The finale.
The post where I finish what I started writing last night but then scheduled to post regardless of how finished it was because I needed to go to bed.
Lautrec the Embraced. The Firelink Shrine Murderer. That Gold Fucker. He's known by many names, but his involvement in the Dark Souls story is shrouded in mystery.
UNTIL NOW.
I'm going to smash the doors off this gloomy corner of Dark Souls lore and fire a few truth arrows straight into the shield of unknowing. I'm going to raise my blade of insight above me, then cleave the stone of confusion that has cast a shadow over this land clean in twain.
Or, more likely, jabber on for a bit before saying "I don't know. Maybe it was aliens or something."