This is a fanfic about Diablo 3 and ONLY Diablo 3. I only played the first version of it and not the remakes, so I won't be going into detail about any other game except just Diablo 3. And believe me, it won't be an easy fic to make on my part. I know that much. This fic will contain lesbianism, gore, mutilation, lots of blood, character death, and violence. Not recommended for those under 18 or those with a squeamish stomach. It will be another of my famous 'real world character gets sucked into video game' fics and my OC this time is Lisa. You have been warned about everything, so let's begin!
Ch1: Terrifying Teleportation
After a long day of practicing fencing for my goal of becoming an Olympic fencer, doing yoga for a good 45 minutes, and a good 3 hours of running on the treadmill at 4 mph while listening to awesome rock and roll tunes, it soon came to my favorite time of day: relaxing in front of my HD Flat-screen TV and playing some of my favorite video games. The only trouble today, however, was that it was raining, so I couldn't play any of the fancy MMO games that I was used to playing. It was then that I thought of playing my favorite among the MMO games that didn't require internet to work, the amazing wonder of Diablo 3.
"Okay, time to play you again, my old friend," I smiled at the game as I put it into my PS3 and turned on my system. And that's when I noticed something off about the game. When the system started up, almost the instant I clicked on the game, I could hear a loud crash of thunder outside and knew that my lightning rod had been knocked down from the sheer winds. And after three more seconds of the game starting up, another bolt actually struck the house right in front of me, hitting the television and PS3 simultaneously!
And THAT is when things started to go VERY bad! Instead of being unable to be played or used again, both systems looked to be short-circuiting and the TV was making a ton of different flashes of white noise at me. "What the hell?" I asked myself in fear as I tried to touch the TV and I then felt something agonizing happening to my body. It felt like every bone within me was beginning to harden and that my skin was unable to be felt anymore. I quickly passed out before I could see exactly what I was turning into.
I was very groggy when I awoke on some kind of soft, dirt patch. It didn't look like my old home at all and I could hear ravens squawking in the distance. It was then that I decided to get up and I immediately knew just from touching my hands to the ground that something had went wrong horribly. I looked at myself from my perspective and saw tattered clothes on my body, green, rotting flesh for my skin, and I could actually see my ulna bone (my elbow) when I moved my arm upwards. "Oh my god... I'm a ZOMBIE!" I exclaimed loudly to the skies, making the nearby ravens fly away from the yell I had made.
And I would immediately regret yelling to the high heavens that, because I could hear some strange moaning sounds coming from nearby. It was then that I finally began to realize where I was the moment I looked at the decaying corpses crawling near me. I had been transformed into a sentient zombie and I was in the starting area of Diablo 3! "Oh god... t-this can't be real... wait a minute..." I gasped as I reached behind me and felt something that was on my back. A sword and a hilt for it! "Well, time to make mince meat!" I smirked, knowing there wasn't any way out of this predicament now.
I quickly sliced off the heads of the first few zombies as I quickly made my way down the road to New Tristram's gates, the zombie hordes trying to break through, just like the first mission of the game. "Okay, zombies! Try taking on one of your kind on for size!" I exclaimed to get the undead hordes' attention, doing just that as well as the one in charge of New Tristram's militia, Captain Rumford.
"I-Is that a zombie? And why is she able to talk and-" Captain Rumford asked as I quickly slayed the three Risen Dead that came at me by slicing the first one clean in half from head-to-toe and decapitating the other two. "And... use a sword... like it's nothing?" Rumford gulped loudly. "You don't need to worry, sir," I frowned as I put my bloody blade away. "I'm here to help out and find out info about the Fallen Star," I said, hoping that they wouldn't try to kill me for looking like a corpse.
"This is very interesting... no risen dead have been able to be sentient, let alone be a master at swordplay... maybe you could help us out," Captain Rumford said, making the other three archers slightly baffled that he would say that. "What are you talking about, Captain? She's a Risen Dead for crying out loud! She just as well may have an affinity for brains just like these blokes!" the one archer growled as he pointed his crossbow at me. "Nah, I'm more into grilled cheese sandwiches and salads. By the way, more dead are coming," I frowned as I looked behind Captain Rumford and jumped behind him to decapitate a zombie that would've killed him otherwise.
"S-She saved the Captain! Everyone! Attack all the zombies but her!" the archer from before exclaimed as I continued to assist in defeating the rotting corpses one by one until they were all but defeated in a record-setting 10 seconds. "I've never seen anyone fight so well! What's your name, miss?" Captain Rumford asked. "My name is Lisa. Lisa Farthing. It's nice to meet you... now can I be allowed into New Tristram to find out any info about the star?" I asked. "You may, just be careful about the residents. They may not be too keen on wanting to be around, you know, a zombie with a sword," Rumford frowned as he ordered his guards to unlock the gates, allowing me access into New Tristram.
(Okay... now I need to find Leah... boy is she and the others going to be surprised about me) I smirked in thought as I walked into town without a care in the world, hoping that everyone else wouldn't think to look at me and kill me on sight, especially since I skipped through the town gates and kept on skipping to avoid any unwanted attention. "Um... is that zombie skipping like a school girl?" one of the merchants asked. "Teehee! Maybe," I smiled back at him with a wink, shocking him as well as the other residents. I stopped skipping when I arrived at the entrance to the Slaughtered Calf Inn. (I hope I'm not too late to help...) I thought to myself as I opened the doors and walked into the Inn.