Your HardCore Death Story - Page 24
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Am0n3r
United States254 Posts
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serum321
United States606 Posts
There is no reason to play on such a high mp your first time through, besides flexing your epeen, as you will literally lvl faster on a lower mp because you kill things that much faster. | ||
Am0n3r
United States254 Posts
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kudlaty_true
Poland158 Posts
Me: Is it clear? Him: Not yet. Me: No no, is it safe to go? Him: Not really I think. But you can use the road. What would you think, right? He clearly says enter through the portal, not by his flag/teleport on him. So I enter through the stage rainbow portal and this happens: The fucker is waiting, DOING NOTHING. He just stands there. I mean, is that a dick move or what? | ||
serum321
United States606 Posts
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Eschaton
United States1245 Posts
On June 12 2013 04:00 kudlaty_true wrote: Me, entering hell/butcher run, only one player, the flag is showing that he is fighitng an elite. From the portrait I see that this person is in Whimsyshire. So I'm waiting a minute or two until he ends. He did not. Yeah. The red flag is constantly on his character. So imagine this dialog: Me: Is it clear? Him: Not yet. Me: No no, is it safe to go? Him: Not really I think. But you can use the road. What would you think, right? He clearly says enter through the portal, not by his flag/teleport on him. So I enter through the stage rainbow portal and this happens: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpTxWEVmouY&feature=youtu.be The fucker is waiting, DOING NOTHING. He just stands there. I mean, is that a dick move or what? Whimseyshire = Griefseyshire | ||
Frolossus
United States4779 Posts
it had arcane + molten + mortar and tele | ||
rei
United States3593 Posts
On July 01 2013 01:33 Frolossus wrote: just lost my paragon 4 witchdoctor to an elite bat thing in one of the crypts act 1 mp 1 inferno T.T it had arcane + molten + mortar and tele screenshot? it's on your d3 screenshot folder, everytime a hc character die it's auto screenshot | ||
Frolossus
United States4779 Posts
On July 01 2013 09:18 rei wrote: screenshot? it's on your d3 screenshot folder, everytime a hc character die it's auto screenshot | ||
biteMe
Germany241 Posts
kinda glad i didnt lose him to a disconnect or bug or whatever but still =/ meh whatever anyway i learned something: the keywarden in act 2 can instagib you if you engage from the wrong side. he always has the mortar ability and throws fireballs towards you. if you have 0 room behind you all of the mortar balls will hit you and deal massive damage. i teleported with thunderfists to him and i was next to him at the edge of the map. didnt have my fingers on the keys and couldnt react in time but i dont know if i would have realized soon enough that my hp ball is dropping. nothing would have saved me im afraid. anyway if you gonna farm keys in act 2 dont die the way i did | ||
Eschaton
United States1245 Posts
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Charger
United States2405 Posts
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serum321
United States606 Posts
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rei
United States3593 Posts
On July 01 2013 16:43 biteMe wrote: lost my p51 monk this morning kinda glad i didnt lose him to a disconnect or bug or whatever but still =/ meh whatever anyway i learned something: the keywarden in act 2 can instagib you if you engage from the wrong side. he always has the mortar ability and throws fireballs towards you. if you have 0 room behind you all of the mortar balls will hit you and deal massive damage. i teleported with thunderfists to him and i was next to him at the edge of the map. didnt have my fingers on the keys and couldnt react in time but i dont know if i would have realized soon enough that my hp ball is dropping. nothing would have saved me im afraid. anyway if you gonna farm keys in act 2 dont die the way i did wtf you didn't have the passive to cheat death? or it triggered and you died again? | ||
Black Gun
Germany4482 Posts
On July 01 2013 16:43 biteMe wrote: lost my p51 monk this morning kinda glad i didnt lose him to a disconnect or bug or whatever but still =/ meh whatever anyway i learned something: the keywarden in act 2 can instagib you if you engage from the wrong side. he always has the mortar ability and throws fireballs towards you. if you have 0 room behind you all of the mortar balls will hit you and deal massive damage. i teleported with thunderfists to him and i was next to him at the edge of the map. didnt have my fingers on the keys and couldnt react in time but i dont know if i would have realized soon enough that my hp ball is dropping. nothing would have saved me im afraid. anyway if you gonna farm keys in act 2 dont die the way i did imho the act1 keywarden is much more scary. imagine you have a tough bull pack that you are kiting and some trees following you, and then you suddenly run into the KW who jails you or knockbacks you into tree poison..... can be much more nasty than pretty much anything else. imho a hc char should be able to take one full round of mortar shots without dropping below half health, else he isnt geared up enough for the current act/zone/mp. but Im still sorry for your loss. | ||
MstrJinbo
United States1251 Posts
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Kazius
Israel1456 Posts
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had seemed like an eternity since she had been that lowly amateur, beginning the fight against darkness. Foolish girl, trying to fight the armies alone. Frail magics and magical items at the start, but with a plan so ambitious that would shake the world. If only she could reach the Sorceress of the 99th degree, honing her melee skills and planning on items heard of in legends, she would be the greatest that ever lived, able to take on Hell itself on her own with ease. Evil Beware indeed. Not once improving her strength, not honing her endurance or ability to cast... not for the first years. In a stroke of luck, early in her hunt in the den, she had found the Gull Dagger. It may have not been much of a weapon, but she had used it to finish off enemies, as it seemed to double her luck in finding magical items. Things were looking good... and the affinity for blades would stay with her throughout her life. She had thought herself the Bloodthirsty Guardian in her dreams, and set her wishes accordingly. It had seemed like forever, until she had managed to defeat Andariel, in a prolonged and bloody fight, returning back to camp again and agan, slaying hordes of minions... and through it all, running, repositioning, weaving out of trouble. That had become a cornerstone of her battle technique. She knew that for a long time, her strength would not be enough to meet the challenges. She had the ability to teleport out of trouble and single out opponents before long, and with her Enchanted weapons, aid from mercenaries, clever trading, and odd alliances Duriel, Mephisto and Diablo were quick to fall. Things were going according to plan. It had seemed like a dream, destroying Baal for the first time, and returning to do it all again in a nightmare world. It had gotten tricky, some allies treasonous ways had brought her closer to death than the minions of evil ever could. But by then, she had a group of allies she would travel with on many occasions, and the minions of evil would have been wiser to flee than face them. Her creed had become never go without support, for any reason. They had each other's back, and eventually had plunged into Hell itself, plundering the riches available with an odd combination of a Sorceresses, Necromancer, Druid, Paladins and Assassin, not all together at once, but whenever possible together. She had gained their respect and tolerance of frailty when she had shared her dream of the foolhardy build, so risky that even few immortals had dared take this path. She had seen friends fall never to rise again once to many times, but never one of the rag-tag group of adventurers that had become the bane of all evil. Not until another sorceress had frozen in the midst of battle, dropping her weapon for a precious few seconds; in her arrogance she had split far away from the group before the frantic teleports of her allies could reach her. We had cleared up the area, and gave moments to honor the dead. She would be missed, Guardian Sv3etB0ibI3z, hero of the land. After chatting with her spirit for a few minutes, learning that she would soon be reincarnated, they carried on. She had promised herself again: never go without support, for any reason. Random stragglers would join with them, but usually their arrogance or treachery would have found them wanting. Few would live up to such lofty standards of the band of heroes. Their numbers had thinned, reincarnations groomed and aided, and the circle of friends had risen to near twelve. There were a few close calls, but teamwork would help fight off the bouts of the accursed lag-spikes, a curse upon the domain that would strike people at random, always in the least opportune of times. She could clear out chambers of Baal's minions in hell alone with laughable ease. Her items and skills now working in harmony, she had become a killing machine, the hard work the team had put in for all these years had finally payed off. Her auras and skill set allowed her to teleport around untouched as enemies around her fell, as she closed in on the important targets and sliced them to ribbons. Attacks on her were all but futile; evaded or blocked, shielded or swallowed by her expanded mental capabilities. Few enemies could dream of standing against her toe-to-toe, and for those, her friends would catch up and pick them off. She had become death, destroyer of worlds. It was at her 92nd level of skill when it happened. The dream she had set out, to reach the 99th degree of Sorcery just in her grasp. Another raid on the Cow King's realm, and all was going according to plan. She had thinned out the herd, so to speak, with ease. Teleporting around and then attacking with vicious resolve, the trademark of her fighting style. Her allies were for the most part back in town, healing up, giving items to adorable mules. And then she broke her cardinal rule. The voice of herself screamed at her, never go without support, for any reason, but her arrogance... She could honestly say she was one of the most powerful in the realm, enough to beat anyone and anything in a fair fight. Just as she had went in foolhardily to slash a group of straggling minions far away from her allies or any portals, like so many times before, it happened. The lag-spike curse, only a very bad one. It had lasted seconds. When she got out of the daze, she was stunned by hit after hit, near death. The shouts of her allies all reached her at once, as blood rushed back to her limbs. She had managed to block and avoid nearly everything, ready on to teleport away. She saw her allies coming with haste, moving as fast as they could. Time seemed to stand still. She remembered everything. All the self-imposed hardships. The foolish risks. Learning from each mistake. The friendships, the treacheries, the rise to power and finally, the ascension into being a goddess of the battlefield like none had ever known before. She knew it was coming. The Cow King himself hit down with a thunderous blow, his mooing mocking her. She fell to the ground, for the last time. So close. So what? She thought before her death. It had not been the goal after all. Her friends took the enemies away. Her spirit hanging over her corpse, as the team joined in for a memorial. She told them to worry not, it had been a good run. She had told them she would not return. Not be reincarnated. Her mule would give out her remaining possessions to them, and then she would be uninstalled from the world. Instead of preaching, telling them not to follow in her footsteps, her spirit said the last thing she would: "gg, friends. It was a blast." -------------------------------------------------------------- Welp, this thread is about a story. It was about my first and only hardcore D2 character, after which I uninstalled the most addictive game of all times. I had went for the aura-stack / melee PvM build, a glass-cannon at best before level 70 or so, and an absolute monster at levels 85+. I still keep in contact with a couple of friends from that group, actually flew over to the wedding of one. It was a beautiful farewell to what I to this day consider the greatest game ever. | ||
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