Side Quest Sessions with iPauleyxx

  The Lord of the Blood: The Fellowship of the Co-op   It is the third cursed evening in Yharnam, and I now measure time not by the sun or moon, but by how many times I’ve been viciously mauled by beasts with far too many teeth and no sense of personal space. Tonight’s feature presentation was “Blood-Starved Beast: The Remix” — a blood-soaked, poison-dripping death rave where I was clearly not on the guest list. I entered its lair confidently. I left… goo. Repeatedly. This creature — twitchy, mangy, with all the charm of a wet feral cat and the moves of a Soulsborne ballerina — made my life a personal hell. I died so many times I started naming my corpses. (“Oh hey, that’s Tuesday’s me.”) But then… the beacons were lit. Co-op was discovered. Like Gondor calling for aid, I reached out to the brave unknown, and the Hunters answered. In came shimmering allies, bursting through the fog like Eldritch Avengers. I wasn’t just button-mashing and panic-rolling anymore — I had a sq...

 Day 2 in Bloodborne: My Journey Through Yharnam Darkness hangs heavy over Yharnam, a city shrouded in mystery, death, and the constant stench of blood – kind of like Gotham on a particularly bad night. As the moon looms ominously in the sky, I find myself wandering through its grim streets, each corner more sinister than the last. The beasts are relentless, lurking in every shadow like Michael Myers at a Halloween party, waiting to tear me apart the moment I let my guard down. After the brutal initiation on Day 1, I came back stronger, more focused – cue the Rocky montage music. But despite my growing familiarity with the game's mechanics, Yharnam doesn’t let up. Every alleyway, every courtyard, every bridge feels like the first time all over again. The monsters are merciless, and the hunters even more so. Yet, amidst all the blood-soaked chaos, I can see my progress. I’m dying less, dodging more, and every swing of my weapon feels a little more precise. But then there’s the Blood...

  Bloodborne: How I Died 87 Times Before the First Boss So, it’s 2025, and I decided to finally dive into Bloodborne after never touching a single Souls-like game. Why? Because it was on sale, and apparently, I enjoy suffering. Most of you know me as the survival game junkie who occasionally dabbles in RPGs and multiplayer, but I wanted to shake things up. Thus began my descent into Yharnam on the dark and stormy night of May 13th. Starting Bloodborne as a complete Souls newbie felt like being thrown into a fever dream armed with nothing but a butter knife and blind optimism. My death counter hit 25, but honestly, it could’ve been way higher – I lost count somewhere between my tenth alleyway ambush and my twentieth rage quit. Every corner hid a new horror, and every enemy was a fresh opportunity to question my life choices. After stumbling through the blood-soaked streets like a terrified toddler, I finally started to grasp the basics of leveling up. And after a lot of Molotov co...