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Long ago there was a lot of hype for Dark Souls 1. I had never been exposed to the soulsborne action RPG genre before, having never touched Demon Souls, so without further knowledge I decided to see what the hype was about. I got the game, played about two hours, was immediately put off by the live-die-repeat gameplay loop among other things and dropped the game. Years later after an expansion of the genre through DS2, BB, DS3 and many copycats I figured I should return to the genre and see what advancements and innovations the genre has gone through to possibly make the genre better and settled on playing DS3. Having bought DS3 and playing through it only to realize they scarcely made any innovations, I went on to express my discontent in good faith and was disappointed immeasurably by soulsborne elitists and their capacity to deflect legitimate criticism by any means imaginable. It is not enough that they have to praise the games to high heaven but they also uphold their "traditions" as sacred law and will often look at you as an inferior being for wishing to go against them or the "vision". It is just such a misguided form of radical fanaticism that makes every single one of them behave no better than wild dogs. Having my critiques shot down time and time again I ultimately decided, either through mental break or divine intervention, to arm myself with such contempt that I would play as many of the souls games to learn how to hate them more accurately, better than anyone, so that no souls elitist can use get gud as a shitty deflection to their atrocious excuses for stagnation ever again. I cannot even justly say it is even hatred anymore, for I do not regard those soulsborne elitist dogs who set me off on this mental break as human beings, but it is such repulsion, disgust, and perplexity at the senseless cruelty of those creatures, that the desire to prove them all wrong by any means necessary has become as natural an instinct as that of self-preservation