Oh dear Blizzard, hear our plight,
Season 4’s not feeling right.
Tempering RNG we find,
Leaves our builds in quite a bind.
To play around, we always strive,
Yet diverse classes can’t survive.
One moment strong, the next we’re weak,
Inconsistent, our futures bleak.
The traps and vaults, they do confound,
Our patience thin, our gripes profound.
Constructs meant to aid our quest,
Fall short of making us impressed.
Affixes that change with days,
Leave us in a puzzled haze.
Damage dealt on Tuesday’s rise,
Wednesday’s woes bring sad goodbyes.
Patch notes read, we sigh, we groan,
Changes leave us all alone.
The pet you gave us, cute and small,
Barely helps when demons call.
Season of Blood, you set the bar,
Now this construct feels subpar.
We crave the loot, the joy, the thrill,
But Season 4’s a bitter pill.
Classes varied, builds galore,
Yet balance issues we implore.
Fix the grind, the drops, the fun,
So Diablo’s battles won.
Blizzard, take this rhyming plea,
Make our game the best it can be.
Hear our voices, loud and true,
And bring us back the Diablo we knew.