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.

I relent.
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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