"The shit they pull" Seriously, it was just the first thing I thought of to write. It's a quote. From the movie Point Break, (a good movie).

 

Diablo III - A disappointment

I’ll start with the good things, since there are not many of those.
Everything starts very promising in the first act, it’s dark and gloomy (if you like that sort of thing, which I do). The graphics makes it look sort of like an oil painting, very beautiful. It’s hack ‘n’ slash (a genre that I like), and killing monsters is satisfying. But that’s about it. 

The characters you play as doesn’t pique my curiosity, as they did in Diablo II. The whole game doesn’t pique my curiosity about anything. The achievements thing is just a mood killer, it doesn’t fit with a Diablo game. I don’t have this crave to play it at all, maybe in multiplayer. The fact that everything is voiced is great, but everyone talks too much!

Graphics is, as said, cozy. In Act I. Act II is slow and boring, I can hardly remember the third Act and the fourth, albeit nice looking, it feels like you’ve seen it before somewhere. The cutscenes are to die for, at least in the beauty aspect, but the story feels so shallow and forgettable.

Blizzard has also totally killed off any replayability in this game. Why should I play a barbarian again, when the skill choices I make aren’t at least semi permanent (it could cost you something to respec) or permanent. there’s no way I can try another build with a new barbarian that I can’t do with the first one.

I’m at Nightmare level, and the bosses are somewhat harder. So, I die, revive at the last check point and have to do everything again, from the start, including the dialogue. It’s too much dialogue. I just want to kill.

It just doesn’t feel as a worthy sequel of Diablo and Diablo II. Maybe as a stand alone game, but with the name Diablo, there’s going to be some pretty high expectations.

That was my two cents on Diablo III.

Ok…

…So, who do I have to sleep with to get the Australian television show “Raw FM” released on DVD/Bluray?

“I’m not crazy.
This is a place for crazy people” 

(Source: Spotify)

Club Delicacy membership pack arrived today. I am pleased.

Club Delicacy membership pack arrived today. I am pleased.

Landslide

“Blogito ergo sum”

Or something like that anyway. Blogging seems kind of faded and, frankly, so beginning of the century. Yet I can’t help sitting here spewing out my feelings tonight. Or in the very early morning, whichever you prefer.

Why is that? Because I’ve always found it easier to express myself with the written word, rather than letting my actions speak for me, or saying out loud what I feel.

So what is it that I feel? At this point, I’m not sure. I feel hollow. Numb. Sore (mentally, that is). Tired. And I feel weak in more ways than one. Weak because I cannot be my ‘normal’ self, for my partner’s sake. Weak, because I cannot drag myself out of this state (whatever it is, I think it might be more physical than mentally, somehow). Weak, because I can’t handle more stress than that. 

I’m probably not making much sense at all. I just feel like shutting down and recharge. Not talk to anyone, and that includes my love, which frustrates him of course. He wants to help, but I don’t think there’s anything he can do really, but just let me have my space. 

It is scary. I’m wondering if I’m heading to dark places. I’ve been there before and almost didn’t make it out alive. I think he’s scared of that also. Yet it feels different, I’m not really depressed, just really, really worn out. Worn down. Shutting down. Yeah, sounds good.

Meanwhile…

I should write here more often.

I wish I could be content. You know, live in the present and all that. Sometimes I am, and do enjoy the present. But let’s face it, that happens quite seldom, even if it is more now than it was.

There are nights (like tonight) when I tend to focus on things that I haven’t got, like for instance, a job. If I had a job, I could save up for something like maybe an apartment. Or maybe travel. Or get my lovely all the things he want for X-mas. (Yeah, I kind of want to spoil him rotten).

Something else I haven’t got is an education. I have no clue (that isn’t a childlike fantasy) as to what I want to actually be when I grow up. I turned three decades this year, so I am pretty grown up and ought to know what I would like to do. I feel like I am unreliable, in that sense that I can’t really trust myself. Some days I want this, other days I want that. I can’t seem to be consistent.

I guess what I want is a feeling of moving forward. To grow. I am impatient as hell just to top it off. Hm, I guess some nights it just doesn’t feel ok to relax. To be content.

Thank you Rosalind for posing for the picture for this post! :D

I wish I could be content. You know, live in the present and all that. Sometimes I am, and do enjoy the present. But let’s face it, that happens quite seldom, even if it is more now than it was.

There are nights (like tonight) when I tend to focus on things that I haven’t got, like for instance, a job. If I had a job, I could save up for something like maybe an apartment. Or maybe travel. Or get my lovely all the things he want for X-mas. (Yeah, I kind of want to spoil him rotten).

Something else I haven’t got is an education. I have no clue (that isn’t a childlike fantasy) as to what I want to actually be when I grow up. I turned three decades this year, so I am pretty grown up and ought to know what I would like to do. I feel like I am unreliable, in that sense that I can’t really trust myself. Some days I want this, other days I want that. I can’t seem to be consistent.

I guess what I want is a feeling of moving forward. To grow. I am impatient as hell just to top it off. Hm, I guess some nights it just doesn’t feel ok to relax. To be content.

Thank you Rosalind for posing for the picture for this post! :D

Adult points aquired. I now have a joined bank account with my sweetheart.

Adult points aquired. I now have a joined bank account with my sweetheart.