As I picked myself up for the 50th, I knew this was going to be the attempt that was going to end with myself tasting victory. I took the step into the white abyss and on the other-side came face to face with the gargoyle that bested me 50 times over. I ran at him, sword in hand, and rolled past his initial attacks and managed to get behind him and rid the beast of his tail. The wounded gargoyle sensed his defeat and in a last ditch effort called upon his friend and brought the wrath of fire upon me. In a move of desperation I lifted my shield and stood my ground in a blaze of glory. I took a few more swipes and down went gargoyle number one. With victory within my grasp, I turned to face the second one. His fire came roaring, but with a shield in one hand and a longsword in the other, he stood no chance. I cut off his head, watched as it fell down to the ground, ashes dissolving into the air and disappearing like tears in a rainstorm. I had won. I had become conqueror of the rooftop. There is little time to celebrate, for my path is only just beginning, the end is not in sight and I must move forward and prepare to fight the impossible.
Dark Souls in a nutshell.
It took a month but I finally beat those mother fucking gargoyles.