Project Sunlight was a boon and a half. I hope Ceaseless is alright after that nasty fall. Honestly, my heart can't stop palpitating! How will Bob and gang fare against this seemingly amorphous foe of terror? Will Stacy be able to locate and destroy Seath's crystal? Where the hell is Chosen and will Gwyndolin and up joining the fray if things become too dire?

on a side note, where the hell did Laurentius go? Could have sworn I saw him hiding in one of the barrels next to the Giant Blacksmith...

The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle Earth is about to begin...

BANZAI!

Oh my, watching a god and a mortal play a game of Dark Souls Yu-gi-oh! whilst Anor London prepares itself for the greatest battle since the Everlasting Dragons is quite a sight for my wary eyes. No-eyes White Death Dragon, eh? Now that's what I call authenticity. Bloody good job.

As for Priscilla and Gwyndolin, shouldn't he at least react somehow? And wasn't she phased when she was looking at the illusion of Gwynevere? I say this under the assumption that you're going with the Gwynevere and Seath pairing, of course.

Either way, that doomsday setup really got my blood pumping. I can't wait to see what unfolds!

Some might say the journey was worth it just to read that message on the floor.

For some reason I have the urge to exclaim "KAWAII!" after I heard Priscilla cuss. Now, I do my best not to act like a fanboy but that urge is just really, REALLY tempting.

Ah, the Fantastic Four faces off against douche, douchebag, Tarkus and the Golden Lion... quite the fatal fourway, eh?

Ahhh, my heart swoons at the sight of such jolliness. And gorgeous Priscilla will be joining our comedic party? Hooray!

TARKUUUUSSSS!

Frampt you greyscale, rotten shark-chomping, lipless skull-faced, testicle moustached, pansy-assed enema! Ooh!

Excuse the outburst. I just found another reason to hate Frampt. Who says there are ever good Primordial Serpents, eh?

Ah, thank God they didn't kill her. But then again... the chosen undead hasn't passed by yet has he? Oh no... bloody plot line!

Lordan Suplex for the win baby! Woo!

Ooh, Atomic Rotational Knee Blaster! Was that finishing move too long to say?

Lizardmen... meh.

Boulder sized Lizardmen... heh.

Blowdart Lizardmen... somebody, hold my beer. Right effing now.

Nope he was being serious. Definitely serious, no doubt about it.

Poor Balder Knight... and then screw the damn Balder Knight. At least I'm not the only one that hates that game mechanic. Damn cape was just an illusion I tell ya'!

So Bob's got beef with the chosen undead... I can't blame him, male competitiveness is intense at times even in an undying land.

I don't suppose they knew that Sun-Bros aren't affected by the machinations of a woman's charm, eh? I would have said poor Stacy but it's really Solaire I feel bad for.

Bahahahahahahahahahaha...

Oh, my... that was-

Babahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!

*gasp* Hell, I think I tore my windpipe. Oh, crap here is comes agai-

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- GAH! *coughchokesneezegaspfaint*

Mother of comedy that intro was hilarious. I literally have not laughed that hard since reading Dying Tickles or that Gruvia Fanfiction one hour ago. Bloody hell, mate, where have you been all my life?

I was sold as soon as I read the opening lines. Hell, even if you end up killing everyone in Lordran and make Lautrec the new chosen undead, I wouldn't care. I'm dead set on following this fic until the end. Thank you for such ambrosia!

Convoluted card games? Homunculus spell? Where do you get thus stuff from? Its golden, it is!

Usually, I'd flame somebody that would dies my man Rickert, but damn you are the great exception. That was too funny to hate. Seriously, you are a legend. praise the- oh, bloody hell I'm doing it again. You're awesome, got it? Good!

And hot damn, that ending. This is my officially my favourite DS Fanfiction.

Firepower.