I’ve been playing more Diablo II again lately. I cannot resist the temptation to reach that “one more” level or waypoint or completed quest.
My current focus is on Barak, my werebear Druid. As of this weekend, he’s one of the only characters with which I’ve killed Diablo in solo play. (Yes, I’m a great big wuss. Quell surprise.)
We invited the Bourgos over last night for gaming and general family chaos. Amy and Michael and Wendi and I tried to remember what our “group-game” Diablo II characters were, then tried to remember how to play D2 effectively as a foursome. We made a lot of progress into Act 3 Normal, but Michael and I are chafing at the long wait ahead of us before we can use our best skills. (A werewolf Druid and a Javezon are both nearly useless until at least level 30, when Fury and Lightning Fury become available respectively.)
I suggested that we should get our best-of-the-best-of-the-best-sir characters from our respective homes for a superstar romp through Act V or maybe the Cow level. We’ll see what happens with that, as well as Michael’s idea to bring over his wheel for some head-to-head Need For Speed V competition. (Some challenge that will be. His wheel versus my gamepad should be no contest at all!)
Ah, I love multiplayer gaming. Who says that computer games cut us off from social interaction? “Hey, I wanted that amulet, you @#$%!” “Geez, stop hogging all the (gold, gems, runes)!” “Argh, I’m *#^%ing dying over here, help!” “Where are you guys?” “Would someone throw me a Town Portal please?”
