PAUL'S GRANDMOTHER REVIEWS DIABLO 2

  I liked this game, especially since I could attack
people. I come home every day from long afternoons of scouring Wal-Mart aisles and my husband thinks I want to bake him brownies? Ha! I tried to teach Wayne Diablo 2 so I could sneak up on him and attack him with my Merciless Axe of Gore, but he claimed his arthritis keeps him from playing, the pansy.

  Last week, I joined to a whole guild of players who didn't take guff from anybody, especially their sickly, brownie-loving husbands. We went all over the Bloor Moor, attacking people with lots of hostility and taking all their gold and gems. I left all the shiny things to my grandson, Smashing Paul, a nice young Pal of Din. He hates brownies.  Our buddies and I helped Smashing Paul attack unsuspecting Amyzons. We split up the money and laughed at our victims, and then I told them, "I'm not baking anything for you cowgirls!"

  Since I left all the monetary concerns up to Smashing Paul, I had more time to focus on my magic Horizon cube. At first I thought it was just like a purse, but I discovered that I could make gory weapons if I put the right ingredients into it. I could smash things even better!

  But then Smashing Paul wanted me to give him a weapon. He may be my grandson, but that doesn't make him a Diablomaster.

"Make me!" I replied. I threw the cube at Paul's head, just to show him who's boss.

  Wayne wanted meatloaf last night, but I preferred victimizing hapless journeymen with my merciless axe! I screamed, "Use the magic Horizon cube and make your own meatloaf, Wayne!"

  I'd say Diablo 2 is a fine game for all ages.