Let me introduce you to the Corner of Randomness. This is a free flowing column where I’ll write about random things relating to video games. Some days I might highlight a fun Twitch streamer, where other times I might just babble on about a game I’m looking forward to. The end result is to have a place where I celebrate all things video gaming. I mean, with everything going on in this industry, we could all use a place to come and just enjoy some good vibes. I can’t think of a better way to start this column than with the death of my beloved hardcore wizard in Diablo 3: Reaper of Souls.
For those that might not know, Keri and I are Diabros that are bound together by our Zelda tattoos. During our Extra Life event, we decided to see how far we could make it with some fresh hardcore characters in Diablo 3: Reaper of Souls. We did this in our sleep deprived states thinking it would make the game harder. Sadly, this was not the case.
In fact, Keri and I have both played so much Diablo 3 that we pretty much went on autopilot during our early levels. When she would start to blink overly long, I’d clear the screen of monsters and pull her to our objective. We carried on like this until we bested the Skeleton King, at which point we just called it a day and went to play TowerFall Ascension with Blake and Ross.
Since that time, I’ve played my little wizard that could. I slowly, and carefully, worked my way through the various Acts. I never thought I’d make it past Diablo, but I sent him back to the hell he came from. I started to get cocky, and thus brought my downfall.
You see, my hardcore wizard prematurely met his end. I was oh so close to finally getting to Malthael. I was half a level from 50. I was so close to finally getting those achievements when tragedy struck. I had just decimated some enemies that explode on death. I was, like a fool, standing in the blast radius. Before I could get out, I was then frozen in place by some jerk demons. I could do nothing but sit and watch my health bar drop to zero. I held onto hope for a brief second, but the finality of it reared its harsh and brutal face. My Extra Life wizard was no more.
I immediately messaged Keri to let her know of this tragedy. I shed a tear. I ate chocolate to console my broken heart. I still can’t believe he is dead. All those memories we made. Yet, like the Diablo 3 addict I am, I will make a new hardcore character and attempt to finally beat the game. I will get that level 70 achievement. That game is like a drug that I just can’t quit. What is that Cain, you have a story you need me to listen to? I’ll be right there.