It's made up of all the main trailers that Blizzard has put out so far on D3, and the music is by KromeZoomy. Wasn't gonna do one but the song managed to fit pretty damn well, it's a bit slow in some spots sorry about that.
This is probably gonna be one of my first builds mainly because with all the slow and chance procs, I should be able to take out large waves of monsters without to much worry about them coming at me. I am also curious to see how viable this might be on Hardcore mode, it'll depend on how effective the snares and slows are on heavy resist monsters.
They did say they were hoping to have it up before the weekend. Doesn't mean it will be up but we can keep our fingers crossed. Just keeping my fingers crossed so that I can try it out with my wife.
Sweet! been keeping my eys open for something like this. i take it you can post more than once? is there a limit or can you just keep posting till you win?
Would be kinda hilarious if you only could post once. The forums would get quite fairly quickly after a few days. My guess is that there is no limit as long as it's constructive and follows the rules.
Well Q1 or early 2012. I just hope they don't push it back is what I'm trying to say. SERIOUSLY HOW DO U START A DISCUSSION?? I want to talk about what kind of mice r good for diablo??
Don't start a discussion with "Disappointment in Blizzard" as a title. Try "What are the chances Diablo III gets pushed back?" Or something that won't incite flames.
I have been a firm supporter of blizzard for a countless number of years. I have loved everything they've done for the world of gaming and the products they have released for our entertainment. However, the amount of time fans and supporters have waited for a new product is getting borderline outrageous. This conflict in Korea with the gaming board is obviously holding the game back. It's absolutely absurd for blizz and company to try and deny this fact and continue to string along the very people that make the company stay afloat and progress in the gaming industry. It's high tide that we (the little people) get recognized and get, at the very least, a date for release. This way we can have some semblance of peace knowing D3 is well on its way to making it to our hard dive. Give us what we want blizzard, stop jerking us around. I think we have endured enough.
Sincerely,
Gamer in distress
If you've been a fan of Blizzard for a countless number of years then you know that Blizzard will never give out a release date unless they absolutely know when it's come out. If they were to give a release date and then have to delay it, that would piss people off more than not giving a release date. Once they announce the release date it'll be set, I can't think of the last time they had a specific release date and not delivered.
The tiniest of sounds woke up a battered and beaten Wirt, but it was enough to draw his attention to it. Raising his head from the dusty ground he looked through one swollen eye at the noise which turned out to be a red and yellow spotted frog.
“Hey there” Wirt said, his captors no longer around, assuming his paralyzed leg will keep him still. “You mind helping me out?”
“Ribbit” the frog said again, before turning, hopping once in the other direction, and then slowly turned and looked over his shoulder at Wirt.
“Alright, I’ll come with you…the alternative isn’t pleasant.” Wirt said, the other children had already been slain and he was the only one left. He slowly rose up to his feet. He watched as the frog hopped once more, as if to show him the way. Looking down at his paralyzed left leg he grinned at the frog and hopped along with him.
Not a single Fallen crossed their path, day and night both hopped their way towards Tristram until finally Wirt was safe. He collapsed just on the outskirts of the town. Exhausted, Wirt reached out to the frog and petted him. “Thank you Mr….Binkles,” he said with a giggle before passing out. Calmly, Mr. Binkles hops into the boy’s pocket.
<Events of Diablo begin>
“Can you believe it, Mr. Binkles? 50 gold pieces just to look at my items.” Wirt said with a laugh as he counted out the gold pieces one by one. “I don’t know how you do it but these items you seem to find are amazing.”
“Ribbit”
“If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead, but those idiots couldn’t save my leg. I guess you’re my only friend here, besides Gillian, and soon we can leave Tristram.” Wirt said. A sudden calm came across the land and a mighty roar could be heard from beneath the ground. A rumble shook the land.
Everyone come out to see what happened; Griswold, covered in black soot, stepped out of his blacksmith and gazed in the direction of a figure coming out of the dungeons. Adria, Cain, Farnham, Gillian, Ogden and Pepin all stepped out to view the figure as well; unsure of what had taken place.
With Mr. Binkles perched on his shoulder, Wirt approached the figure slowly. Dressed in a heavy dark hood and cloak he couldn’t see who it was but he had a guess. “Aedan? Is that you? Is it over?”
The figure shifted slightly in his hood and then nodded his head. He stepped forward and into the town, never removing his hood, saying only a single word, “East.”
Binkles who had retreated into the pocket of Wirt upon getting closer to the man began to cower. But Wirt paid no attention; instead he joins the other to celebrate.
<Events of Diablo 2>
“Go, Binkles! Please don’t die with….” Wirt whispered as the Fallen descended upon him, Mr. Binkles only able to watch as his owner was slain. He watched in horror as flames ate at the town and a weathered old man was strung up in a cage.
Hopping in and out of crowds of demons that were gathered around the cage, Mr. Binkles managed to get to the old man before the cage was lifted too far off the ground. Looking up at the dark grey robe, he knew that Wirt had talked decently of the man.
“Ribbit”
Deckard Cain looked down and spotted the frog. He smiled sadly at him, knowing him to be Wirt’s pet. He slowly leaned down, picked him up, and placed him in a pocket inside his robe.
“Stay a while and listen.” Deckard Cain said as he looked out over the hordes of monsters, waiting for a savior or the end to come. Days passed before a miracle happened, and a band of warriors set him free. Travelling with them on their journeys, Mr. Binkles saw the Rogue Encampment, Lut Gholein, Kurast Docks, Pandemonium Fortress, and Harrogath.
Finally, after all had been done and seen, Deckard Cain returned to Tristram with Mr. Binkles to find a pregnant Adria. Her health had been deteriorating, but she made Deckard Cain promise to care for her child, to which he accepted, albeit a bit reluctantly. Upon her passing some months later on, it was up to Deckard Cain to care for the child named Leah.
<5 years later>
“Ribbit”
“Yay! Uncle you brought me a friend.” Leah said, smiling brightly as she sat at a table, writing alongside Deckard Cain. The town of Tristram was slowly rebuilt over the years.
“Indeed, he stayed a while and listened. Saw many great and terrible things, and yet he is still here. This is Mr. Binkles and he can be your friend through whatever hardships you might come across, even as a new chapter begins.”
<Thus comes the events of Diablo 3>
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Let me know what you think.
This is probably gonna be one of my first builds mainly because with all the slow and chance procs, I should be able to take out large waves of monsters without to much worry about them coming at me. I am also curious to see how viable this might be on Hardcore mode, it'll depend on how effective the snares and slows are on heavy resist monsters.
Would be kinda hilarious if you only could post once. The forums would get quite fairly quickly after a few days. My guess is that there is no limit as long as it's constructive and follows the rules.
Don't start a discussion with "Disappointment in Blizzard" as a title. Try "What are the chances Diablo III gets pushed back?" Or something that won't incite flames.
If you've been a fan of Blizzard for a countless number of years then you know that Blizzard will never give out a release date unless they absolutely know when it's come out. If they were to give a release date and then have to delay it, that would piss people off more than not giving a release date. Once they announce the release date it'll be set, I can't think of the last time they had a specific release date and not delivered.
The tiniest of sounds woke up a battered and beaten Wirt, but it was enough to draw his attention to it. Raising his head from the dusty ground he looked through one swollen eye at the noise which turned out to be a red and yellow spotted frog.
“Hey there” Wirt said, his captors no longer around, assuming his paralyzed leg will keep him still. “You mind helping me out?”
“Ribbit” the frog said again, before turning, hopping once in the other direction, and then slowly turned and looked over his shoulder at Wirt.
“Alright, I’ll come with you…the alternative isn’t pleasant.” Wirt said, the other children had already been slain and he was the only one left. He slowly rose up to his feet. He watched as the frog hopped once more, as if to show him the way. Looking down at his paralyzed left leg he grinned at the frog and hopped along with him.
Not a single Fallen crossed their path, day and night both hopped their way towards Tristram until finally Wirt was safe. He collapsed just on the outskirts of the town. Exhausted, Wirt reached out to the frog and petted him. “Thank you Mr….Binkles,” he said with a giggle before passing out. Calmly, Mr. Binkles hops into the boy’s pocket.
<Events of Diablo begin>
“Can you believe it, Mr. Binkles? 50 gold pieces just to look at my items.” Wirt said with a laugh as he counted out the gold pieces one by one. “I don’t know how you do it but these items you seem to find are amazing.”
“Ribbit”
“If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead, but those idiots couldn’t save my leg. I guess you’re my only friend here, besides Gillian, and soon we can leave Tristram.” Wirt said. A sudden calm came across the land and a mighty roar could be heard from beneath the ground. A rumble shook the land.
Everyone come out to see what happened; Griswold, covered in black soot, stepped out of his blacksmith and gazed in the direction of a figure coming out of the dungeons. Adria, Cain, Farnham, Gillian, Ogden and Pepin all stepped out to view the figure as well; unsure of what had taken place.
With Mr. Binkles perched on his shoulder, Wirt approached the figure slowly. Dressed in a heavy dark hood and cloak he couldn’t see who it was but he had a guess. “Aedan? Is that you? Is it over?”
The figure shifted slightly in his hood and then nodded his head. He stepped forward and into the town, never removing his hood, saying only a single word, “East.”
Binkles who had retreated into the pocket of Wirt upon getting closer to the man began to cower. But Wirt paid no attention; instead he joins the other to celebrate.
<Events of Diablo 2>
“Go, Binkles! Please don’t die with….” Wirt whispered as the Fallen descended upon him, Mr. Binkles only able to watch as his owner was slain. He watched in horror as flames ate at the town and a weathered old man was strung up in a cage.
Hopping in and out of crowds of demons that were gathered around the cage, Mr. Binkles managed to get to the old man before the cage was lifted too far off the ground. Looking up at the dark grey robe, he knew that Wirt had talked decently of the man.
“Ribbit”
Deckard Cain looked down and spotted the frog. He smiled sadly at him, knowing him to be Wirt’s pet. He slowly leaned down, picked him up, and placed him in a pocket inside his robe.
“Stay a while and listen.” Deckard Cain said as he looked out over the hordes of monsters, waiting for a savior or the end to come. Days passed before a miracle happened, and a band of warriors set him free. Travelling with them on their journeys, Mr. Binkles saw the Rogue Encampment, Lut Gholein, Kurast Docks, Pandemonium Fortress, and Harrogath.
Finally, after all had been done and seen, Deckard Cain returned to Tristram with Mr. Binkles to find a pregnant Adria. Her health had been deteriorating, but she made Deckard Cain promise to care for her child, to which he accepted, albeit a bit reluctantly. Upon her passing some months later on, it was up to Deckard Cain to care for the child named Leah.
<5 years later>
“Ribbit”
“Yay! Uncle you brought me a friend.” Leah said, smiling brightly as she sat at a table, writing alongside Deckard Cain. The town of Tristram was slowly rebuilt over the years.
“Indeed, he stayed a while and listened. Saw many great and terrible things, and yet he is still here. This is Mr. Binkles and he can be your friend through whatever hardships you might come across, even as a new chapter begins.”
<Thus comes the events of Diablo 3>