I fear that these Steam sales will be the death of me.
A couple weeks ago, a bunch of Activision games went on sale, giving up to 75% off some of their popular titles. Now that I have a computer capable of running post-2012 games at decent quality and frame rates without worrying about my computer slagging itself on my desk, I’m having a much harder time resisting Gaben’s siren song.
But while I was slightly tempted to pick up Call of Duty: Black Ops III for the PC—because some of us are weak and buy the same games on multiple platforms—it was the Transformers games that forcibly abducted cash from my wallet.
In my last post, I mentioned that I had officially declared war on my backlog, and last night (early this morning, really), I had my first victory. Diablo (3) now lies conquered at my feet. While the final stretch was a harrowing battle—one which woke me from an impromptu 8 p.m. to 11 p.m. nap and kept me up until nearly 4 a.m.—I feel that I am stronger for it. (Sleepier, too, but that’s a different matter entirely.)
Overall, I felt that Diablo 3 was a well put together game, as hack-n-slash action RPGs go. The combat was fairly solid, the visuals were engaging, and the voice acting was very well done. There are a lot of changes made in this interation of the series, and at first, I was planning on railing on the new mechanics. But as I thought more about some of the nitpicky complaints I had with the game, I realized that most of them were coming up because this game isn’t Diablo 2. And while that’s not a bad thing, the realization that my judgment had been colored by my experience with a previous title helped me reevaluate how I wanted to comment on what I saw in the new game.