I Miss Dark Souls (Or, My Thoughts on Elden Ring)
I miss Dark Souls. That is the thought that crossed my mind when I felled Malenia, Goddess of Rot. After that moment, there was a single feeling that washed over me: exhaustion. I was exhausted of playing Elden Ring. Thoroughly and viciously, I was utterly exhausted. To be upfront about it, I have quite a love-hate relationship with Elden Ring. Sometimes, I hate it. I wonder how some of the stupendously idiotic decisions and enemies and encounters even made it past initial conceptualization. Other times, I am in love with it. I cannot fathom how what I'm seeing was dreamt by a human mind, how it coalesced into something so incredible. Mostly? It's both. There was rarely ever a time I felt indifferent to it. I have no idea where to start when talking about this game. I have tried to put my thoughts into words three times so far, and all of those times they completely failed to convey my feelings. I think it comes down to one thing: I am saddened by this game. I am not angry at ...