As if Bloodborne isn’t hard enough, I have gravitated to running around in a ball gown, wielding a sabre. Which is also a gun, because this is Bloodborne. The ball gown has next to no armor value. The sabre is immensely technical to use and I still haven’t really gotten the hang of it.

And yet I’m having a great time.

Because, hey, I get to wander through an abandoned castle full of ghosts and vampires, climb to the top, wander carefully across its roofs, and pose dramatically in the snow before crossing an invisible line that wakes up an ancient skeleton sitting in a throne in the middle of the roof, and get killed by it.

I’d spent a few hours roaming around other areas beforehand. Kept not quite managing to best an evil nurse in a duel atop a sweeping staircase. Died a lot, didn’t end up keeping a single blood dollar with which to upgrade my character. I didn’t care. I was running around trying to figure out how to really use that sabre-gun and putting experience points in me.

I may never finish a single playthrough of this game. But I don’t care. Because I get to be goth as fuck.