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Ling can be a jerk sometimes. Not that he kicks puppies or sets infants aflame and uses them for batting practice, but he might say or do things that will a majority of people might find mean or insensitive. This happens more and more the closer of a friend you are to him. Before you imagine what my life must be like, be prepared for whatever terrors and waking nightmares might befall you. These terrors may require a certain Lord.
Honestly, the only sin Ling is guilty of is a miniscule amount of sloth. He’s lazy, just like everyone else. As is the case, he’ll forgo formalities and needless social niceties. Because when you stop and think about them, they really are needless. Ling’s the type of person to stop and think. Along with multi-tasking, reliability and sincerity are among his qualities. He’s also an amazing cook. Actually, the word “amazing” does not do his cooking justice. An upstanding friend and person, in case the latter were ever in question. Occasionally he has been mistaken for a robot, also once, a vampire. Neither is true.
Ling backs me up when I’m not even sure of myself. If that isn’t a sign of a good friend is, then nothing is. Maybe this time was an indirect result, but it was a result nonetheless. We talked about changing the website to feature the comic on the front page, multiple times. Once Ling saw the responses to the current design, he became much more invested, and more vocal. Obscenities were thrown, realizations were made, and the design remains.
If that means that some of you won’t read these words again, so be it. I can live with that. You’re free to bookmark the comic page and forget about these posts. But Ling and I like this design, so we’re sticking to our guns. The show of said guns requires a ticket, but said ticket is free and readily available.
Back to terrors, and lords thereof, Diablo III was announced this past weekend. In case you missed that sentence, here it is again, in italics and bold, with an exclamation point: Diablo III was announced this past weekend! Fuck. Yes. I remember trying getting into Diablo I, but the interface left something to be desired, and the skeletons I smashed up on the first level of the cathedral basement were frightening. Diablo II was everything I wanted out of the first game, and more. I was often criticized for playing the game on single player, since games are serious business, and I was obviously doing it wrong. And while no one could delete my save game on Battle.net, I was forced into the item hunting bullshit marathon along with everyone else, since that option was there. Single player forced me to play the game on my own. It was a challenge, it was at times difficult, and there was no option for me to beg a level 86 Sorceress or Amazon to rush me through all three difficulties.
In short, I wanted to accomplish something, and I wanted that to be on my own. I’m not decrying the multiplayer, I had fun, but the reason I picked up the game in the first place was because I wanted to experience an involving story, which Diablo II delivered on. And, while sparse, it is where it needs to be. Blizzard has told us that the third iteration will focus even more on story, which thrills me to almost no end. Then I watched the gameplay demo, and my excitement knew no bounds.
The walls can be used to crush your foes. The walls can be used to crush your foes. If leaping into a battle from afar and slicing your enemies in a whirlwind of fury wasn’t enough before, now the very world you walk will tremble and break beneath your might. I don’t think I can accurately describe how happy a role playing game with a heavily interactive world makes me. And I am terrified. There is a big, scary, demon/devil thing waiting for me. All I can pray for is a crumbling old wall I can topple onto him.
- Leo
