Alright folks, grab a drink ’cause this Diablo 3 loot run story turned into a wild goose chase. Just booted up my dusty PS4 yesterday afternoon, real simple goal: test if Diablo himself’s still worth punching for gear after all these years.
The Gear Check & Setup
First thing? Checked my Barbarian’s gear. Opened my stash, squinted at the screen. Found some ancient stuff from Season 23, probably last time I played seriously. Gloves looked decent, pants were okay, weapon felt mediocre. Said “good enough,” slapped on some old gems – couple Amethysts for health, Rubies for strength. Rolled straight into Adventure Mode on Torment XVI. Figured, go hard or go home.
- Mundane stuff first: Waypoint to Tristram Cathedral. Hoofed it down the cathedral levels like I’ve done a thousand times.
- Annoying discovery: Felt like an idiot when I realized I hadn’t done the full campaign to unlock the prime evil fight. Had to backtrack. Grumbled, restarted Act IV.
- Warmup slaughter: Charged through Silver Spire like a bulldozer. Smacked around Rakanoth with barely a blink. Easy peasy, just path clearing.
Dropping Into Hell Itself
Finally dropped into the crater right before Diablo’s lair. Atmosphere was pure cheese & fire. Took a deep breath, clicked that glowy portal. There he was – big red devil dude looking smug. Immediately ran circles around him like a hyperactive squirrel. My old Leapquake build kicked in okay, shaking the floor, raining rocks. Diablo did his breath attack, panicked rolled sideways. Hands started sweating a little, controller vibrating like crazy.
Health dipped low once when I got cornered by fire waves. Chugged a health potion, spammed shouts. Took maybe four minutes? Felt longer. Finally smacked him one last time – BOOM! Big explosion effect.
The Moment of Truth (Mostly Disappointing)
Loot explosion time! Junk everywhere like a bad garage sale. Immediately sorted:
- Legendaries: Couple of crappy two-handers barely glowing. A ring that rolled Strength but completely useless passives. Salvage pile material.
- Set items: ONE Might of the Earth piece, but worse than what I was wearing. Insta-shard.
- Crafting mats: Plenty of Veiled Crystals and Forgotten Souls cluttering my bag. Useful for junking later, I guess.
- Diabolical Finger? Seriously? Picked up a rare item called “Diablo’s Finger.” Laughed. Pure junk.
No ancient legendaries. No primal ancient glowing red beams of glory. Not one upgrade for my Barb. Walked away with a backpack full of disappointment and enough Forgotten Souls to maybe craft something okay later.
Conclusion? Luck’s a Fickle Thing
Lesson learned? Diablo drops loot like my grandma drops advice – completely random and not always useful. One fight is nothing. If you wanna test your luck, prepare for a GRIND, not a single punch-up. RNGesus clearly wasn’t home yesterday. Felt like I wasted twenty good minutes of my life. Still got noodles for dinner though. Maybe I’ll bash his head in again tonight. Just ’cause.