A dream fulfilled. Thanks to the community.

Three weeks ago I joined diablo2.io crestfallen with a

Frenzy Barb equipped with a Mania in one hand and Clegaw's Tooth + Brace in the other that limped through nightmare, but whose

Blade fell upon The

Fallen in Hell like a limp pool noodle.

My Barb stumbled into this forum with only a 3/16/20 to his name. Palming the cold, greasy coin in his hand amidst the encampment, he had a Dream. A Dream that some day his axes would

Cleave through the foul spawn in Sanctuary and the cowardly creatures would collapse upon their knees with Grief as he hacked them to mush. He'd deeply inhale the sulfurous, acrid Breath of the Dying hordes as their cacophonous deathrattle erupts their vile corruption outwards, purifying the damned,

Cleansing this land. His eyes blurry, watering from the splatter of demon ichor dripping down his brow, he'd look down at the twitching bloody bodies of his enemies and with a barbaric yawp coins and riches would burst from his slain foes, showering the land.

Three weeks and many trades later, I'm happy to say that Dream is now a reality. Thanks for the trades and for those who stopped to chat afterwards. This is a cool place.

I don't know man, sounds like your barb could use some therapy for his anger issues.

But grats! Always nice to hit that first true milestone.

Schnorki wrote: 1 hour ago

I don't know man, sounds like your barb could use some therapy for his anger issues.

Thanks! He reads Walt Whitman’s poetry to relax and Wind down at the end of the day so hopefully he’ll figure it out.

Amen brother - my Wonkie-Tonkie has a similar Dream. <3 welcome

TheHemlock wrote: 2 hours ago

Three weeks ago I joined diablo2.io crestfallen with a

Frenzy Barb equipped with a Mania in one hand and Clegaw's Tooth + Brace in the other that limped through nightmare, but whose

Blade fell upon The

Fallen in Hell like a limp pool noodle.

My Barb stumbled into this forum with only a 3/16/20 to his name. Palming the cold, greasy coin in his hand amidst the encampment, he had a Dream. A Dream that some day his axes would

Cleave through the foul spawn in Sanctuary and the cowardly creatures would collapse upon their knees with Grief as he hacked them to mush. He'd deeply inhale the sulfurous, acrid Breath of the Dying hordes as their cacophonous deathrattle erupts their vile corruption outwards, purifying the damned,

Cleansing this land. His eyes blurry, watering from the splatter of demon ichor dripping down his brow, he'd look down at the twitching bloody bodies of his enemies and with a barbaric yawp coins and riches would burst from his slain foes, showering the land.

Three weeks and many trades later, I'm happy to say that Dream is now a reality. Thanks for the trades and for those who stopped to chat afterwards. This is a cool place.

I love D2 poetry Congrats and happy slaying!