For the record, I cannot play Zeratul very well. I understand the basic principle of going after the weak ones and finishing them off from the shadows. But as my kill/death ratio with Zeratul can attest, understanding and execution are two completely different things. I always seem to find myself flailing into the middle of team battles completely without realizing what I’m doing. But like when I first picked up Starcraft, I am determined to be good at this character. I will throw myself at Zeratul until one of us breaks. Or there are babies.
After playing Heroes of the Storm for a while I think everyone has the experience of finding one (or more) heroes that just completely click with their playstyle. I was lucky to find mine pretty early, the sparkly and elusive Brightwing. I wanted to play her from the first I heard about the game, honestly. Why? She’s cute, and turns people into squirrels. If squirrels aren't a valid reason to play a hero, I really don’t know what is. Brightwing isn’t the only hero I wanted to play from the look alone - I dabble in E.T.C.
Sometimes the worst thing to ask a depressed person is to talk about their feelings. Its why when people ask me how I’m doing most of the time I answer with “Fine”. Finding the words to express what’s going on my head is difficult, approaching impossible. But I feel like if I don’t try I’m really going to go off the deep end so here goes.
As inevitable as the coming tide is Sarah writing a blog post about Dragon Age. I haven’t finished the game yet, but the time has come. I can no longer hold back the flood of fangirlish glee about this game, and anyone foolhardy enough to continue reading will be subject to adoration of the very highest order. Hyperbole, you say?
By Blackwall’s Glorious Beard, I am not even joking. I could go on for zarking days. But those are days I could be spending playing the game.