It was midnight. I was exhausted. You Died. The red letters hung lazily on my computer monitor as I starred back with a blank expression. “I won’t let it end like this”, I thought to myself. I can’t let the game win. If I quit now, the last 3 hours will have been for nothing. That’s when I hear it – a whisper. The voice in the back of my head. It reminds me that I have to get up for work in 7 hours. Chives impatiently howls at my motionless husk. She is well overdue for her evening playtime. The real world is calling.
Dark Souls is shutdown. Manus, Father of the Abyss, will have to wait for another day. I slide out of my chair, play with Chives, and slither into bed. Defeated. Hollow. If only I could have played a little better, then maybe I…
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