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Dark Souls? Sounds Like My Feet After A Week Without Washing.
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The Inquisitive Automaton
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Apr 12 2012
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Well, unlike yesterday, I don't have anything particularly fun or entertaining to ramble on about. My day's been average and uneventful. My confidence has drooped a little again, but I'm putting that down to tiredness, having spent the entirety of last night sitting up, listening to jazz... Yeah, we all know who's to blame for that one.
So, after my Mass Effect 2 craze and crash, I've been pursuing Dark Souls. And what a ride it's been. I've spent about an hour or two traversing the Undead Burg trying to avoid getting slaughtered by packs of the undead with a little bit of success. Not much, but a little. I remember the game sending a middle finger flying into my face in the form of a burning barrel suddenly rolling down a flight of stairs I had been trying to ascend, followed by a skeleton equipped with sword and shield. It's a miracle I survived that encounter. But, I tell you, after three deaths, NOTHING beats that euphoric feeling of defeating the Taurus Demon for the first time. ...Well, maybe beating some of the bosses afterwards. But it's still pretty darn tootin'.
So after slaying the Taurus Demon, I confidently swaggered away, rating up any messages that said "I did it!" so that we might all revel in the glory of defeating the first true boss, spoke to my first Saint and then, feeling like I could take on the entirety of the Dark Souls world and perhaps make it through, stepped onto a bridge, whereupon a dragon suddenly materialised and set fire to my hindquarters. I then lost the 5000 souls I had so foolhardily been carrying after getting set upon by another pack of the undead that I hadn't been quick enough to avoid. I promptly turned the game off before I could ragequit. That action is like ragequitting, but I ultimately take the moral high ground.
So, after my Mass Effect 2 craze and crash, I've been pursuing Dark Souls. And what a ride it's been. I've spent about an hour or two traversing the Undead Burg trying to avoid getting slaughtered by packs of the undead with a little bit of success. Not much, but a little. I remember the game sending a middle finger flying into my face in the form of a burning barrel suddenly rolling down a flight of stairs I had been trying to ascend, followed by a skeleton equipped with sword and shield. It's a miracle I survived that encounter. But, I tell you, after three deaths, NOTHING beats that euphoric feeling of defeating the Taurus Demon for the first time. ...Well, maybe beating some of the bosses afterwards. But it's still pretty darn tootin'.
So after slaying the Taurus Demon, I confidently swaggered away, rating up any messages that said "I did it!" so that we might all revel in the glory of defeating the first true boss, spoke to my first Saint and then, feeling like I could take on the entirety of the Dark Souls world and perhaps make it through, stepped onto a bridge, whereupon a dragon suddenly materialised and set fire to my hindquarters. I then lost the 5000 souls I had so foolhardily been carrying after getting set upon by another pack of the undead that I hadn't been quick enough to avoid. I promptly turned the game off before I could ragequit. That action is like ragequitting, but I ultimately take the moral high ground.
