Judgment day is upon us; get off your asses.
I don’t mean “time to finally clean the yard,” or even “I should recharge the A/C in the car.” Something more important is here, and unless you’ve been sleeping in a coma or lived somewhere in Tennessee for the past decade: Diablo 3 hits servers tonight at midnight.
The last instance of Diablo graced the empty binary bits of our Windows 98 second edition hard drives and System 9 Macbooks in 2001. Your mouse is afraid and it has every damn right to unplug from your USB ports and play nice with kitty for a change.
Soon, the world (except for Australia) will be furiously clicking away in the utter darkness to move your new character, pick up gold and other sweet loots and vanquish those evil demons set upon our screens from the most demonic minds in Blizzards’ history. I for one, can’t wait.
I’ll write more about D3 as I stare wide-eyed into the abyss of sleepless nights and blood-pumping multiplayer sessions as I get a chance to move my hand from the crooked hook one gets after you hold your hand in one position for too long.
It’s on, bitches.
Hit me up on battle.net as drchristallant if you want to chat or play along.