iDios Mio! Es el Diablo...TWO!

Howdy all you MMORPGers, RPGers, and people with enough sense to appreciate a good game session. I was thinking about something the other day whilst working twelve hour days painting for some god-awful reason. I really miss playing Diablo II. The great thing about it, I always thought, was that if you were sick of the moronic internet population, you could play the story offline. It was pretty much the same experience... except you wouldn't walk into a shiny red portal labeled COW at level 2, try to see what was going on and get GANG RAPED by 243875097 Bipedal cows with halberds nonchalantly moo-moomoomoomoo-moo-ing as they liquify your face. Ahhhh good times!

I usually have two character saves on rpgs, because I like to switch back-and-fourth between a melt-you-face-mage and a smashy-smashy barbarian. On D2 I played almost exclusively as a necromancer. (That's right...I'M the one who needs those bodies, not you!). There is something so satisfying about raising a legion of skeletal pals to help you do your bidding. Throw in a bone wall here or there, a decent gemmed bow, and enjoy not getting decapitated by your foes. Boss fights are a little harder, however, and require many potions and TPs to narrowly escape death...but what's the fun of a game without risk and thrill?

Granted this game came out some ten-or-so years ago, and the graphics are a little lacking, but it is still in my rotation of games to replay. I mean come on, it's in the 2000 Guinness Book of World Records for the fastest selling game. Also, the Battle Chest version containing Diablo, D2, and the expansion: Lord of Destruction, is still available in stores with a $30 price tag; some games just never die...especially a decent fantasy mmorpg without a monthly subscription.

A side-note: This is not a chapter of the seemingly ever-popular nostalgia theatre rantings, but rather a 'why not?' post about something I've been turning over in my head for the past few days. I love a game that can take you back to a specific memory and bring comfort to you while you are crouching, contorting, and sweating for the 11th consecutive hour of a minimum-wage paint job. Gee Willikers, being AFK sucks!

-GIB