Daniel came down to Bristol for Mark's Birthday weekend. That mostly meant a bit of day drinking and board games over at Mark's house with some great home cooked food. Such a joy seeing Dan again too, though it's been over two years since I last hung out with him in person it feels like no time had passed. The main event of the day was 'Mark Sols' - a brutal introduction of the Dark Souls games for Mark in which he had to drink some beer every time he died. It was fascinating to watch him go through it, the stages of emotions he went through were endearing, that game has a spell that entrances new players into Stockholm Syndrome. The cries of defeat crossed with the roars of victory are familiar sounds to even the most seasoned of Souls players. Mark pushed himself through his fair share of deaths and fought off gradual inebriation to take on the game first real boss. Ever the persistent underdog, Mark picked himself up time and time again before announcing 'this will be my last try...' He stroad into the boss chamber with fire in his belly, emboldened by beer and a lucky run up towards the fight. He barrled head first into the Taurus Demon, his audience cheering him on. With only a slither of life for both himself and his foe, Mark slew the beast and let out an almighty war cry. The rest is history.
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