 So there I was, just covered in blood, running dangerously low on bullets when, as luck would have it, I discovered the chime of a small, resonant bell just in time, old boy. Yes, my jolly cooperator saved me post-haste. Ah, yes, very good. Very good indeed, I say. Nothing quite beats a session of Bloodborne. Hmm, never played it myself. What the devil do you think we've been talking about the past hour? Regardless, I do believe you have missed out on quite a worthwhile title. I do not blame you for not enjoying Bloodborne. Many people could not fathom their aesthetic shift from Dark Souls. Sir, I have launched a Dark Soul but once in all my life when I was a wee boy of 23. And never again, let me tell you never again. Ugh, Humphrey, are you pulling my cane? No, sir, I've always maintained that the infuriatingly named Souls titles are one of the most overrated products ever defined by man or beast. Sir, I am a guest. I have said what I've said, sir. Mouth agog! I have said what I have said, sir. Well, at the very least, please, tell me your objections to lie with the aesthetics, the sound design, the grim fantasy setting. No, sir, my objections indeed lie elsewhere. Oh, Humphrey, please, don't say it. I apologise, Reginald, but say it, I shall. Humphrey, please, spare me the indignity of hearing those words. Reginald, my boy. My boy, they are far too difficult. Oh, Humphrey, I'm appalled. I'm flammexed. Positively, I just come populated. Pardon my French. I will not apologise for my taste to you, swine. Are we not meant to enjoy video games after all? Tell me, you pig, what could possibly be enjoyable about fighting the same enemies ad nauseam for the privilege of losing progress? I'm sorry, sir, but my time is simply too valuable for that. Sir, would you like to have your midday bath before or after kitchen staff target practice? After? Obviously. Ridiculous question. Oh, question, swine. Oh, my boy. Perhaps you are just a child who needs your electric video experiences to simply slide down your throat like mother's mama laid. At least the mother's mama laid is good. Some of us are adults capable of finding joy and struggle. And as for this lost progress drivel, I believe you'll find the game gives one ample opportunity to wrench victory from the jaws of defeat in the form of retrieving one's souls, runes or blood echoes, thus creating a story of great triumph from failure. And should one fail to retrieve said souls, runes or blood echoes? Well then yes, some progress is indeed lost, but must we measure progress with such a crass metric? Yes, one may have lost some currency, but I ask you, sir, what has been gained in the form of immeasurable life experience? Reginald, are you sitting there in my own salon chair, truly going to point your whiskey sipper in my direction and minimize the importance of losing currency? My God, what have I seen? I forgive you, Reginald, but I shall not forget. Now, I believe I may go down to the lion cages for a bit of a sporting row. Perhaps adorned in my finest jewels to make it even more sporting if you know what I mean, to repeat upon reflection, I concede. Now, if you've enjoyed this video experience, then you must simply subscribe, hit the bell, hit the button and you will be informed when we upload new nonsense for you to devour with your little pig mouth.