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On Monday May 14th, I waited in a long line outside of my local GameStop for the release of a game that my fiancée was determined to pay off the weekend before. Diablo III, one of the most anticipated PC video games to be released from Blizzard Entertainment, was finally here after 12 long years. I personally had fond memories of Diablo I & II because I watched my Uncle play it when I was young. It really made me nostalgic for the 90’s. I never played Diablo myself until about two weeks ago, when I bought and started Diablo II: Lord of Destruction. When tackling an iconic and complex game like the Diablo series, you have to look at its past to truly define the strides it has made to differentiate itself from the preceding title.
The comparisons between Diablo III and II showcase Blizzard Entertainment’s care and attention to detail, that went into planning Diablo III. The obvious changes made to the game include: the visual graphics update, retooling of the skill bar system, diversity of character selection, and much more that gives little to complain about. Yet complain we will , there were certain aspects of the game that were not enjoyable, but did showcase how the company managed in a semi-crisis situation.
So me and the C.C Bros. tackled the game non-stop for a week, I from the past and they from the present, to show how Diablo III stands up against the scrutiny of loyal fans and newcomers to the series.
Give me a P. Give me an A. Give me an X. What does that spell? PAX…you dyslexic sucka duck! YES, the much-anticipated, annual, nerdfest PAX East (a la Penny Arcade) in Boston came, went and totally took advantage of the prime real estate that is my body. I need a breath mint, deodorant and massage from a small Vietnamese woman with mighty – yet gentle- hands (and is up for expected happy ending). For those of you scratching your heads wondering what the hell is PAX East?! First, I’d like to slap you upside the head for being an ignorant douche-canoe. This is our culture. How do you not know about this?!?! OK, here’s a quick run-through: PAX East, is like a smaller E3, but intended for consumers rather than developers. See, they get a bunch of video game hot shots to show off their hardware, software and um…in some cases hot chicks in tall boots
"These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do, one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."
Then, they invite the public to hang out and fall in love with all kinds of the latest, greatest gear and games on (or about to enter) the video game scene. Attendees can play games, attend panel sessions about all kinds of cool stuff, see live music and even compete in video game tournaments! Exciting, right? YES! Especially if you like shiny bags of SWAG, the occasional hot chick in costume, new technology, and inspiring speeches.
So now you have a pretty solid idea of what goes on in general. What might not be entirely clear to you is the feeling of “home”. *cue the violin for sappy time* Let’s face it, we as gamers are strange and weird. We typically don’t mesh well with the world outside our own. The acceptance in ordinary society is growing quite rapidly, but how many people in your life truly appreciate and understand your pleasure, your obsession, your escape? While we’re predominantly having too much fun to care, wouldn’t it be nice to be embraced by a collective mutuality? After all, you know gamer friends are the perfect circle of people you always want to hang out with. Why not a sea of thousands, all singing to the tune of “Let’s Play”? Simply put, PAX is your haven. Your heaven. Your home.
Now, onto swamp ass, girls and games.