Oh, I forgot to make the joke:
Now I finished the #DarkSouls trilogy, all four of them.
(That includes #DemonsSouls.)
Technically, I can keep making that joke without going too far (Scholar of the First Sin is quite different, for example), and for a long, long time if I blur the line (remasters are not that different, or FromSoftware has had similar games since the original PlayStation).
Should I prolong my suffering/enjoyment by going into the past? Hm.
I hate that chaos-sized bed! Argh! And even the developers know what they did.
On the other hand, I just got a nice letter from the Astora’s Save Solaire organization (full name only, they don’t like their acronym). Specialists are working with him, he’s recovering nicely.
“Boss, we got complaints that the skeletons rolling around in Demon’s Souls felt silly. Broke the immersion and all that.”
“Oh, yeah?! Put them into wheels, then!”
Dark Souls is like #TheLegendOfZelda…
Dark Souls is like #Castlevania…
Nah! Dark Souls is like #Doom: you are running around in #HeavyMetal looking places, fighting demons, and constantly need keys.
Strangely, there are both Seath and Sif, and they are both scaleless.
The demon in Asylum was so nice that I killed it twice.
By the way, I added a #NotFullyLiveSoulsPosting hashtag, similar to #NotFullyLiveVoidPosting, so feel free to filter this nonsense out.
The key to playing these types of games is knowing when to take a sip. I mean both the in-game health item and the real-life cup of whatever you are drinking.
I just spend a lot of time leveling up so I can wield *that* bow. Then I upgraded the bow and bought a lot of arrows. Then I killed the dragon. I got 10k souls and I feel nothing.
Revenge is not worth it, kids.
Andrew