Okay, so let me tell ya about this crazy Necro Summoner thing I finally tried out in Diablo 2. Always heard whispers about it being top-tier fun, right? Figured, screw it, time to get my hands dirty and see what the hype’s about compared to my old Barb or Sorc runs.

Starting Out: Just Me, A Wand, And Zero Friends

Rolled the Necro guy fresh outta Lut Golein. Looked skinnier than my grandma’s knitting needles. First thing? Punching zombies ’cause I couldn’t even afford a freaking dagger. Unlocked Raise Skeleton ASAP – figured, “hey, bodies are free real estate.” Felt janky as hell dragging two bony bois around. They’d trip over pebbles, stare at walls… typical interns.

The “Army” Phase: Chaotic Lunchtime In The Tombs

Slapped points into Skeleton Mastery like it was rent money. Suddenly got five bony buddies hitting like wet noodles. Added a Clay Golem – moved slower than cold syrup. Felt like herding cats on Ambien. Farmed Tristram like a maniac just getting stomped while my skeletons played patty-cake with Griswold. Took ages. Almost quit.

Big Gamechanger? Corpse Explosion.

Finally unlocked this beast. Suddenly:

Step 1: Skeletons swarm one chump.
Step 2: Chump dies.
Step 3: BOOM! Whole packs vaporize.

Went from punching bags to Michael Bay real quick. Baal’s minions? Puff – red confetti.

The “Domination” Era: Literal Meat Shields

Hit Nightmare. My skeleton squad ballooned to thirteen bony jerks plus two golems and a dumb-but-loyal pack of Revives. Hydras shot them? Meh. Archers plinked? Zzz. I just… wandered. Ate sammiches while Duriel got mobbed. Diablo tried his big lightning hose. My golem farted at him.

Felt like cheating. Actually yawned during Andariel.

Vs Other Builds: Why Bother Aiming?

Remember playing my Lightning Sorc? Fun, sure – until I’d zap empty spaces ’cause my aim sucked. Barbarian? Whirlwind dizzy-vomit simulator. Paladin? Buff-buff-buff-yawn.

But this:

• Zero aiming needed
• Zero gold spent on pots
• Just kick corpses, point mobs, make popcor

Fun Factor? Stupid, Messy, Glorious.

Is it “strong”? Hell yes. But that’s not why it rules. You feel like a war profiteer. Things die. Skeletons trip over their own tibias. Golems moonwalk off cliffs. Meat explosions paint walls.

Found myself grinning like an idiot while my army face-tanked Mephisto’s blizzards. Didn’t dodge. Didn’t pot. Just threw meat at problems till they went away.
Verdict? Most fun I’ve had getting carried by undead interns. Build’s dumb. Play it.