Another good song from spring of 2011.
Discovered this in 2012 during the winter season of ladder back when I was #1 on the Expansion Hardcore Sorceress ladder as Thunderer aka. Thunderbird@USWest. Best Sorceress I have ever made. Used to drink bottle of whiskey every day back then.
When I ask someone to get me a pizza and they come back two hours later with a cold pizza and two pieces are missing...
Duke God hitting level 95 on Classic Hardcore in Europe. This is low for him, I have seen him as high as 97 on the Hardcore ladder before. Best 1.10+ Diablo II player since JRsRevenge in 1.09? I think so.
The name says it all. This is a picture of the admin at PureKaoz. Looks like he has a hot-room in his basement with 16 towers to run all of his crash bots. Even though PK is long dead, he is waiting patiently for you to log in so he can taste your face.
Good song from winter ladder season in 2011, listening to Drum and Bass and playing around with D2NT.
"We all met one night under the stars at a campfire. I had traveled west to arrest a man named Gheed. He was wanted for selling herbs without a license. When I first arrived there, the Amazon in the camp would not let me arrest him. She convinced me to look away from the matter and introduced me to Akara, who would not speak to me before. That is when our quest began. She told us of a town named Tristram and a man named Cain and a Warrior. We left town and the Barbarian took the lead. The Barbarian was the only one who could resist the power of the Sorceress. The rest of us were under some kind of spell. She followed shortly behind, but sometimes she appeared in front of us. Was my mind playing tricks on me? What kind of black magic is this?
There was something about the stone on her forehead that drove me to temptation. Could it be a fragment of the legendary Soulstone? Maybe she knows something about the where-abouts of the Warrior. I was not easily fooled by charms, but I became twisted and filled with lust. I lost my power to resurrect, well, actually I refused to lay my hands on anyone but her. I was possessed. The Necromancer tried to curse me, but I wasn't listening. When we arrived in Tristram, she didn't attempt to save Cain. She was only interested in the child. I searched for any clues as to where the Warrior went, but Cain told us through the bars of his cage that the path to Hell had closed and he never returned. We left him in the cage and quickly traveled east without killing Andariel, or did we? I don't recall.
I didn't talk to a single person on our travels. All I could think about was the Sorceress. Suddenly a blue portal opened and I entered hoping she would be on the other side. Tyrael greeted me when I entered the portal. I spoke to Tyrael and freed him like the hero I am. Did the Sorceress open that portal? How did she know where to find him? She probably knows all the waypoints here, I thought to myself. I must have dozed off for only an hour. We traveled east by boat. Night fell and all I could think about was her. I got lost in the thought of her touch. I felt great pleasure and I could feel the essence of man climb up my shaft. I became wet in the pants and my green trousers had been stained with lust. It felt like her mouth was wrapped around my phallus and I felt my soul leave my body. Suddenly, I thought of Tristram and I felt a great burning in my mind where my soul used to be. I jumped over the side of the boat and landed in the cool waters of the ocean.
I quickly passed out from suffocation, and when I awoke, I was in the cabin of the ship. I was covered in sweat like I had just awoken from a passionate dream. We arrived in the jungle and I traded what little gold the party shared with me for a minor mana potion. I took a drink and groaned with relief as I smacked my lips and wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand. Where did she go? I only turned away for a minute. A portal opened and once again I felt compelled to enter. Could it be from her? Does she know all the waypoints? I entered the portal and there she was, standing next to a violent blizzard, her eyes glowing brightly. Mephisto died quickly and a bridge made of bones rose up from the moat of blood and we all traveled through the red portal. When we arrived in The Pandemonium Fortress, I bought an antidote potion and we all passed it around to cure the sickness from Mephisto's noxious fumes. I lost count, but Mephisto farted six or seven times, producing a warm moist cloud of foggy acid from his inner anus. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I plugged my nose and gasped for air. The smell was so rotten I believed it was the essence of pure evil. When I talked to Cain, he handed me Mephisto's Soulstone. My stomach turned and I threw up a little in my mouth. It still had the septic stench of rotten eggs and diarrhea. I put it in my stash for safe-keeping next to my empty tome of identify(I always tear the pages out of the book when I am done reading them) and an unidentified large axe. Never know when it might come in handy.
The Necromancer looted a pair of shiny black boots earlier that he showed to Cain. Cain asked for 100 gold. I questioned why he was still asking for gold in exchange for useless information. He scorned us for not saving him in Tristram, but I know a trap when I see one. I've seen it a dozen times, open the cage and an arrow comes out of the wall. The Necromancer paid him and Cain said they were a pair of Goblintoes. They looked like they were made to fit small child. He didn't have the strength to stuff his feet into those tiny boots so he reached into the sack hanging from his belt, rolled up a scroll of apocalypse, inhaled a suspicious white powder, sold the Goblintoes to Jamella and gambled for a sash. The Sorceress opened a portal from Chaos Sanctuary and told us to hide behind a wall. I got lost in the thought of her wearing the traditional separates she wore that night at the campfire. Though, I do like the way she looks in "spandex", she calls it. I asked her where she got that material for her pants and she said it comes from the stars. She broke the final seal and summoned Diablo.
The Necromancer reached into his sack and sniffed some more white powder. He ran out from behind the wall yelling curses like 'damn' and 'hell'. I had never heard such foul language in my entire life, I was disgusted. Diablo charged at him and choked him with a single hand. The Sorceress told us to stay behind that wall but the Amazon and Barbarian also ran out and Diablo sucker punched the Barbarian like any decent person would punch a crying baby and electrocuted the Amazon with a powerful torrent of red lightning. The Sorceress summoned a powerful blizzard and Diablo died in three seconds. I didn't bother resurrecting my party because I was once a fine captain and I didn't want to put my lion-branded ego to shame. I wasn't a priest and when I was in my twenties, I sent all of my men on a crusade and burned every last book and scroll of resurrection, slaying all the women and children that stood in our way. When Diablo was finally laid to rest, the Sorceress took her knife and removed the Soulstone from his forehead. She handed it to me and I stared at it for a minute.
When I looked up, she was gone. I looked around but she had just disappeared. I traveled back to the jungle. There was a dark wanderer outside of town, and I felt compelled to give him the Soulstone. I handed him the Soulstone. He told a long story about Sanctuary and basically told me how its a piece of shit and how its the crust of the universe because people have 'weaknesses' and 'suck ass'. He then opened a red portal and told me it would lead to salvation. I went through the portal and I was surrounded by hundreds of angry mooing cows with poleaxes. I vigorously ran a few laps around the cows, and went back through the red portal.
When I arrived back in town, the dark wanderer was gone and so was the Soulstone. All that remained was the red portal. The entire village gathered around the portal and asked me where it went to and I told them it was 'safe', and it 'leads to salvation'. One by one, they all entered the portal, women and children first. Later, I returned west to live a life of fighting crime for small pocket change and drinking potions. I went back to the campfire where we once gathered at and prayed the Sorceress would return, but the prayers used up all my energy and I was once again self-loathing, addicted to minor mana potions, collecting the ears of would-be criminals in the wilderness outside of town and selling them for a cracked sash worth of gold."