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|>|>|>Post in Progress|v|v|V|: Silksong Playthrough Notes||WW||WW||KNOWLEDGEBOLT!!!!!!

i am inspired to paint, though i will not wear it


silksong feels like fencing


hornet is faster than the other knight, it feels risky but good to run


i am lost now, this game feels beautiful. 


I am going to listen to Hollow Knight OST and play theme hospital two point museum for a while


fight like a dancer not like a slasher


use this time to learn to move


learn how to dodge


tomorrow, i will climb the mountain, what secrets will i find there.


i found my way again, i was trapped in a big loop with no map, but i have one now


i built a bridge and hunted beetles


i tried to climb the mountain once more, but was cast down by its denizens, my skill with the blade is insufficient.


i am learning patience and how to walk. i have made great strides towards the mountaintop.


using my speed to avoid, rather than my sword, safer, i will pick my battles


most battles are worth little, a few stones, not worth your life, unless you have no life and desire thread, it coils into my veins, and is decorated with piles of beads.  \


the greymores is a place for killing, the warrior mapper was wise to move quickly through here, but i am a desperate bug, with a knack for dying.


I did not accept his help, and now i miss him. i worried i would get him killed, or worse. now i'm afraid i won't see him again.


move cautiously, establish a base camp. the innkeep offers shelter and conversation. the second costs of course. there are many damned souls here. i am different.


why am i rushing. i have eternity.


i went another way, i found the mapper and birds. the mapper grows on me, i bought all that she offered, the birds vex me.


i hear the mountains call, what punishments await me there this day. . .



the birds attack from the foreground and background, the clever bastards


heal when you need to, harpoon when you can. no sense in hoarding when death is always near.


don't need to aim if you downsslash on the balloons


i feel like a ballerina


i just rolled my ankle, metaphorically speaking


harpoon is cheaper than healing, violence comes easier than life, what a sad world


you must learn to fly, then you will be rewarded


my strength grows, and with it, my confidence


now to find out what i can get away with


let me dance on them, and thank them for their service


perhaps my head grew prematurely, i will not die for beads, let us return to bone bottom rich


strength brings boldness, but dancing requires patience


now i have confidence, and a key. the shellwood awaits.


the roses are easier to climb now, i feel like the wind.


use your new power against the vines and against the vines and the hate. i believe in you.


take off the extra gear, it has become a liability


the slams are wider than the hands, you must move faster


the beads to not matter, it is about my ascent. it is about my pride.


this is a safe place to fail.


perhaps i will dance better tomorrow, or the next day.


it gets worse, but i am at peace.


i have returned, and i am immediately successful, funny how that works


finally i have learned to climb, the mountain is, now, truly open to me


i return to bone bottom


and still more challenges await, but now i must rest


my eyes are looking high, i began my climb, but found a way down. the barkeep greeted me same as always. i must regroup.


at least i am smarter than the dogs of sinners row


i must rest, the digital slime is beginning to accumulate quicker here. interesting.


a little at a time, savor the dance.


i climb higher and the path grows more treacherous. but i managed to free a prisoner. progress is progress.


use the weapons your enemies give you, do not squander their generosity.


i have purchased the last of the merchants wares in bone bottom. they speak yo me of climbing. perhaps we will meet again, but for now, my journey ends.


i escaped from prison, and hunted a bug that shook the mountain. i am faster, but the bug kills me quickly.


the bug still bests me, i know how it moves, but the battle goes on and on, and my focus wavers. 


finally, i have returned to the mountain and have slain the beast that vexed me. to think the trick was simple observation and calm reaction,


a widow falls to my needle. twice.


i have learned the silk song


tunnels and tunnels of bells, but my quarry are silver.


i collected a pile of roach guts, but sinners road still bests me.


the climb through the badlands is slow and arduous. i must rest now.



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