started a monk character and trained to level 12, then started a witch doctor because he wanted to continue the legacy of Killbobjr (The first character in Diablo II he got to level 80+), the druid class has been removed from III so he chose a witch doctor as the closest equivalent. He's also gonna play a female demon hunter so he can recycle the Killerslag name that managed to creep past the censorbots when he was creating an assassin in II.
In other gaming news, I reinstalled Sims 3 to test the new hardware since it wouldn't run on Fran before... And now 6 expansion packs are coming in the mail. Fuck, Sims is addictive!
A kid I went to junior school with, James Fenton, created a group on Facebook a while back. His parents used to record our school plays, so he's been salvaging the 90s shakycam parent-o-vision footage as best he can and uploading it. Right now he's uploading a Christmas play we did called Tarfa and the Trolls. I had one of the main roles and it's so cringe-inducing/hilarious watching it back.
ETA: Mark is back in the house after Dad gave him a new list of rules to follow. Mark greeted the list of rules with remarkable flippancy so I think him getting kicked out again is a short time coming.
Got to level 32 on Diablo III and trying to kill the titular bad guy is really tough because he's motherfucking cheap. It's not like in II where you can just neck health potion while he wails on you with fireballs/lightning and traps you in bone prisons. There's a 30 sec cooldown for potion usage which is a gameplay decision that makes no sense in-universe, why does it take that long to retrieve another potion from my belt and drink it? It's not like you can say he needs to prep the potion either, who'd be dumb enough to walk up to the physical embodiment of Terror without a fuckton of health potion already prepped. Also, hirelings get kicked out of combat so I can't rely on my Templar for healing spells.
I will manage it, it'll just take some inventive wrangling of my available skills to find a strategy that works and/or some level grinding.
Made pizza for the family on Friday. Went really well, best of the meals I've cooked so far. I'll probably make it again, not for a few weeks though since I want to broaden my culinary skillset a little. With the leftover yeast and flour, Dad and I are gonna bake some bread since it's something we can do together and we lack for bonding activities we both enjoy.
Sam started a monk character and trained to level 12, then started a witch doctor because he wanted to continue the legacy of Killbobjr (The first character in Diablo II he got to level 80+), the druid class has been removed from III so he chose a witch doctor as the closest equivalent. He's also gonna play a female demon hunter so he can recycle the Killerslag name that managed to creep past the censorbots when he was creating an assassin in II.
In other gaming news, I reinstalled Sims 3 to test the new hardware since it wouldn't run on Fran before... And now 6 expansion packs are coming in the mail. Fuck, Sims is addictive!
A kid I went to junior school with, James Fenton, created a group on Facebook a while back. His parents used to record our school plays, so he's been salvaging the 90s shakycam parent-o-vision footage as best he can and uploading it. Right now he's uploading a Christmas play we did called Tarfa and the Trolls. I had one of the main roles and it's so cringe-inducing/hilarious watching it back.
ETA: Mark is back in the house after Dad gave him a new list of rules to follow. Mark greeted the list of rules with remarkable flippancy so I think him getting kicked out again is a short time coming.
Got to level 32 on Diablo III and trying to kill the titular bad guy is really tough because he's motherfucking cheap. It's not like in II where you can just neck health potion while he wails on you with fireballs/lightning and traps you in bone prisons. There's a 30 sec cooldown for potion usage which is a gameplay decision that makes no sense in-universe, why does it take that long to retrieve another potion from my belt and drink it? It's not like you can say he needs to prep the potion either, who'd be dumb enough to walk up to the physical embodiment of Terror without a fuckton of health potion already prepped. Also, hirelings get kicked out of combat so I can't rely on my Templar for healing spells.
I will manage it, it'll just take some inventive wrangling of my available skills to find a strategy that works and/or some level grinding.
Made pizza for the family on Friday. Went really well, best of the meals I've cooked so far. I'll probably make it again, not for a few weeks though since I want to broaden my culinary skillset a little. With the leftover yeast and flour, Dad and I are gonna bake some bread since it's something we can do together and we lack for bonding activities we both enjoy.