Been rather silent lately. Last week was busy. This week I’ve been consumed by Dynasty Warriors. There hasn’t been enough Dark Souls III going on. I feel odd not writing, or updating this thing, so here’s a quick update: Part of that is due to Anor Londo being fucking hard. I’m not bitching. I love… Continue reading Trashy Update
HEAR YE! HEAR YE! I played Dark Souls III some more. YEAH! I found the bastard sword. Praise the Fine Work! That was a reference. Didn’t get it? That’s because you’re not me. Bet you wish you were me. Every time you beat a boss, everyone writes the message Fine Work! Usually, in Souls games,… Continue reading Day Three
Dork Souls continues boys. Keep those pants on. I know you’re excited but damn, we’ve got work to do! I progressed through the area I ended last night, finding and defeating the boss. In between boss runs I explored heavily, and I ended up finding a really good battle ax that had dark damage. All… Continue reading Day Two
It’s a national holiday and schools are closed. Thanks Obama! Schools are not closed. That was a joke I stole from Chris Rock’s twitter. Every time a famous African American birthday occurs on the weekend, he says Obama closed down schools for their birthday, as though for a national holiday. This has nothing to do… Continue reading Day One
Every quest has an end. With far too much effort, I dragged myself back to Drangleic in pursuit of evolution. Mountain Dew King was far too mighty in a land of mortals. In lands of immortality, such as Drangleic, Mountain Dew King is unmatched. All others bow to him, and pray to him, now, for… Continue reading Quest: Part Four: The End
My name is Dewrito. I am told that is a strange name. Some laugh. I’m not sure where it came from. I remember my father saying something about an old soda. It was no Nuka Cola. Nuka Cola survived the apocalypse, the bottle caps used as money. He said he didn’t want me to be born… Continue reading Dewrito Chapter One
Mashed potatoes. Raw. That’s the only way to live. Mashed potatoes so Raw. You couldn’t sip them Through a Straw. A poem by Drandegun Nebs Thank you. So the quest given to me by the Gods has gone an interesting turn. I find myself not in the worlds of Drangleic, nor the grand and… Continue reading Quest: Part Three
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