With just over three hours of my marathon to go I was getting a little nervous about meeting my goal of completing the game.
Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep, or my poor withered eyes, or even the drunken shape I find myself in, but the Tomb of the Giants is a very scary place.
Turns out, after half a bottle of wine and 14 straight hours of Dark Souls, quite a lot can go wrong.
With 12 hours gone and what felt like plenty of progress made, I felt that a short and relaxing jaunt into the Painted World would be quite fitting.
It had just gone 10pm, I was 10 hours into my 24 hour Dark Souls marathon, and had just reached Anor Londo.
2013 proved to be a big year for games, not least due to the new console generation landing in our shops very shortly.
Hour 8. Before I could exact a painful revenge on Lautrec there was the small matter of getting myself through Sen’s Fortress in one piece.
Wrong, as it happened. 6 hours into my Dark Souls marathon for Sick Kids Save Point and I was standing on the brink of Blighttown.
When you last heard from me back in May I was fresh from having just cleared Blighttown, rung the second Bell of Awakening, and ventured into the Demon Ruins to batter Ceaseless Discharge as a nice wee bonus.
I can’t really pinpoint exactly what age my son was when I decided to attempt to introduce him to gaming.