The word “death” blares across the screen, and my fist slams against the desk for what feels like the hundredth time. Nearby, my dog growls at the sudden noise. The enemy who’s killed me for the last three hours, the source of my rage, quietly returns to their post; I am no longer a concern, the status quo maintained. This asshole, the one I’ve been wrestling with for three hours, sits at the top of a hill, clutches a massive spear and otherwise stands around looking intimidating. (He is). I climb the hill—die. I climb the hill—die. Repeat.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://waypoint.vice.com/en_us/article/vbwkjd/15-hours-in-sekiro-gave-me-a-midterm-exam-that-exposed-my-whole-ass