Dark Souls - We Are Number One -

"Listen close!" cries the Villain, with a grin wide and bright,As he teaches the Chosen how to douse out the light."If you want to be a Dark Lord, the number one soul,You’ve got to catch a Sunbro and take back control!"

In the land of Lordran, where the hollows weep,A legend awakens from centuries of sleep.Not Gwyn with his lightning, nor Artorias the Brave,But a man with a plan, rising straight from the grave. dark souls - we are number one

The fading fire crackles one last time. From the shadows of the Kiln, a familiar figure emerges—not a Lord of Cinder, but a trickster in stripes. He holds a chin of pure determination and a saxophone forged in the Abyss. "Listen close

With a "Hey!" and a "Ho!" and a backstab or two,They’ve painted the Undead Burg a deep shade of blue.The fire is gone, and the dark has begun,Because Robbie of Astora is Number One. He holds a chin of pure determination and

They creep through the swamp where the poison runs deep,While the Maneater Mildred is fast in her sleep."Shh! Don't make a sound! Don't trigger the trap!" Step. The sound of a parry echoes like a thunderous clap.

Should we draft a with another gaming icon, or perhaps write a villainous guide to surviving Anor Londo?