Thank you, Chris Cornell, for that special moment and all the ones before.
And my youth I pray to keep.
Two years after I've first begun playing Dark Souls I decided to get myself a gamepad and get back at it again. It's such an intense game, there's no way describing it. I must've died a hundred times over, quite literally, and still don't grow tired of getting up and trying again.
One big aspect of the game is figuring out how it even works. I played for four hours only to decide to start over again, because I messed up my character stats. Then after 16 more hours I recognized that I missed out on some of the critical game mechanics and began anew. Now I'm feeling that I really got the hang of it and it's not that hard anymore. Still incredibly teeth-grinding, air-out-your-lungs-pulling fucking hard. Simply love it.
Barry Moser illustrating Frankenstein. Woodcut, 1984
Also I'm always having the most unreal dreams when I'm here. This is a still of Letter Never Sent, 1959.
Rest easy, old fool. Your obdurance will live through.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau - Égalité devant la mort, 1848
Carlos Schwabe - Death and the Gravedigger, 1895
My father's gonna die real soon. Thank you for giving me life, Dietmar.
You had them in your thrall, now rest easy, old friend.
These tadpoles weren't as lucky as their numerous would-be-relatives we saw in the mountain forests the other day. For some reason they all died before they could hatch.
I'm kinda excited bout this as this game basically took on the challenge to carry on the spirit of what is probably my all-time favourite: Baldur's Gate 2. I'm only an hour or so into it and the innovative setting and engaging way of storytelling already got me. And now after I hung out enough with these dudes I need to find out where all this mad whispering is coming from. Excuse me for a sec.
the fuck is happening here!?