In topic: "DARK SOULS TRILOGY DISCUSSION"
I'm huge on all three of these games too! The Soulsborneverse in general is one of the few obsessions I have that rival Homestuck. I could ramble about them forever--I agree with y'all that Dks2 is great in its own special ways, I think HBomberguy's video on it did a good amount for its public opinion--but for now I'll focus on the fact that I've always seen an eerie parallel between Frampt and Kaathe in Dks1 and Caliborn and Calliope respectively.
Two twin serpents, one associated with the Sun/Lordship and one associated with the Dark/Abyss/Black Holes, each pulling humanity in their own ideological directions. It makes me think of Abraxas as Jung writes about it in the 7 Sermons of the Dead. Also Patches is a Ragebound i love that he's inexplicably eternal and just there forever.
My favorite Dark Souls character is actually Laurentius, the starter pyromancer teacher, literally just because I find his gruff caring weirdly charming and also he gives you a piece of his pyromancy flame and asks you not to go hollow explicitly. From Soft you should do a dating sim about him. Actually a Friendsim/PQuest style visual novel adventure where you befriend like, Laurentius and Solaire and Gwyndolin and Queelag feeds your humanity to her sister and Patches throws you off a cliff would go hard. Ok I'm done for now.
'"I thought this was a love story," you say.
Your Lola's insistence has remained with you since the beginning, and you say these words in a quiet manner, with a shrug, as if to let these performers know it is fine, it does not matter that much, this thought—that maybe the definition of what a love story is could be stretched to include all that has up till now taken place. You say it like an apology. Like it is a thing to be apologized for.
A runaway child, charging through the porcelain shelves:
I thought this was a love story. I had hoped this was a love story.
You say it with shame, embarrassed at having said it, wishing you could take it back.
You say it, worried that you have betrayed some secret part of yourself that does not wish to be exposed—
an old gremlin in you, sick and yearning. You say it with hope.
Timid, and without conviction.
The hope of someone who knows they are about to wake from a dream to a reality they do not understand. The pub awaits, as does your empty bed.
I thought this was a love story.
You regret having said it; as if you know it will lessen the quality of the tale. Rob it of its smoke and shadow. But still, you say it.
And this moonlit body smiles. And from the wings the patting of the drums slowly builds, and the curtains behind the dancers rise. Because you are right, this moonlit body tells you;
This is indeed a love story. Down to the blade-dented bone.'
-You, in the Inverted Theater - The Spear Cuts Through Water
"I don't care if the best I can hope for is half of what I want. I'm not here for a realistic outcome. I'm just going to fight! Forever! With perfect greed! Until I get everything!"
-Saturn, Heaven will be Mine
