So, I was farming souls in Dark Souls, and after about two hours I had about two hundred thousand souls. As I was walking back to camp, my bag of souls jingling merrily in my pocket, a low level thief ran up and insta-killed me with a back stab. On my way back I got stuck and was pummeled to death by some mooks. Needless to say, I was livid. I said fuck it, and went to bed.
But Dark Souls wasn't done fucking with me yet. When I went to load my file the next day, I was informed that my file was corrupted and I had lost over fifty hours of gameplay. Truly, when my friends told me that Dark Souls was about the futility of life, they were not kidding. I promptly said fuck you Dark Souls, and went outside for the first time in two days. Maybe I'll pick it up again in a year or two.
What were your biggest rage quit moments?
But Dark Souls wasn't done fucking with me yet. When I went to load my file the next day, I was informed that my file was corrupted and I had lost over fifty hours of gameplay. Truly, when my friends told me that Dark Souls was about the futility of life, they were not kidding. I promptly said fuck you Dark Souls, and went outside for the first time in two days. Maybe I'll pick it up again in a year or two.
What were your biggest rage quit moments?