Eleven years...
Eleven years man...
Eleven years is a long time to train. Eleven years is a long time to wait.
In that time i've... seen things, things you people wouldn't believe. I've seen Korean NANO-Commando's drown in their own blood on the white sandy beaches of Lingshan Island. I've finished the fight with the Covenant, stopped the Flood, and witnessed the fall of Reach.
I've stood waste deep in the blood of Zerglings as war once again ignited the Koprulu sector and I broke the swarm. I've beaten the Ceph out of New York, then flown to Vegas to fight the aliens who stole all our chicks only to realize that not only was I all out of gum, but I had become a sad pathetic anachronism without any self identity or redeeming qualities.
I was Left for Dead, then left wanting for more only to be given a sequel, and I raged. Then I was Left for Dead again anyway, because a good game is a good game. I stalked the sewers and ruins of Russia, first in Chernobyl, then into the depths of it's Metro in 2033.
I moved beyond physical products. I embraced digital retail, buying products I'll never hold in my hand but I will always know in my mind. I learned to hate EA, then love EA, then hate EA again, though my hatred for Activision remained eternal. I still partook in some Modern Warfare. Until I was asked to undergo Black Ops - never again.
I broke the Hive Fleet over subsector Aurelia and cleansed the Blood Ravens of their internal corruption. I fought the Orks on Graia, and wielded the Sword of the Stars with the Liir.
And now these memories will disapere... tears... in the rain... Because the Lord of Terror has returned. Because the last battle for Mount Arreat was ultimatly lost, even though Destruction was defeated.
Because at long last, Diablo is returning. And I have not been idle. I have been training. My wrist is strong. My fingers steady. My mind focused.
What sound does a goat man make when you kill it?
A:
Clicky...Clicky...Click.
Eleven years man...
Eleven years is a long time to train. Eleven years is a long time to wait.
In that time i've... seen things, things you people wouldn't believe. I've seen Korean NANO-Commando's drown in their own blood on the white sandy beaches of Lingshan Island. I've finished the fight with the Covenant, stopped the Flood, and witnessed the fall of Reach.
I've stood waste deep in the blood of Zerglings as war once again ignited the Koprulu sector and I broke the swarm. I've beaten the Ceph out of New York, then flown to Vegas to fight the aliens who stole all our chicks only to realize that not only was I all out of gum, but I had become a sad pathetic anachronism without any self identity or redeeming qualities.
I was Left for Dead, then left wanting for more only to be given a sequel, and I raged. Then I was Left for Dead again anyway, because a good game is a good game. I stalked the sewers and ruins of Russia, first in Chernobyl, then into the depths of it's Metro in 2033.
I moved beyond physical products. I embraced digital retail, buying products I'll never hold in my hand but I will always know in my mind. I learned to hate EA, then love EA, then hate EA again, though my hatred for Activision remained eternal. I still partook in some Modern Warfare. Until I was asked to undergo Black Ops - never again.
I broke the Hive Fleet over subsector Aurelia and cleansed the Blood Ravens of their internal corruption. I fought the Orks on Graia, and wielded the Sword of the Stars with the Liir.
And now these memories will disapere... tears... in the rain... Because the Lord of Terror has returned. Because the last battle for Mount Arreat was ultimatly lost, even though Destruction was defeated.
Because at long last, Diablo is returning. And I have not been idle. I have been training. My wrist is strong. My fingers steady. My mind focused.
What sound does a goat man make when you kill it?
A:
Clicky...Clicky...Click.
