Should we draft a with another gaming icon, or perhaps write a villainous guide to surviving Anor Londo?
With a "Hey!" and a "Ho!" and a backstab or two,They’ve painted the Undead Burg a deep shade of blue.The fire is gone, and the dark has begun,Because Robbie of Astora is Number One. dark souls - we are number one
They creep through the swamp where the poison runs deep,While the Maneater Mildred is fast in her sleep."Shh! Don't make a sound! Don't trigger the trap!" Step. The sound of a parry echoes like a thunderous clap. Should we draft a with another gaming icon,
He hands out the Cracked Red Eye Orbs with a flair,"Now sneak through the Parish, give the clerics a scare!Don't touch the bonfire! Don't look at the flame!We’re playing a different, more mischievous game." Don't make a sound
"Now look at this ring, that I just found,When I say 'go,' drop the host on the ground!GO!" He tumbles off a ledge into the New Londo ruins. "Ugh, let's try something else."
In the land of Lordran, where the hollows weep,A legend awakens from centuries of sleep.Not Gwyn with his lightning, nor Artorias the Brave,But a man with a plan, rising straight from the grave.
Should we draft a with another gaming icon, or perhaps write a villainous guide to surviving Anor Londo?
With a "Hey!" and a "Ho!" and a backstab or two,They’ve painted the Undead Burg a deep shade of blue.The fire is gone, and the dark has begun,Because Robbie of Astora is Number One.
They creep through the swamp where the poison runs deep,While the Maneater Mildred is fast in her sleep."Shh! Don't make a sound! Don't trigger the trap!" Step. The sound of a parry echoes like a thunderous clap.
He hands out the Cracked Red Eye Orbs with a flair,"Now sneak through the Parish, give the clerics a scare!Don't touch the bonfire! Don't look at the flame!We’re playing a different, more mischievous game."
"Now look at this ring, that I just found,When I say 'go,' drop the host on the ground!GO!" He tumbles off a ledge into the New Londo ruins. "Ugh, let's try something else."
In the land of Lordran, where the hollows weep,A legend awakens from centuries of sleep.Not Gwyn with his lightning, nor Artorias the Brave,But a man with a plan, rising straight from the grave.