A collection of stories based on my Bloodborne characters. These stories take place before and during the events of Bloodborne, however the exact time when and where is not important. As much as I myself like to pick apart and analyze Bloodborne, li...
How dare they decide such a thing! I have been hunting while these whelps were still suckling on their mothers' teats! I may not be as young as these new hunters, but I'm not some feeble invalid that needs to be sent home!
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I seem to have made some friends, though, these Powder Kegs. What's that saying of theirs? If it ain't got a kick it ain't work a lick? I can get behind that, though I think their weapons could use a more deft touch to them. They've allowed me to join them on the hunt, in exchange for my assistance in refining their explosive weaponry.
I'll admit, my body can't keep up with my younger compatriots, but who needs to when I can just blow these beasts to smithereens!? And what doesn't die can be cut to ribbons with my cane. I'm still limber enough to use it as efficiently as ever.
Speaking of, my body seems to be having trouble dealing with this cough. I can fight beasts to the point of exhaustion, but I cannot seem to fight off this illness. Nothing but a cold, I'm sure, I'm not infected like half the sorry sods of this town. I've survived this long, it'll take more than a persistent cough to keep this old dog down.
Is it that time already? I've been working on a new project for the Powder Kegs, I didn't even realize the time. They must be waiting for me, I was very insistent on joining them tonight. Keeping active is how I've stayed in fighting form for so long, and besides, any chance I can show this new batch of hunter how it's done is always welcome.
