Dark Souls - We Are Number One Access

The fading fire crackles one last time. From the shadows of the Kiln, a familiar figure emerges—not a Lord of Cinder, but a trickster in stripes. He holds a chin of pure determination and a saxophone forged in the Abyss.

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." dark souls - we are number one

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. The fading fire crackles one last time

"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." He hands out the Cracked Red Eye Orbs

Should we draft a with another gaming icon, or perhaps write a villainous guide to surviving Anor Londo?

The music swells—a choir of brass and of bone,As the Rotten Greatwood dances alone.They’re "Number One" now, in this kingdom of rot,The masters of salt, whether wanted or not.