So I like to write, especially things that say something, but can mean something entirely different. That is to say, analogic pieces. Take this as tongue in cheek as possible, because that's how I wrote it. It was more for the exercise of writing than any relaying of my actual feelings of the game/company. I appreciate any feedback. Yes, it's about D3.
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Remember that girl who was your childhood friend? The one you started to date when you were a teen? The one who moved away after high-school, yet neither of you wanted to say goodbye? She was a normal girl, not concerned about being too pretty, but pretty nonetheless. She had heart and soul, and never tried to control you.
Remember that time her parents came home early, and you hid under her bed until they had gone to sleep? You didn't even leave then--you stayed there the whole night, and went back under her bed to sleep. Remember that time you were bored and hungry, when you found a five underneath your couch cushion? You took her for some couch-money fast food, and it was great. She'd always give you little gifts. They were never anything great, but they were special, because it was the thought that counted. She'd always cheer you up when you were feeling down, she'd make you feel awesome when you felt like crap. She'd always find something entertaining to do with you when you were bored. And best of all, she was always around when you needed her.
Well, she came back, ten years later. You were the first person she saw, or maybe it was you who first saw her. You were waiting for this moment for oh so long, even though you convinced yourself you weren't. Why wouldn't you be, you never stopped loving her. She wants to get back together with you, and of course, without hesitation, you say you feel the same.
She's grown up, as have you. Now she's under a layer of make-up and hotter than ever, while your still the same as the day she left. You two have the times of your lives together, and everything seems perfect, for a while. As time goes on, something feels off about her. You can't quite put your finger on it, so you go with it anyways; you want this, she wants this. A lot of the time, she tells you what to do, how to act, and frowns at you when you act strange. It shouldn't be strange, you think, we we're like this before.
She likes to go out a lot, without you. You're fine with it, adults have lives. You like to call her every once in a while, or just text, but it never gets answered. Some days you plan to do something with her, and then she 'has something come up' at the last minute and has to leave. She hasn't even told you what that something is.
You start to suspect, even though you don't want to. You ask her about it, but she denies it all. She just doesn't seem right, and that makes you worry. You look depressed, but she never even bothers to ask. And one time, during sex, she complained that you were going too fast, and told you to slow down by at least half; all cause she was to tired.
You think to ask her parents why she's like she is, and they tell you simply, people change. She's seen some stuff, she's different now, she's been with different people, and let others show her how to live. Her parents influence has all but left her; she cast it off and moved on.
You try to keep it together, you still love her, you think. Sometimes, when you go out on the town with her, she goads you into buying something for her. How can you resist giving her that smile she gets when you do? So you do. But you start to have financial trouble. You've spent a lot of money on her, but it was all in good, right? You've always been good with your money, though, and you have to pay the bills first and foremost. It's got to stop, you're going to go broke, and so you cut down.
You can't believe it, she complains about it. She tells you you haven't gotten her a gift in at least a week. At least a week, you think, that should be good enough for anyone. But not her. You try to explain to her you've gone a little over your means, but she won't listen. The next day, you find your spare house keys, the ones you lent her, sitting on the kitchen counter. She's gone. But somehow, that's not the saddest part. She's drained you dry and left you desolate. She's danced on your emotions. She used your memories, and left muddy footprints on them. Then tore apart your wallet. Because that was all she cared about from the time she returned, till now.
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Remember that girl who was your childhood friend? The one you started to date when you were a teen? The one who moved away after high-school, yet neither of you wanted to say goodbye? She was a normal girl, not concerned about being too pretty, but pretty nonetheless. She had heart and soul, and never tried to control you.
Remember that time her parents came home early, and you hid under her bed until they had gone to sleep? You didn't even leave then--you stayed there the whole night, and went back under her bed to sleep. Remember that time you were bored and hungry, when you found a five underneath your couch cushion? You took her for some couch-money fast food, and it was great. She'd always give you little gifts. They were never anything great, but they were special, because it was the thought that counted. She'd always cheer you up when you were feeling down, she'd make you feel awesome when you felt like crap. She'd always find something entertaining to do with you when you were bored. And best of all, she was always around when you needed her.
Well, she came back, ten years later. You were the first person she saw, or maybe it was you who first saw her. You were waiting for this moment for oh so long, even though you convinced yourself you weren't. Why wouldn't you be, you never stopped loving her. She wants to get back together with you, and of course, without hesitation, you say you feel the same.
She's grown up, as have you. Now she's under a layer of make-up and hotter than ever, while your still the same as the day she left. You two have the times of your lives together, and everything seems perfect, for a while. As time goes on, something feels off about her. You can't quite put your finger on it, so you go with it anyways; you want this, she wants this. A lot of the time, she tells you what to do, how to act, and frowns at you when you act strange. It shouldn't be strange, you think, we we're like this before.
She likes to go out a lot, without you. You're fine with it, adults have lives. You like to call her every once in a while, or just text, but it never gets answered. Some days you plan to do something with her, and then she 'has something come up' at the last minute and has to leave. She hasn't even told you what that something is.
You start to suspect, even though you don't want to. You ask her about it, but she denies it all. She just doesn't seem right, and that makes you worry. You look depressed, but she never even bothers to ask. And one time, during sex, she complained that you were going too fast, and told you to slow down by at least half; all cause she was to tired.
You think to ask her parents why she's like she is, and they tell you simply, people change. She's seen some stuff, she's different now, she's been with different people, and let others show her how to live. Her parents influence has all but left her; she cast it off and moved on.
You try to keep it together, you still love her, you think. Sometimes, when you go out on the town with her, she goads you into buying something for her. How can you resist giving her that smile she gets when you do? So you do. But you start to have financial trouble. You've spent a lot of money on her, but it was all in good, right? You've always been good with your money, though, and you have to pay the bills first and foremost. It's got to stop, you're going to go broke, and so you cut down.
You can't believe it, she complains about it. She tells you you haven't gotten her a gift in at least a week. At least a week, you think, that should be good enough for anyone. But not her. You try to explain to her you've gone a little over your means, but she won't listen. The next day, you find your spare house keys, the ones you lent her, sitting on the kitchen counter. She's gone. But somehow, that's not the saddest part. She's drained you dry and left you desolate. She's danced on your emotions. She used your memories, and left muddy footprints on them. Then tore apart your wallet. Because that was all she cared about from the time she returned, till now.
