Been tearing about on Diablo 3 some more. Cleaving a bloody swath through the hordes of wickedness and grabbing all the shinies doesn't really get old, to be honest.
Whether any of us admit it or not, a typical playstyle for just about everyone is smash-and-grab with capers. I still like having crafting along for the ride, especially since it's reliant on recycling excess goodies. Diablo is actually a good deal more upfront about the whole thing. Tristram's economy is based on looting dungeons, pillaging monsters, and robbing the dead. Even all the heroes and followers, who really come across as people that don't give a kobold's ass about filthy lucre, tear about and take everything that isn't nailed down. The scoundrel seems to be the only openly greedy one of the bunch.
By the way, the Crusader/Templar bromance the dialogue implies is fricking hilarious, but hell, closer to reality when it come to warrior types. Just no air guitar, please.
In other news, my thumbs kept mysteriously sliced open. Took two damn months to figure out my apparent subconscious emo tendencies were actually my belt developing some ever-so-slight burrs on the buckle. Wish the truth hadn't been so costly, though; tons of bandages and an out-of-print Videssos book all bloodied up now. Still better than finding a secret stash of Green Day and black candles hiding somewhere though. September's very over, so I'm awake now.
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