Chapter One: Not My Sorceress!
It was February vacation, and I was so happy, I can finally play Diablo II in peace without homework or distractions. I just came home from a long day of school, anticipating on what new adventures I'll encounter while playing Diablo. I had an AWSOME account, with a level 98 charged bolt / firewall sorceress—you know with Oculus, Shako, Que-Hagens, War Travelers, Lidless, +3 Sorceress Lighting Amulet, Magefist, Duel Sojs, and an awesome elite crafted belt with tons of plus lightning skills charms for her battle gear. And for her magic find, I had oh, well of course Ist Gull Dagger, Ryhme, Skulders, Perfect Nagel Rings, perfect Change Gaurds, perfect Goldwrap, and a shitload of small 7 magic find charms…. Well, the perfect sorceress was indeed in my grasp. All I needed was for her to turn into level 99.
So I came home that day, determined to do cow levels until my sorceress was that BEST sorceress in the world… but something tragic happened.
I plopped down onto my comfortable computer chair, logged into my account and behold! All my characters were gone except for my level eighty necromancer! My beautiful godly sorceress, gone! My Windforce Amazon, my duel Grandfather Barbarian, my Asassin, my Palidin, my Druid… all gone!!!!
I screamed…. All those hours of playing, of bragging to my friends about my godly account, gone. I got very very mad but still tried to maintain my composure.
I logged onto my necromancer, and joined cow games. I wanted to kill… wanted to kill players, for only players on Bnet would do this! I joined an eight player cow game and summoned my awesome fire golem, then I revived as many cows as I can, went back to town and HOSTILED every single one of those assholes who might have stole my account.
They say necro's can't duel, but this one can. Using bone prison, I focused on one player on a time and slaughter them all, and prevented them from getting their bodies…. The people cursed at me… or complemented me on necro's winning duels…. I didn't care…. I wanted revenge, especially for my beloved sorceress.
Okay, so I was a Diablo II addict, but what can I do? I live and die by the game, I got all my friends addicted and now they're blaming me. Oh well, fuck them… but I WANTED MY SORC BACK!!!
Suddenly, from all this fury, my mind began to turn dizzy as the things around me began to slowly blur then fade into a bluish cloud…
