Ashen One: Requiem (Dark Souls 3 - Special)

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Yo everyone! Staying true to tradition, here's the Friday night special. I normally stick to movies and pop culture, but since we already did Hellraiser earlier... why not switch it up? Hahaha!

Have an awesome weekend, everyone! Keep the vibes going.

AP ✌🏻👽

In the world of Dark Souls III, existence is a tired sigh. The fire doesn't roar anymore; it merely flickers, a dying ember desperately clinging to a pile of grey ash. This is a story about the clinging.
We are taught that the 'Link of Fire' is a heroic act, but by the time the Ashen One rises, we realize it is a cosmic tragedy. The gods, in their vanity, refused to let the Age of Fire end, forcing a world that was meant to rest into a state of perpetual, rotting twilight.
You are the Ashen One—not a chosen hero, but a 'failure' who couldn't even burn correctly. You are the universe’s last-ditch effort to sustain an exhausted illusion. To play DS3 is to walk through a cemetery of civilizations, where space and time collapse under the weight of their own stagnation.
In the end, the choice isn't between 'good' and 'evil.' It is between stagnant continuity and the unknown dark. Embracing the End of Fire isn't an act of destruction; it’s an act of mercy. It is the realization that only in the absolute stillness of the dark can new, tiny flames eventually find the strength to dance again.
The world doesn't end with a bang, but with a quiet question: 'Ashen One, hearest thou my voice still?'" 🌑🕯️👽

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The bell tolls for the unburied dead
While embers dance inside your head
No longer human, no longer whole
Just ash and dust without a soul
The sky is bleeding, the sun is a sore
The age of gods can hold no more
Beyond the ancient grave you rise
To hunt the Lords in ashen skies!

Unkindled soul - Oh, Ashen one.
Fight your way through blood and bone
The world collapses, but still you roam 
A nameless ghost so far from home
The fire is weak, a dying sun...
Your hollow journey's just begun!

The Abyss Watchers howl in the silt
Bound by blood and ancient guilt
In Farron’s Keep, they slash and slay
While the wolf’s blood rots and fades

Aldrich dreamt of a coming age
A sea of deep, a darkling cage
He ate the flesh, he drank the tears
To bloat his strength throughout the years

The Giant Yhorm, the lonely king
Gave everything for a hollow ring
To save a city that didn't care
He burnt his soul in Profaned flare

The evil Pontiff, the cold-eyed seer
Who turned the moon to a path of fear
With Profaned Flame and blades of frost
He ruled a city where all was lost!

The twin-born princes damned and cursed
Watching the world go from bad to worse
"Let it all fade," so they declared
On the throne that no one shared!

The Soul of Cinder stands at the gate
An amalgamation of every fate
The ghosts of the past, the knights of old Protecting a flame that’s grey and cold
Strike him down, take the crown
While reality crumbles down!

"The Fire Keeper asks for your hand
To bring the dark to this weary land
Or will you burn for a silent sky?
Or steal the flame and become the "I"?"

Unkindled soul - Oh, Ashen one.
Fight your way through blood and bone
The world collapses, but still you roam 
A nameless ghost so far from home
The fire is dead, The light has gone...
Oh, Ashen One, what have you done?

"I'll always be here, to tend the flame... but if thou shouldst wish for a world without fire... then let it be so."
"Ashen One, hearest thou my voice still?"

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Yo everyone! Staying true to tradition, here's the Friday night special. I normally stick to movies and pop culture, but since we already did Hellraiser earlier... why not switch it up? Hahaha! Have an awesome weekend, everyone! Keep the vibes going. AP ✌🏻👽 In the world of Dark Souls III, existence is a tired sigh. The fire doesn't roar anymore; it merely flickers, a dying ember desperately clinging to a pile of grey ash. This is a story about the clinging. We are taught that the 'Link of Fire' is a heroic act, but by the time the Ashen One rises, we realize it is a cosmic tragedy. The gods, in their vanity, refused to let the Age of Fire end, forcing a world that was meant to rest into a state of perpetual, rotting twilight. You are the Ashen One—not a chosen hero, but a 'failure' who couldn't even burn correctly. You are the universe’s last-ditch effort to sustain an exhausted illusion. To play DS3 is to walk through a cemetery of civilizations, where space and time collapse under the weight of their own stagnation. In the end, the choice isn't between 'good' and 'evil.' It is between stagnant continuity and the unknown dark. Embracing the End of Fire isn't an act of destruction; it’s an act of mercy. It is the realization that only in the absolute stillness of the dark can new, tiny flames eventually find the strength to dance again. The world doesn't end with a bang, but with a quiet question: 'Ashen One, hearest thou my voice still?'" 🌑🕯️👽 🗡🛡🌒🗡🛡🌒🗡🛡🌒🗡🛡🌒🗡🛡🌒🗡 The bell tolls for the unburied dead While embers dance inside your head No longer human, no longer whole Just ash and dust without a soul The sky is bleeding, the sun is a sore The age of gods can hold no more Beyond the ancient grave you rise To hunt the Lords in ashen skies! Unkindled soul - Oh, Ashen one. Fight your way through blood and bone The world collapses, but still you roam A nameless ghost so far from home The fire is weak, a dying sun... Your hollow journey's just begun! The Abyss Watchers howl in the silt Bound by blood and ancient guilt In Farron’s Keep, they slash and slay While the wolf’s blood rots and fades Aldrich dreamt of a coming age A sea of deep, a darkling cage He ate the flesh, he drank the tears To bloat his strength throughout the years The Giant Yhorm, the lonely king Gave everything for a hollow ring To save a city that didn't care He burnt his soul in Profaned flare Unkindled soul - Oh, Ashen one. Fight your way through blood and bone The world collapses, but still you roam A nameless ghost so far from home The fire is weak, a dying sun... Your hollow journey's just begun! The evil Pontiff, the cold-eyed seer Who turned the moon to a path of fear With Profaned Flame and blades of frost He ruled a city where all was lost! The twin-born princes damned and cursed Watching the world go from bad to worse "Let it all fade," so they declared On the throne that no one shared! Unkindled soul - Oh, Ashen one. Fight your way through blood and bone The world collapses, but still you roam A nameless ghost so far from home The fire is weak, a dying sun... Your hollow journey's just begun! The Soul of Cinder stands at the gate An amalgamation of every fate The ghosts of the past, the knights of old Protecting a flame that’s grey and cold Strike him down, take the crown While reality crumbles down! "The Fire Keeper asks for your hand To bring the dark to this weary land Or will you burn for a silent sky? Or steal the flame and become the "I"?" Unkindled soul - Oh, Ashen one. Fight your way through blood and bone The world collapses, but still you roam A nameless ghost so far from home The fire is dead, The light has gone... Oh, Ashen One, what have you done? "I'll always be here, to tend the flame... but if thou shouldst wish for a world without fire... then let it be so." "Ashen One, hearest thou my voice still?"

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