Your hexagonal hyper walls haven’t changed one bit. At least I don’t have light bonfire’s between bouts of insta-death here.
Artorias. Incarceration is awful and I know you’re feeling resentful but batting me around with your whopping great sword isn’t helping either of us.
Squealing town pigs. You ganged up on me, took barely any damage and then leapt down that massive well. Hope you were prepared to die.
Unspeaking fellow. You bumped into a trio of unsavoury Aussies not ten feet from me. I hid in a bush for an age while they laughed about gunning you down in cold blood.
Gyges the Great. You were doing a splendid job of renovating the blue cave, but then your giant pals barged in and you all started fucking us up until we killed you.
Melusine, the charmer. You turned my healer against me with your kissy magic, but I stabbed her back into place. Then my ninja chick went tits at you for ages.
Rodeo fellow. You weren’t pleased with my Titan’s efficacy so you leapt on his nog and started shooting the place up. Glad we packed the smoke ordinance that fucks you off.
Yuga, you big bugger. I didn’t like it when the walls weren’t there, but they came through in the end and that dead man’s volley midpoint was happy thing. So long.
Sizeable Shark. Granted, that loudmouth krait witch is driving us both to distraction, but no need for all the biting. At least stacked bleed damage undoes you sort of swiftly.
Goddamn armoured hand. You ought to take better care of your crumbling floors. Less slapping, more repaving. I need a stronger sword.