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I like the idea of making a Wizard first, but I think the Demon Hunter will overwhelm me at release. I really like the feel of darker classes and the anti-hero. The wizard is an upstart though and could easily be considered somewhat of a darker hero, willing to do whatever to be the best. I'm honestly torn. Looking at other people's decisions, it appears the Wizard might need some loving in that so many people want to make Demon Hunters.

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Considering we are a fansite for a game that isn't out yet, the closer we get and then release, we will see more and more new members.

Some people around here still consider me a "new" member. Especially those members who were a part of this site before announcement and before the name change b

^.^ I'm still an avid reader. Once my post count got deleted from the transition of the old site to this one, I gave up.

I would like to believe that she uses some innate demon-gift to pressurize the air around her into making bolts to be fired through her crossbows. That is a good enough explanation for me, so i'll just keep on believing it.

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I agree. Some single demon to fight along with you would be great. I mean, in D2, the amazon had the Valkyrie, assassin had the shadow master. I would like single demon summon.

I didn't necessarily mean a summon, I meant that she literally took control over a nearby demon. I think this system would be a bit more dynamic in that you are obviously getting a level appropriate minion, because your enemies are level appropriate, and it gives greater variety in the minions that she can posses. This variety somewhat plays into the whole being prepared and assassin-like vibe that the Demon Hunter has, because if a player knows which enemies (obviously the demon hunter knows demons) are good for whatever situations, the player can utilize certain demons.

This could be translated over into PVP in that the Demon Hunter could steal away other player's (mainly the Witch Doctor) summons.

This will garner me hate, but i'd really like to see the Demon Hunter (be it in shadow or trap) have a Forced Coercion spell, with which the player could gain control of a monster to use, thereby forcing it to kill other monsters. Only one, not so much like the Witch Doctor's ability which is short lasting and AOE based. This ability would be permanent (or at least until monster death.) I think it fits the Demon Hunter in that not only is she mercilessly killing demons, she is forcing demons to experience the same dominance they exhibit over humans. She is one sick, twisted and vengeful individual. The demon hunter is out to make demons fear her; what more to fear than being forced to kill other demons -- they tend to hold grudges.

Also, to clarify, this would be a pet based skill.

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Ya you should definitely continue it.

The main character himself(Cooper) is not very like-able(up til now). But since this story has just started, I am expecting a lot more from him...like for him to develop above the meager existence of a womanizer.
It all depends on what you want to do with him. Usually a character who starts out like Cooper, has more potential to becoming an endearing character if you progress him rightly.
Just my opinion though.

Just a little insignificant mistake-


I think you meant "your" rather than "you're"

Keep up the good work.

Thanks so much for the progress review, as I was holding out for one before I continued on in writing it, and I am glad to know you have enjoyed it so far. Also, I am sure there are bound to be a few spelling errors here and there; hopefully such errors don't really detract from the story though. Thanks again, and I suppose I shall push forward in writing this.

Quick update -- Synopsis added for all those interested, yet put off by the expansive text that follows it.

Also, would future readers please give me some direction as to whether I should continue this project or abandon it for something else? Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

"Holy shit!" Cooper shouted as he fell backwards onto the floor.

Despite the fact that there had been no sightings of life near the outpost, his heart was racing; he was in a state of shock, and the only thing he could do was look back up towards the window. Much to his relief however, Cooper saw something entirely different from what he had expected. Spindles, the outpost's resident maintenance technician was looking in at him, cheerily smiling as he checked the exterior of the structure.

"Damn! You scared me good," laughed Cooper, but Spindles just shrugged and went back to scrolling across the surface of the command center.

Still slightly shaken, Cooper stood up slowly in order to avoid any pain from the corrosion on his stomach. " Too late!" he thought, as a burst of discomfort shot across his entire body.

"Ah, I have been looking everywhere for you," came a familiar voice, "always trying to skimp out on me."

Cooper looked flustered, "No, not at all captain, was' uh... just on my way to see you."

Hane Pomroy, or the 'captain' for short, was in his mid-fifties; approaching old age, but still full of passion. "Coming to my quarters by walking away from them?" he chuckled. "You need to lighten up. Always looken' like you're in pain. I can't have my crew feeling sorry for our resident tough-guy."

"Ye..ah," Cooper spluttered, trying not to convey that his body felt like it was falling apart.

"Estella and I have been meaning to talk to you," he continued, "and you know how adamant she is about getting things accomplished."

"Adamant? That... ...you're little 'friend' had me doing her grunt work for a week," grumbled Cooper.

"My grunt work?" said another equally familiar, yet far more odious voice, "maybe if you weren't so unintelligible you'd understand how important my research is."

Cooper spun around to see Estella, an ominously beautiful women, with darkly alluring features walking towards him. "I mean, this place is special, it's essentially one huge clump of resources."

"And once my superiors are made aware of how truly special this place is..." she resumed.

"Oh, give it a rest Estella, we both know this place is just another wasteland floating around in space," joked the captain.

"Yeah, we just had to pick the frozen one," Cooper groaned.

Estella looked angry, "It's not just a wasteland! In a few weeks I will have all the evidence I need to prove that this place is a solid mass of minera ore."

Looking amused, the captain joked, "You keep dreaming Estella, but we men have to retain order around here, and make sure everything is still working." After a slight pause, he looked towards Cooper and continued, "Did you hear that they found a hole underneath the reactor?"

"Straight from the woodpecker's mouth," Cooper said bitterly.

The captain at first laughed, but then his face went stern, "You know as well as I do boy that Alice is always going to choose what she knows'll stick around."

The captains comment took Cooper by surprise, and while Cooper prepared to interject, Kamryn's voice echoed down the hall.

"Speak of the devil," Estella grinned playfully, "I wonder what could be so urgent? Perhaps he needs another gold star?"

"Captain! Captain! There... We... We... My workers they... They found a body!" yelped Kamryn as he halted to a stop, still trying to catch his breath. "A body, underneath, underneath... in the hole underneath the reactor."

Greetings,

I have been working on this project for awhile, originally it was meant to be a stand-alone flick, but somewhere along the line I decided to make it into a segmentation, which eventually got me all bunked down; continues to ramble. Anyway, this fiction is largely based off of starcraft, it is some months old, as I posted it on another website strictly aimed at Starcraft, but I feel more active here, so I have decided to share it with you all, and would like to ask your opinion on whether or not I should continue past chapter two? Thanks for reading.

Synopsis -- C.U.S.P., a classic mind-bending thriller, set in the Starcraft universe on a remote and seemingly barren planet, follows the last recorded moments of the Wayfarer, its crew, and the mysterious events surrounding the vessel.

One thing is for sure, no one will hear you scream in space.

Judge



"God damn this frozen wasteland," mumbled Cooper as he wrestled to light a cigarette, "Can't even enjoy a smoke without some kinda' headache."

"A headache," he thought, "I'd rather have my ears cut off than come here again." This made him chuckle a little as he remembered why he had come to this dismal place. Seven years married to some stupid broad, "I bet she still thinks I am too busy to write her' letters." No, he couldn't stand her, always griping for something better. The day she wasn't hanging off him' like an extra appendage, he ran for it and rummaged for an opportunity, any opportunity, to get the hell away from everything, and just forget it all. In retrospect, karma had kicked his ass; now he was barely scrapping an existence in the backwater of the universe.

He looked around, the command center was covered in ice, an ugly grayish-blob surrounded by an endless plane of white. He could feel the chilly howl of the wind as it whistled through his ears while finishing his cigarette.

"At least nobody nags me here," he thought.

Then, a voice squeaked out of a small circular widget to the left of him, "Hey! Thick-head! I told you to meet me in the infirmary an hour ago!"

"Scratch that..." grunted Cooper.

"What?" said the voice.

"Nothing. I am on my way." Cooper spat.

"And for god sakes, stop smoking, it's going to be the end of you," and with that, the voice was silenced with the opening of the command center entrance.

Cooper groaned as he dropped the cigarette to his feet, snuffing out it's rapidly dwindling flame. "Ainsleys' got a bug up her ass," he murmured as he proceeded to trek his way to the infirmary.

Cooper stood about six feet tall, with a rugged and muscular frame. He had an oddly handsome complexion; pale white skin, piercingly dark green eyes, and messy black hair that had a slight curl to it. By no means did he look like a typical marine.

"When are you going to start listening to me?" jumped Ainsley as Cooper opened the door to the infirmary. "You're as good as terminally ill, and you go outside to smoke? Are you completely stupid?"

Before Ainsley could say another word, Cooper lifted his shirt, revealing a mark that stretched from his bellybutton to the side of his stomach. "It's getting bigger Ainsley," said Cooper with a look seldom found on his face, agony.

Ainsley looked shocked, "It.. It was just a spec a few days ago."

She pushed her slender body against him and gave him what she considered to be her best 'sad' hug. "Cooper."

He backed away as Ainsley stood vacantly, staring at him. There she was, a petite red-head, with an admittedly nice rack, signaling to him that he was going to die. "Don't tell the others," he said. "I don't want them to know."

Ainsley still looked vacant. "You know I can't..." she whispered.

"If you love me at all, you won't tell anyone," snapped Cooper, "Nobody."

"Cooper, you know I... I..." she continued to whisper, "You've got awhile, maybe I can signal for your transfer to a better medical facility?"

Cooper, now sitting on a lab table, tugged Ainsley toward him. She could feel his breath on her neck as he began, "I..."

The door code beeped, and as the door began to lift open, Ainsley swung herself around.

Then, there entered a rather ordinary looking man, lean, but somewhat short, with a relatively bald head.

"Alice! I've been looking everywhere for you," yipped Kamryn as he leaned in to kiss her. "You know they found a hole down underneath the reactor, and I get to go manage the CV's while they fix it!"

"That's great babe!" said Ainsley, "But..."

"Yeah I know!" Kamryn interrupted, "and it's not like anyone ever gets sick around here, so I thought maybe you could come watch me?"

"Well, I... I guess," Ainsley stammered as she looked back at Cooper, who seemed thoroughly fed up.

"Yeah, I was just leaving," grunted Cooper as he headed for the door.

"Oh, and uh... Cooper, the captain was asking for you earli," continued Kamryn, but Cooper was already gone.

Angrily, Cooper made his way down the lengthy hallway leading to his bed quarters, until something in an adjacent window caught his eye. At first it seemed like nothing, but again, seconds later, something danced into view. Now, slightly worried, Cooper peered directly through the window, staring out into the world of snow. Then it happened, something large and clunky pounded against the glass back at him.

Several months ago when I had the resources to afford WoW, I and maybe a collection of three or four other people, ran a guild for 5 man dungeon achievements. Essentially it's a few people that run most every dungeon todos los dias in exchange for gold and occasionally a raid spot. It's cumbersome, but you'd be surprised how many people dislike pugging, especially if a friendly professional group is just around the corner if you've got some spare change. Maybe I am just a little bit off topic?

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The case with SICK is somewhat special. This clan grew with the forums and actually help build this place. It's part of DiabloFans history and it was already affiliated to this forum since the begining. It should stay that way, but this does not exclude the presence of other clans. To me, SICK is a prestigious clan simply because it was there before D3 was revealed and it was there at the very start of this community. It should therefore be the dominant clan. If a clan gets better than SICK, I'm all for it, it's "natural selection" and everything is in order.

If I were to choose between a newly formed clan and clan SICK, I would choose without hesitation SICK. Now, if you want to choose something else, it's your choice. But don't come crying back to me saying that the clan leaders stole all your gear and called you a brat as we do not take traitors among our ranks :evil:.... NAHHHHH just kidding man, we're gonna be a cool clan and welcome you with open arms.

Well, I hope I made my point clear ^_^.

Really, i'd just prefer there to be no single clan sub-forum like what SICK had, rather a forum in which multiple clans had their own threads or even just a guild recruitment forum leading to other websites. It's so irresponsible to hand over a chunk of a website to a separate entity.

If the website hosts a guild, it's obviously affiliated with it. Anyway, it doesn't matter if the idea has been fermenting for years and years, manure will smell like manure whenever revisited. Also, if framing members to join a clan by providing that group with its own built-in means of advertising is the only conceivable idea in relation to encouraging those same players to play a game, then the sky is bright bubble-gum pink and trees are made from pastry dough.

Sorry to post directly after my older post, but the edit button on my browser is behaving quite naughtily.

I think it would be a much more sensible idea to create a guild recruitment forum, rather than just create a clan and let it dominate. That way people make their own websites and communities instead of leeching off that of others and this website's members are encouraged to play diablo.

I can understand the incentive to create a website guild, but to literally just allow one to act as a parasite infecting this website is neglectful. The only reason why people would join it is because it's here and they'd probably see it as a way to better themselves within the community. Also, rationalizing a guild forum based on the fact that every subject deserves its own subdivision is completely immature and not well thought out at all. I was the person to originally start an art thread in the general forum on the older website, it grew to have so many posts that admins considered it useful to create a forum; that's how blocking should work.

I am not trying to be a negative-nancy, nor am I trying to be overly aggressive, but creating a guild just because it seems like a fashionable idea is very irresponsible.

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Silver might, but he left in a rage so I don't know how people will feel about following him again. Maybe his older friends will return and they'll work from there. We might have another big clan coming on the scene here soon(c), though

To be honest, I do not think it's very sportsmanlike to house a guild within a more news-related website, like the previous situation regarding sick. It usually just establishes factions and wrongly encourages people to join said guild, especially as the media can work to that guild's advantage.

For me, coming back to this website in early 2006, after having its name change as an initial shock, I was severely disappointed in the addition of clan sick, because most everything inevitably centered around it at the time. This place is more about a community related to Diablo, not a guild that plays the game and just happens to report stuff about it.

In essence, my opinion is that if one is interested in establishing or joining a guild and participating with its members outside of a game, keep it separate from places like this.

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I have to say I'm glad she isn't just wearing a leather thong. That's mostly what I've been fearing. I hate how most video games to that to women.

To be honest, I slightly expected the female version of the monk to be a tad bit older, if not elderly, so I was hoping against all odds that she wouldn't be clad in just a thong.