Little known cultural fact. Ever since the darksign started blighting people in Lordran, and death stopped being a thing, we’ve developed a fun little game. Basically what you do is you get a partner, and you see who can be more dead. I lose. All the time. For example, I played it with Nito last time on Dooty Doot Dark Souls, and I lost hardcore. Nito ended up so much deader than me.
But now we’ve got all the Lord Souls! So we can do the Best Chosen One thing and save the world, right? Man, I bet you can’t wait! We’ve been running this series like two years now, and finally, we’re ready to go and bring it! The end is in sight!
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I’ve got some business to take care of first. See, we had picked up the Darkmoon Séance Ring in the Catacombs. You recall what I mentioned from the ring’s description? That it claimed the Dark Sun Gwyndolin was the last remaining deity in Anor Londo? And how we got set on this whole crazy kill everybody for their souls deal by the supposed Goddess Gwynevere, right there?
Somebody’s lying to me.
AND I DON’T LIKE THAT!
I speak with her. She just repeats her tired spiel. Urging me to go and be the Best Chosen One I already am, and just listen to Big Snake Dungmouth. I’m not having it. The ring says you’re not here, yet here you are. I want to get to the bottom of this. By force.
I swing. My blade doesn’t reach her. No reaction.
I hurl a fireball into her gut. It explodes against her. No reaction.
I draw my bow, and send an arrow up her nose. No…
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