Bows are quick to fire if you have high enough dexterity, daggers can be stabbed into exposed backs for devastatingly powerful and wet-sounding critical hits. Clubs and maces feel heavy and powerful when brought down on heads – especially with a character's heavy attack (mapped to right-mouse or R2 on a pad). Spears are jabbed from behind shields, puncturing enemies with an audible pop. I was flung backward into stone columns that crumbled under the force.ĭark Souls' combat has a weighty physicality to it: monstrously powerful foes can smash through all but the strongest shields, and different weapons feel markedly different in use. Some players will give in to the fear – understandably so, when the dark is only partially explored and already hides such terrors – and call for their parents. If I swung my mace, I might chip 28 points from his enormous health bar if he swung his, he was capable of hacking off more than half of mine. This demon was nine or ten times my bulk. Something truly horrible, just like I'd imagined was downstairs in the dark when I was six years old.Īnother warning: Dark Souls feels unfair. When that door closed behind me, I was obliged to fight something that could crush my puny body with a swing of its ludicrous hammer, that could flutter a short way into the air and squash me with its bulbous arse.
Die, and when you respawn, back at one of the scattered bonfires that serve as safe havens, you look like a monster again.ĭark Souls' first demon lived behind a door. I fought for these moments, moments that differentiated my character class from the drained and undead creatures stalking the darkness around me.
Collect 'humanity' – little sprites scattered around the game – and clench it between your fingers, and you'll become human again for a while, injecting colour into your pinched, rotting cheeks – until the next time you die. My job: to bring light to the world, and to fight for my soul.Īll players start the game 'hollow'. On my escape – by medium of giant crow – the game took me to darkened land of Lordran. Playing as a walking, conscious member of the undead, I was tasked with battling my way out of my prison.
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