Durance in my pants
I finished Act 3 yesterday after killing The High Council and entering The Durance of Hate.

Inside I found Mephisto, brother of the almighty Diablo. He was sort of a dick to me so I slapped him around like a little bitch.

After the long battle with Duriel, Mephisto was bound to be a let down. He didn’t really have much of a strategy other than poisoning me and having an insane amount of hit points. It was more like an Endurance of Hate as my clicking finger ripped right off of my hand and twitched across the floor. I had to coax it out from an air vent with a bowl of Palmolive.

This portal engulfed in flames looks like a good place to rest and recover after defeating a Prime Evil. Perhaps I can construct an asbestos hammock and put my feet up for a spell.


