Why I Hate Dark Souls
Why I Love Dark Souls
My first fevered steps into Dark Souls, like so many others, involved blinking into the hazy blur of its opening cinematics and looking for something to latch onto. Some refence point, some characteristic element; Where are we? When are we? WHAT are we?
If you’ve played these games (as the core Souls series are fundamentally the same in many, many ways) you know that what little story we get tells of an age of fire coming after an age of darkness, followed immediately by another age of darkness. Why? No idea really.
There’s a really important flame somewhere and some git let the draft get in because those embers are starting to die out and it’s up to someone- most likely you- to fix that problem. Just who are we exactly and what place do we fill in the world? Well apparently the one thing we most definitely are is ‘undead’, and there’s something about a Dark Sign that sometimes appears on dead bodies. Why? No idea really.
This marks the begnning of one of my biggest problems with Dark Souls, and the Souls series as a whole, alluding to the story without presenting you with any story. Like referencing a book nobody among your friends has ever read. Telling a joke nobody at the table has the context to find funny. Dark Souls commits an engagement sin as soon as it loads its first cut scene- it cannot leave us wanting more, because it begins with nothing. Continue reading “Why I Hate Dark Souls”