|This is what Diablo III looks like to me most of the time|
Diablo III is HARD. I regrettably rolled a Monk and was just on the poop end of a major nerf. Now I'm wandering the alleyways of the Battle.net forums in search of some ideas for a level 60 Inferno build. My gear is pretty horrible and now I get just utterly crapped on by Elites. Nerf happens.
|I hate you so much, old man Krillin.|
Now I'm among the butthurt. I'm trying my hardest to not just lay all my bitching out right here and now but I know nobody really cares. It's an odd sensation, being on the other side of the fence. I'm caught between the poles of "I'm RIGHT! Monks ARE next to useless now!" and "That's the way she goes buddy, the fuckin' way she goes." Do I get all self-righteous and complain until Monks get buffed? Or do I just bite the bullet and struggle through it silently? I'll be reduced to farming for gold and gear, hoping it will eventually be enough to hang with the other classes.
Perhaps this will give me enough reason to stop playing the game for 5 minutes so I can pay my bills, do household chores, make a much needed trip to the store, etc. I could use a real life again.