DING DING DING! Negrath is the first reviewer! He gets the prize! Err....note to self - come up with a prize... Anyway, a review means, you guessed it - A NEW CHAPTER! Here we go! Oh, and I don't own Diablo II, Blizzard does. If only I had THEIR income...
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Account Name - DreamWeaver87
Account Password - catharcana
Adrian moved over to his necromancer, a level 13 named Freylorn. He laughed a little at how powerful his character looked in that bone helm and impenetrable chain mail. That laugh soon turned to a muffled sob, as he realized what a mockery it was of his actual life. "No," he told himself. "You're not doing this to yourself again. It's just a game."
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Ringwraith69 is currently using Diablo II Lord of Destruction in game Fport.
Ahh good, Shamus was already on. Adrian smiled to himself as he typed in the game name. A level 13 necro might not be all that great, but hey, it was a start, right? He entered the game name and password.
Morkoth: heya adrian!
Freylorn: heya sham, hows it goin?
Morkoth: meh, not too bad...you?
Freylorn: not too bad myself!
Ahh, what a lie that was. If Shamus only knew...But then, that was the other nice thing about Diablo II - anonymity. He was no longer Adrian, he was Freylorn. He could command undead armies, summon spirits of bone to rend the flesh of his enemies, all while Shamus boosted him up with war cries from his Barbarian. He could hardly wait for their adventures to begin.
LOST CONNECTION TO BATTLE.NET
"WHAT!?" Adrian stood up quickly and started kicking at his computer. "Please, PLEASE don't do this to me...it's been a long day, I need a vacation for a few hours, come on, please..." But of course, no amount of begging would fix his internet. "That's what I get for going AOL," he sighed, slumping back in his chair. He let his head pound against the head rest for a few minutes, then resigned himself to walk downstairs.
"DAD! THE INTERNET IS DOWN AGAIN!" he yelled. There was no response. "Dad?" he called again, a little more quietly. Still no answer. Adrian slumped his way to the fridge, and saw a note taped to it. "Adrian. Gone to dinner. Figured you'd rather play your game, so we won't disturb you. If you're hungry, your dinner recipe will be on Channel 12 at 7:00. Love, Mom and Dad." Dinner recipe on Channel 12 at 7:00? He sighed under his breath. When would they learn he had no clue how to cook? He walked to the phone in the corner of the room and picked it up, quickly punching in those seven digits that he knew so well.
"Marsters residence, may I ask who's calling?" A soft female voice greeted him. "Yeah, it's Adrian...can I talk to Shamus, please?" "Oh, hiya Adrian!" Shamus' older sister Jen answered in that silky-smooth voice that always made the room feel twenty degrees warmer. "How are you?" He put his hand over the phone for a moment and gulped. "Oh, I'm fine!" he answered her, a slight quiver in his voice. "I'm sorry, Adrian, but Shamus just left! CCD class, you know." Adrian kicked the kitchen drawer hard. "What was that?" Jen's voice leapt from phone speaker right into his anger. "Everything OK?" "Oh, y-yeah, fine! I just, uh...dropped my weight!" "Your weight? You lift weights? How much can you bench?" Adrian cursed softly under his breath. How was he supposed to know? It was supposed to be a bluff, not an invitation to further humiliation... "Um, 40 pounds?" he answered weakly. There was no doubt about it - a muffled giggle could be heard from the other end of the line. "Oh, I see...well, Shamus isn't here, so I guess goodbye!" He stood with the phone in his hand about a minute after she hung up, thinking about that last word. Goodbye? What was so good about it? Bye, of course, but good? Was it that great to not have to hear him any more? He needed to vent. Bounding back up the stairs, he dove back into his computer chair, figuring Diablo II might be working by now.
QUERYING GATEWAY...
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UNABLE TO CONNECT TO BATTLE.NET
"DAMN!" he yelled, kicking the computer out of frustration. A loud cracking sound immediately told him what a stupid move that was. Hoping against hope, he looked down. The faceplate of the computer had been kicked clean off, his socks were torn, and there was blood beginning to spread throughout the fabric. One of the circuits had made a deep gouge in the arch of his foot. "WHY CAN'T ANYTHING GO MY WAY FOR ONCE??" he was screaming as he ran into the bathroom, soaking his bloody mess of a foot into the tub. "WHY? WHY? WHY THE - OUCH!!!" That water stung a lot more than he had been expecting. Great. This would give him just enough time to contemplate how much trouble he was going to be in once his parents got home. He had broken the new computer that his dad had been saving up for for a good six months now. There would be more blood shed than just his foot tonight, he thought grimly...
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Wow, was that plot development or are you just happy to see me? As usual, R&R, ask if you want to be put in (This means you, Negrath!) I'll work on a new chapter as soon as I get a chance, but this seems like it'll be a fairly quick ongoing story. I'll try my best, if it's requested!
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Account Name - DreamWeaver87
Account Password - catharcana
Adrian moved over to his necromancer, a level 13 named Freylorn. He laughed a little at how powerful his character looked in that bone helm and impenetrable chain mail. That laugh soon turned to a muffled sob, as he realized what a mockery it was of his actual life. "No," he told himself. "You're not doing this to yourself again. It's just a game."
-Enter Chat-
/f list
Ringwraith69 is currently using Diablo II Lord of Destruction in game Fport.
Ahh good, Shamus was already on. Adrian smiled to himself as he typed in the game name. A level 13 necro might not be all that great, but hey, it was a start, right? He entered the game name and password.
Morkoth: heya adrian!
Freylorn: heya sham, hows it goin?
Morkoth: meh, not too bad...you?
Freylorn: not too bad myself!
Ahh, what a lie that was. If Shamus only knew...But then, that was the other nice thing about Diablo II - anonymity. He was no longer Adrian, he was Freylorn. He could command undead armies, summon spirits of bone to rend the flesh of his enemies, all while Shamus boosted him up with war cries from his Barbarian. He could hardly wait for their adventures to begin.
LOST CONNECTION TO BATTLE.NET
"WHAT!?" Adrian stood up quickly and started kicking at his computer. "Please, PLEASE don't do this to me...it's been a long day, I need a vacation for a few hours, come on, please..." But of course, no amount of begging would fix his internet. "That's what I get for going AOL," he sighed, slumping back in his chair. He let his head pound against the head rest for a few minutes, then resigned himself to walk downstairs.
"DAD! THE INTERNET IS DOWN AGAIN!" he yelled. There was no response. "Dad?" he called again, a little more quietly. Still no answer. Adrian slumped his way to the fridge, and saw a note taped to it. "Adrian. Gone to dinner. Figured you'd rather play your game, so we won't disturb you. If you're hungry, your dinner recipe will be on Channel 12 at 7:00. Love, Mom and Dad." Dinner recipe on Channel 12 at 7:00? He sighed under his breath. When would they learn he had no clue how to cook? He walked to the phone in the corner of the room and picked it up, quickly punching in those seven digits that he knew so well.
"Marsters residence, may I ask who's calling?" A soft female voice greeted him. "Yeah, it's Adrian...can I talk to Shamus, please?" "Oh, hiya Adrian!" Shamus' older sister Jen answered in that silky-smooth voice that always made the room feel twenty degrees warmer. "How are you?" He put his hand over the phone for a moment and gulped. "Oh, I'm fine!" he answered her, a slight quiver in his voice. "I'm sorry, Adrian, but Shamus just left! CCD class, you know." Adrian kicked the kitchen drawer hard. "What was that?" Jen's voice leapt from phone speaker right into his anger. "Everything OK?" "Oh, y-yeah, fine! I just, uh...dropped my weight!" "Your weight? You lift weights? How much can you bench?" Adrian cursed softly under his breath. How was he supposed to know? It was supposed to be a bluff, not an invitation to further humiliation... "Um, 40 pounds?" he answered weakly. There was no doubt about it - a muffled giggle could be heard from the other end of the line. "Oh, I see...well, Shamus isn't here, so I guess goodbye!" He stood with the phone in his hand about a minute after she hung up, thinking about that last word. Goodbye? What was so good about it? Bye, of course, but good? Was it that great to not have to hear him any more? He needed to vent. Bounding back up the stairs, he dove back into his computer chair, figuring Diablo II might be working by now.
QUERYING GATEWAY...
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...
...
UNABLE TO CONNECT TO BATTLE.NET
"DAMN!" he yelled, kicking the computer out of frustration. A loud cracking sound immediately told him what a stupid move that was. Hoping against hope, he looked down. The faceplate of the computer had been kicked clean off, his socks were torn, and there was blood beginning to spread throughout the fabric. One of the circuits had made a deep gouge in the arch of his foot. "WHY CAN'T ANYTHING GO MY WAY FOR ONCE??" he was screaming as he ran into the bathroom, soaking his bloody mess of a foot into the tub. "WHY? WHY? WHY THE - OUCH!!!" That water stung a lot more than he had been expecting. Great. This would give him just enough time to contemplate how much trouble he was going to be in once his parents got home. He had broken the new computer that his dad had been saving up for for a good six months now. There would be more blood shed than just his foot tonight, he thought grimly...
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Wow, was that plot development or are you just happy to see me? As usual, R&R, ask if you want to be put in (This means you, Negrath!) I'll work on a new chapter as soon as I get a chance, but this seems like it'll be a fairly quick ongoing story. I'll try my best, if it's requested!