I was installing Diablo on four computer's at my moms, so that Julia, Måns, someone else possibly Simon and I could play together. It was such hard work and I somehow have the feeling that I was forced to do it and felt really sad. We had to work around with ISO's and I asked Julia to put one on a memory stick for my for the final computer. Once we were all finished and just were about to start the game, mom called us for a big family dinner. I sat down with us players and started to discuss what we could play, just to avoid killing each other. I didn't trust anyone to play a Sorcerer or Rogue, as they could kill the rest of us if they weren't skilled enough, but someone else wanted to play one and I felt I had to abide. I woke up before I got to play.
I was out in the forest and was fighting a couple of friends. We were split up into two teams and tried to hold different buildings. I was fighting as Lunara and had an unlimited number of poisoned spears. I knew the enemy had automatic guns, but that I could resist at least a couple of shots. One of my opponents hid in a closet, so I started impaling it with spears and think one broke through to damage him. Three others were sitting in a staircase, looking out through the windows, but I came from them from behind and started flinging my spears at them. It was very satisfying.
I was out in the forest and was fighting a couple of friends. We were split up into two teams and tried to hold different buildings. I was fighting as Lunara and had an unlimited number of poisoned spears. I knew the enemy had automatic guns, but that I could resist at least a couple of shots. One of my opponents hid in a closet, so I started impaling it with spears and think one broke through to damage him. Three others were sitting in a staircase, looking out through the windows, but I came from them from behind and started flinging my spears at them. It was very satisfying.
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