My greatest fears might come true: I might retire from playing Dark Souls, just as I have retired from being the Slayer of Demons. This game has just run out of gas for me, after all, what last for 1 entire year with gas? Cars certainly don't. Games less. Dark Souls a bit more.
I enjoyed the meeting with our fellow Sunbro Solaire and his gift of friendship. I adored his help in besting the Gargoyles. I was mesmerized during my battle with
I remember the duo of O&S, the guardians to Gwynevere. I remember Gwynevere and the rays of hope in such a cruel world as I took hold of the lordvessel. I remember the head-smacking of the old-withering snake, Kingseeker Frampt. I remember the horrors of Nito, Seathe, BoC and the Four Kings and the inevitable triumph. Then, the glory of Gwyn, and his silent collapse before my blade and my compatriot.
Alas, all good things must come to an end and this game had loss part of its luster. Their is no joy in striking down the 145,345,434 hollow a 234,354,434 time. There is little sense of accomplishment in defeating O&S for the 100th time ...alone. The effort to even make it to NG+ is tedious and boring as of now.
So, I say, that I, the Chosen Undead Seignar, must retire from playing Dark Souls. My only actions left is to platinum this game in honor for its greatness and hope that many games to come will follow in its footsteps.
Long Live Dark Souls
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Although I might still linger in the forums