I hate myself and don’t want to live anymore…the living hell that is Elden Ring
(It’s been a long time, so I’m a bit rusty and didn’t feel like putting on the editor’s hat at all for this one, so make sure you take that into consideration before you — rightly– call me a fucking idiot in the comments.) I awaken from my latest death in the bowels of Elphael, Brace of the Haligtree and run down the corridor that I’ve run down 36 previous times and stand before the shroud of mist that obscures my path into the lair of Malenia Blade of Miquella. I have visited the Raya Lucaria Academy three times in these 36 previous runs, completely respeccing my character from bleed/dex build, to fire art/faith build, to intelligence/whogivesashit build and, finally, back to fire art/faith build. It is at this point that I sit back and begin to wonder just what the fuck I’m doing with my life.