User blog:Fred Druidson/Alas, farewell Diablo franchise. It seems we barely knew thee.

There was a time when Diablo was one of my favorite things. Diablo 2 was the *perfect* game: it aged better than all of its contemporaries, and most of the games that came after it, too.

In the process of sequel-making, there's always this risk of failing to duplicate whatever it was that made you a success to begin with. Diablo 2 succeeded; but its successor, Diablo 3, did not.

I did my due diligence, though: I played through the game once. I endured the stupidity of the new storyline, the crass money-making scheme built into the game by its twin demons of shoddy random drop generation and "auction house." I was one of the ones who sat on day one and waited endless hours just to play this flawed, always-online game that dared lay claim to the name of one of my most beloved things.

This game is inferior. It is unworthy of my attention. And it makes me sad, because never did I think I would say these things about a game with so storied a name as Diablo.