I imagine I'm older than several of you on these boards, but I'm still quite the whippersnapper myself. Some of you tweeners on here though probably don't even know what graphics from 1996 look like. If anything, you CERTAINLY don't know what the windows 95 boot up noise was.
Ah, the glory days. I was only about 10 years old when diablo came out. I was introduced to the game by my neighbors. It wasn't the boy my age who was into the game as much as it was his dad. Man that guy was awesome. Anyway, many a hot summer afternoon was spent over at my neighbors, playing hours and hours of diablo. My first character was a rogue, and her name was HELPER in all caps. My neighbors had two copies of the game and would play on lan, so I figured it might be really neat if I devoted a character to helping them out.
I was instantly addicted to the game. All of the elements sucked me in. The lighting. The random levels. The various monsters. The terrifying butcher. Endless hack and slash. But if there was anything that sucked me in, it was the loot. I lived for loot. My obsession with loot was out of control. When I was in school, I would spend time drawing sketches of items I thought would be cool. I was convinced there was a way to create my own items and import them into the game.
My diablo 1 days were glorious, and anytime I hear the tristram theme, a rush of nostalgia rushes over me. But, they were also filled with difficulties. You see, my parents wanted nothing to do with a Satan game. They would not let me own a copy. I would argue that the whole mission of the game was to destroy the devil and be a champion of light! I never won the argument(s). In fact, I recall one time things got so heated, that I cried and begged for a copy of the game. Now, I can't say I'm angry at my parents for not letting me get it. The content in Diablo for a 10 year old is more than a little heavy. Mutilated bodies in the butchers lair. A dark storyline. If I had young children, I'm not sure I'd let them own a copy either.
Not only did I have my parents to deal with, but my lousy HELPER sucked. I really didn't have any idea of what I was doing. I equipped my rogue with a sword and shield and didn't use any spells. To top it off, any time I disobeyed by younger neighbor friend or did something to piss him off, he'd hostile me and kill me with his 1337 duped gear.
Helper ended up around a level 21, and in a blink of an eye, my diablo days were over. Of course, they ended in a flash because diablo 2 came out only three years later. I didn't even bother to take up the argument with my parents because I was still convinced they didn't want a "satan" game in the house. The first character I created at my neighbors house was some crappy barbarian. I only made it to act 2, and somehow, at age 13, my love for the franchise died.
I had found a new love (mechwarrior four), and didn't have to worry about the satan game title with my parents. Everything changed though when I turned 15. At a target store, I stumbled across something beautiful. The Diablo 2 battle chest, including the original game, diablo 2, and expansion. I wasn't taking no for an answer. I made my parents get the game (two copies in fact). I was successful.
My brother and I played.
And we played. And we played some more.
I don't think I ever want to know how many hours I've logged into diablo 2. Just know that it was several. Diablo 2 sucked me back in. Can you guess how?
I was mesmerized with the loot once again. I would spend hours upon hours in trading games. Somehow I finally managed to make a successful character in patch 1.09. I convinced my neighbor friend who still played from time to time, to log into battlenet and check out my gear. This time, he was the one taking lessons. In fact, he was totally convinced that my gear was hacked and I was cheating. I wasn't. Man that felt good.
Patch 1.10 was a special time in my life. Toward the end of my high school days, I became friends with another player in texas. He and I still chat today. In fact, we plan on ruling the lands of diablo 3 once it comes around.
The diablo universe is loaded with nostalgia for me. The long nights with my neighbor. The collaborative efforts with my brother. The making of new friends. In fact, somehow I even managed to get 4 of my friends to buy copies two years ago and we played the new ladder on patch 1.12.
And now we've managed to to stumble upon a new chapter. I'm not the 10 year old boy I used to be. I'm 24. I'm married. I've graduated from college. And though I no longer make sketches of weapons I might use in the diablo universe, I still tinker with build calculators. It's time to embrace a new era. I'm sure many happy memories are on their way. Are you ready? I hope to see you there...
I would have to say that the first time my eyes laid upon Diablo, was at my uncles apartment. I watched him as he crawled through the halls of the first layers of the labyrinth, and the atmosphere of the game was extremely enticing. Being a youngster, I had to ask what the game was. He responded with "Diablo" and it stuck in my head. I seemed to forget about it as time passed.
Diablo II hit shelves at the end of June 2000, and I happened to walk by it in Target one day while I was shopping. I immediately recognized the dark, evil box art and grabbed it. I opened the front tab to see all the badass characters. I was getting this game, and I was making a Paladin, god dammit! I raced home, installed it, and made my Paladin, adequately named Alex (my own name).
The first guitar strums in the Rogue Encampment immediately set the mood. I browsed around town and found my way into the Blood Moor. It lived up to it's name as I spilled zombie and quill rat blood everywhere. Sweet! As I progressed through the game, I was becoming addicted. Constantly updating my gear. But something was missing. Why didn't I have any sweet spells yet?
Until I searched around and found the skill tree. 12 skill and 55 stat points left to distribute. I guess I WAS missing something! I felt incredibly dumb, but I got the skills I wanted (HORRIBLE build compared to whats acceptable today). But now knowing what was to be done, I felt ten times stronger, and anxious to see what else the game had to offer! I got to Act 2 after a crazy battle with Andariel.
Time progressed, and so did my character. Until I hit a brick wall known as Duriel. The first time I was dropped into that pit I was mortified. I was slain countless times, and often spent all my gold on Town Portal scrolls. Defeat after defeat, I decided I needed to really gear up for this guy. Unbelievably, I leveled to 30 in Act 2. Each time I ran through the tombs, I'd stop at the pit entrance and tease myself by sitting by it and telling myself I couldn't do it. One day, I got the courage and I went it. Down Duriel went, without a challenge. It was surprising to me, and I was greatly relieved. Act 3 was a cakewalk, and Act 4 the same. Diablo was a strong opponent, but due to my overleveling in Act 2, I was able to take him down without a problem.
After that, it's just a blur of all the good times I had with my friends. MF runs, getting scammed on trades, dueling, leaching on "bloody runs", rushing, crafting powerful runewords, trading, the whole nine yards. All my memories of D2 are great, and I hope D3 can match it.
I never played Diablo 2, so I'll have to say Diablo 1 and the Butcher. I hated that dude. He killed me so many times before I figured out how to kite him around.
Worst Diablo memory was when I had the melee class and at like the second to last level of the game, I got some elite mob (succubus or something if I remember right) that kept walking away from me (I don't believe I had a range attack) so I had just to keep chasing that stupid dude all over the map till I finally got it in a corner. That was really irritating.
My fav memory of the Diablo series is everyone having the god mode hack in D1, trying to lure each other into pvp only to be endlessly swinging at each other in vain.
Diablo II LoD had just come out and and I was watching my father play, the game looked awesome so when he wasn't playing I hopped on and created a couple characters to test them out. I finally figured out my favorite character was the Druid so that's pretty much the only toon I used. But I have to say my favorite memory was when I discovered Battle.Net. I logged on with my fresh level 1 Druid and popped into a game, there I announced I was a new character and was approached by a fellow druid who gave me amazing gear to start my journey.
It seems like something very little but it has inspired me to be generous to every random I come into contact with that I have within my ability to help.
My favourite Diablo memory? That has to be my first ever encounter with Duriel!
When I first got Diablo 2, I believed that the Amazon character would play similarly to the Rogue of the first Diablo game, and for the most part my first character choice was correct, because I made it all the way through Act 1 and to the end of Act 2 without dying once.
But then when I got to the Seven Tombs, and eventually found the one that I thought would contain Baal, I heard the classic "Looking for Baal?" in that horrible guttural voice. Noticing that I froze and slowed on entrty into the chamber, I portalled out and got myself a couple of anti-freeze potions. Which, of course, didn't work, because anti-freeze potions don't work with the "Holy Freeze" aura used by Duriel....
And before I knew what was happening, I had repeated the action of creating an emergency town portal, getting myself killed, and returning to the chamber so often that I had run out of money, so I could not buy more potions, armour or weapons, and I was totally unable to do anything further to recover my bodies.
So I quit the game and lost several days worth of play.
I then re-started with a new character, this time choosing the Sorceress, and was able to defeat Duriel in time. I went further to become the first to finish the entire game among my group of friends.
Over the 10 years that I have played Diablo II, and the Lord of Destruction expansion, I have created 7 level 99 characters, 4 of which are Sorceress, 1 Barbarian, 1 Necromancer and 1 Druid.
Everybody always says they remember the Butcher in Diablo I.
Me? My first ever meeting with Duriel will never be forgotten!
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Peter Alexander DzomlijaDo you hear, huh? The Alpha and The Omega? Death and Rebirth? And as you die, so shall I be Reborn...
Everybody always says they remember the Butcher in Diablo I.
Me? My first ever meeting with Duriel will never be forgotten!
Haha awesome.
Now try doing that with a hardcore character.
These are my favourite memories... starting with D1 through to D3 beta.
When i was 10 a friend from school had this new computer game called u guessed it "Diablo". Man that game was awesome. Played it sooo much. Single Player and over Battle.net. The most annoying thing about the original game was those succub**CHes... The amount of time I spent chasing after them with my warrior was crazy.
I made it down to Diablo's Lair. Came face to face with him and was downright terrorfied of him(thinking he'd kill me in 1 or 2 hits) I kept my distance and only attacked when his back was to me.
Somehow in that fight I remember dying but managing to get all my gear back that popped out lol. As I was getting closer to Diablo my party of adventures killed him, he dropped some gold I wanted to grab but noticed I couldn't move and was thinking "oh crap". That's when the end movie started and the first time I thought that there had to be a 2nd game coming.
After playing D1 for many many hours and finding "trainers" and got myself a Staff of Apocalypse with UNLIMITED charges...
I grew a little tired and decided to play some other games. I started playing C&C Red Alert + xpacs and Dark Reign(single player of course, really crappy Inet back in those days lol).
After completly forgetting about my beloved D1 days it was 1999 and I was out shopping with the parents and I noticed a Diablo 2 box on the shelf in some store we visited and I was like OMFG YES!! (I think I played on Battle.net with 1.07 or 1.08 not too sure) I managed to convince my parents to buy me a copy(yes I was the good son in our family haha). These were the days before I found out about hardcore btw.
So I started playing Single Player to test out this sweet game, I created a Sorceress with some weird name I no longer remember... After I managed to get to Act 2 I decided to start playing on Battle.net( on 56k YEAH! those were the days lol...) I started a Sorceress again but this time I remember I called it Soul_Butcher(First part of the name I use now and have been using for the past 10 years after some friends just decided to call me "Soul").
After playing through the entire game in normal, I began my adventures in NM. Following a powerful group of adventures I actually managed to get my self into Hell Act 4 I remember this vividly because I was lvl 34 and i was ALWAYS freaking dying... This was when I met a person called "Nick" who wanted to help me out but only if I played "Hardcore". I was like wtf... "What's hardcore?".
After explaining it to me in detail I was abit scared at first(with how many times I'd died but I decided to give it a shot(Only after the expansion had released). He also invited me into this thing called a "clan" back then I didn't really know what this thing was but it sounded cool, I joined the DiabloWorld clan or DW for short. So after making a new account with the DW tag DW-Soul(on Uswest) I began my adventures in HC where if you die you're DEAD FOREVER!
I made my first HC bow Amazon, got her to lvl 86 and died in the Bloody Foothills to a freaking catapult... yes a catapult, I remember those red embers on the ground hurt alot...
Then shortly after that I think patch 1.09 was released and by then I'd made a sorceress, another bowazon and a BO Barb all with really good gear. That's when all the hacks started to emerge. While cowing with some mates in a public game my entire D2 window froze so I had to close it with alt+F4. Upon loading back in I found my amazon with a cloak. I was freaking out going omfg you can't be serious I was no where near any cows(Maphack lol). After enquiring my mates in the same game they had the same thing happen to them but only after seeing a guy tppk my amazon(I assume he used he hacks to crash my client then cast his spells take the tp then hostile and kill me while I was standing still). I can't prove it though but that's how I think it happened).
I was angry, distraught and just wanted to quit.
I decided not to as I have friends who would help me out. And they did, I remade that Bowazon for a 3rd time but with a different name of course, a month or 3 later I was Hell rushing some old mates from the DW Clan and entered the Durance of Hate Level 3, I started clearing the level and hit the boss pack that's always there Bremm I think his name is. After standing back and firing my Guided Arrows(while watching the map(maphack shows projectiles)) I was running back and died instantly. No lag, I just died. After doing some research on the net I concluded that I died due to the nasty Invisible LE Bolts from the Lightning enchanted creature. I asked Blizz for a res they said Y-no as always. I decided to take the rest of the day off to mourn the loss of my beloved Amazon.
From then on out I started being paranoid about Pkers and playing mostly in private games. Also having my acc closed with i think the 1.10 or 1.11 patch I decided I didn't need to use hacks anymore and played completely with out any 3rd party addons. It made everything take slightly longer but meant I could'nt get banned anymore.
The rest is history, my sig shows my last attempt to get a lvl 99 character in D2 during Season 8 but with how long 98-99 actually is and with the 6 month ladder resets I decided to spend my time else where.
Fast track to September last year and checking my Battle.net account page to suddenly see a D3 PTR account attached blew my mind! This was a week after the fansites and media were granted access. So I was one of the very first in the world to test out the Official D3 Beta via the Opt-in process.
All I can say about Diablo 3 right now is GIMME GIMME GIMME. That is all.
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Ah, the glory days. I was only about 10 years old when diablo came out. I was introduced to the game by my neighbors. It wasn't the boy my age who was into the game as much as it was his dad. Man that guy was awesome. Anyway, many a hot summer afternoon was spent over at my neighbors, playing hours and hours of diablo. My first character was a rogue, and her name was HELPER in all caps. My neighbors had two copies of the game and would play on lan, so I figured it might be really neat if I devoted a character to helping them out.
I was instantly addicted to the game. All of the elements sucked me in. The lighting. The random levels. The various monsters. The terrifying butcher. Endless hack and slash. But if there was anything that sucked me in, it was the loot. I lived for loot. My obsession with loot was out of control. When I was in school, I would spend time drawing sketches of items I thought would be cool. I was convinced there was a way to create my own items and import them into the game.
My diablo 1 days were glorious, and anytime I hear the tristram theme, a rush of nostalgia rushes over me. But, they were also filled with difficulties. You see, my parents wanted nothing to do with a Satan game. They would not let me own a copy. I would argue that the whole mission of the game was to destroy the devil and be a champion of light! I never won the argument(s). In fact, I recall one time things got so heated, that I cried and begged for a copy of the game. Now, I can't say I'm angry at my parents for not letting me get it. The content in Diablo for a 10 year old is more than a little heavy. Mutilated bodies in the butchers lair. A dark storyline. If I had young children, I'm not sure I'd let them own a copy either.
Not only did I have my parents to deal with, but my lousy HELPER sucked. I really didn't have any idea of what I was doing. I equipped my rogue with a sword and shield and didn't use any spells. To top it off, any time I disobeyed by younger neighbor friend or did something to piss him off, he'd hostile me and kill me with his 1337 duped gear.
Helper ended up around a level 21, and in a blink of an eye, my diablo days were over. Of course, they ended in a flash because diablo 2 came out only three years later. I didn't even bother to take up the argument with my parents because I was still convinced they didn't want a "satan" game in the house. The first character I created at my neighbors house was some crappy barbarian. I only made it to act 2, and somehow, at age 13, my love for the franchise died.
I had found a new love (mechwarrior four), and didn't have to worry about the satan game title with my parents. Everything changed though when I turned 15. At a target store, I stumbled across something beautiful. The Diablo 2 battle chest, including the original game, diablo 2, and expansion. I wasn't taking no for an answer. I made my parents get the game (two copies in fact). I was successful.
My brother and I played.
And we played. And we played some more.
I don't think I ever want to know how many hours I've logged into diablo 2. Just know that it was several. Diablo 2 sucked me back in. Can you guess how?
I was mesmerized with the loot once again. I would spend hours upon hours in trading games. Somehow I finally managed to make a successful character in patch 1.09. I convinced my neighbor friend who still played from time to time, to log into battlenet and check out my gear. This time, he was the one taking lessons. In fact, he was totally convinced that my gear was hacked and I was cheating. I wasn't. Man that felt good.
Patch 1.10 was a special time in my life. Toward the end of my high school days, I became friends with another player in texas. He and I still chat today. In fact, we plan on ruling the lands of diablo 3 once it comes around.
The diablo universe is loaded with nostalgia for me. The long nights with my neighbor. The collaborative efforts with my brother. The making of new friends. In fact, somehow I even managed to get 4 of my friends to buy copies two years ago and we played the new ladder on patch 1.12.
And now we've managed to to stumble upon a new chapter. I'm not the 10 year old boy I used to be. I'm 24. I'm married. I've graduated from college. And though I no longer make sketches of weapons I might use in the diablo universe, I still tinker with build calculators. It's time to embrace a new era. I'm sure many happy memories are on their way. Are you ready? I hope to see you there...
I think my favorite Diablo memory was getting to Hell for the first time.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Somtimes it pays to be an english major.
Diablo II hit shelves at the end of June 2000, and I happened to walk by it in Target one day while I was shopping. I immediately recognized the dark, evil box art and grabbed it. I opened the front tab to see all the badass characters. I was getting this game, and I was making a Paladin, god dammit! I raced home, installed it, and made my Paladin, adequately named Alex (my own name).
The first guitar strums in the Rogue Encampment immediately set the mood. I browsed around town and found my way into the Blood Moor. It lived up to it's name as I spilled zombie and quill rat blood everywhere. Sweet! As I progressed through the game, I was becoming addicted. Constantly updating my gear. But something was missing. Why didn't I have any sweet spells yet?
Until I searched around and found the skill tree. 12 skill and 55 stat points left to distribute. I guess I WAS missing something! I felt incredibly dumb, but I got the skills I wanted (HORRIBLE build compared to whats acceptable today). But now knowing what was to be done, I felt ten times stronger, and anxious to see what else the game had to offer! I got to Act 2 after a crazy battle with Andariel.
Time progressed, and so did my character. Until I hit a brick wall known as Duriel. The first time I was dropped into that pit I was mortified. I was slain countless times, and often spent all my gold on Town Portal scrolls. Defeat after defeat, I decided I needed to really gear up for this guy. Unbelievably, I leveled to 30 in Act 2. Each time I ran through the tombs, I'd stop at the pit entrance and tease myself by sitting by it and telling myself I couldn't do it. One day, I got the courage and I went it. Down Duriel went, without a challenge. It was surprising to me, and I was greatly relieved. Act 3 was a cakewalk, and Act 4 the same. Diablo was a strong opponent, but due to my overleveling in Act 2, I was able to take him down without a problem.
After that, it's just a blur of all the good times I had with my friends. MF runs, getting scammed on trades, dueling, leaching on "bloody runs", rushing, crafting powerful runewords, trading, the whole nine yards. All my memories of D2 are great, and I hope D3 can match it.
for he to-day that sheds his blood with me
shall be my brother..."
That is sufficient.
Worst Diablo memory was when I had the melee class and at like the second to last level of the game, I got some elite mob (succubus or something if I remember right) that kept walking away from me (I don't believe I had a range attack) so I had just to keep chasing that stupid dude all over the map till I finally got it in a corner. That was really irritating.
Battle.net Profile / Diablo Progress Profile
It seems like something very little but it has inspired me to be generous to every random I come into contact with that I have within my ability to help.
When I first got Diablo 2, I believed that the Amazon character would play similarly to the Rogue of the first Diablo game, and for the most part my first character choice was correct, because I made it all the way through Act 1 and to the end of Act 2 without dying once.
But then when I got to the Seven Tombs, and eventually found the one that I thought would contain Baal, I heard the classic "Looking for Baal?" in that horrible guttural voice. Noticing that I froze and slowed on entrty into the chamber, I portalled out and got myself a couple of anti-freeze potions. Which, of course, didn't work, because anti-freeze potions don't work with the "Holy Freeze" aura used by Duriel....
And before I knew what was happening, I had repeated the action of creating an emergency town portal, getting myself killed, and returning to the chamber so often that I had run out of money, so I could not buy more potions, armour or weapons, and I was totally unable to do anything further to recover my bodies.
So I quit the game and lost several days worth of play.
I then re-started with a new character, this time choosing the Sorceress, and was able to defeat Duriel in time. I went further to become the first to finish the entire game among my group of friends.
Over the 10 years that I have played Diablo II, and the Lord of Destruction expansion, I have created 7 level 99 characters, 4 of which are Sorceress, 1 Barbarian, 1 Necromancer and 1 Druid.
Everybody always says they remember the Butcher in Diablo I.
Me? My first ever meeting with Duriel will never be forgotten!
Haha awesome.
Now try doing that with a hardcore character.
These are my favourite memories... starting with D1 through to D3 beta.
When i was 10 a friend from school had this new computer game called u guessed it "Diablo". Man that game was awesome. Played it sooo much. Single Player and over Battle.net. The most annoying thing about the original game was those succub**CHes... The amount of time I spent chasing after them with my warrior was crazy.
I made it down to Diablo's Lair. Came face to face with him and was downright terrorfied of him(thinking he'd kill me in 1 or 2 hits) I kept my distance and only attacked when his back was to me.
Somehow in that fight I remember dying but managing to get all my gear back that popped out lol. As I was getting closer to Diablo my party of adventures killed him, he dropped some gold I wanted to grab but noticed I couldn't move and was thinking "oh crap". That's when the end movie started and the first time I thought that there had to be a 2nd game coming.
After playing D1 for many many hours and finding "trainers" and got myself a Staff of Apocalypse with UNLIMITED charges...
I grew a little tired and decided to play some other games. I started playing C&C Red Alert + xpacs and Dark Reign(single player of course, really crappy Inet back in those days lol).
After completly forgetting about my beloved D1 days it was 1999 and I was out shopping with the parents and I noticed a Diablo 2 box on the shelf in some store we visited and I was like OMFG YES!! (I think I played on Battle.net with 1.07 or 1.08 not too sure) I managed to convince my parents to buy me a copy(yes I was the good son in our family haha). These were the days before I found out about hardcore btw.
So I started playing Single Player to test out this sweet game, I created a Sorceress with some weird name I no longer remember... After I managed to get to Act 2 I decided to start playing on Battle.net( on 56k YEAH! those were the days lol...) I started a Sorceress again but this time I remember I called it Soul_Butcher(First part of the name I use now and have been using for the past 10 years after some friends just decided to call me "Soul").
After playing through the entire game in normal, I began my adventures in NM. Following a powerful group of adventures I actually managed to get my self into Hell Act 4 I remember this vividly because I was lvl 34 and i was ALWAYS freaking dying... This was when I met a person called "Nick" who wanted to help me out but only if I played "Hardcore". I was like wtf... "What's hardcore?".
After explaining it to me in detail I was abit scared at first(with how many times I'd died but I decided to give it a shot(Only after the expansion had released). He also invited me into this thing called a "clan" back then I didn't really know what this thing was but it sounded cool, I joined the DiabloWorld clan or DW for short. So after making a new account with the DW tag DW-Soul(on Uswest) I began my adventures in HC where if you die you're DEAD FOREVER!
I made my first HC bow Amazon, got her to lvl 86 and died in the Bloody Foothills to a freaking catapult... yes a catapult, I remember those red embers on the ground hurt alot...
Then shortly after that I think patch 1.09 was released and by then I'd made a sorceress, another bowazon and a BO Barb all with really good gear. That's when all the hacks started to emerge. While cowing with some mates in a public game my entire D2 window froze so I had to close it with alt+F4. Upon loading back in I found my amazon with a cloak. I was freaking out going omfg you can't be serious I was no where near any cows(Maphack lol). After enquiring my mates in the same game they had the same thing happen to them but only after seeing a guy tppk my amazon(I assume he used he hacks to crash my client then cast his spells take the tp then hostile and kill me while I was standing still). I can't prove it though but that's how I think it happened).
I was angry, distraught and just wanted to quit.
I decided not to as I have friends who would help me out. And they did, I remade that Bowazon for a 3rd time but with a different name of course, a month or 3 later I was Hell rushing some old mates from the DW Clan and entered the Durance of Hate Level 3, I started clearing the level and hit the boss pack that's always there Bremm I think his name is. After standing back and firing my Guided Arrows(while watching the map(maphack shows projectiles)) I was running back and died instantly. No lag, I just died. After doing some research on the net I concluded that I died due to the nasty Invisible LE Bolts from the Lightning enchanted creature. I asked Blizz for a res they said Y-no as always. I decided to take the rest of the day off to mourn the loss of my beloved Amazon.
From then on out I started being paranoid about Pkers and playing mostly in private games. Also having my acc closed with i think the 1.10 or 1.11 patch I decided I didn't need to use hacks anymore and played completely with out any 3rd party addons. It made everything take slightly longer but meant I could'nt get banned anymore.
The rest is history, my sig shows my last attempt to get a lvl 99 character in D2 during Season 8 but with how long 98-99 actually is and with the 6 month ladder resets I decided to spend my time else where.
Fast track to September last year and checking my Battle.net account page to suddenly see a D3 PTR account attached blew my mind! This was a week after the fansites and media were granted access. So I was one of the very first in the world to test out the Official D3 Beta via the Opt-in process.
All I can say about Diablo 3 right now is GIMME GIMME GIMME. That is all.