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If you’re a Tap-Repeatedly veteran you know our Game of the Year lists are not always lists, not always games, and almost never devoted entirely to the previous year. This year, when discussion about the feature began shortly before Christmas, everyone said it had been a bad year for games. “I don’t know what I’ll write about,” they moaned, meaning what games. Me, I worried I wouldn’t know how to write about them. It’s a feeling I’ve become familiar with in the last twelve months, to my sorrow and my detriment.

Where did the last two weeks go?  What even happened?  I totally wasn’t paying attention.

Well, I guess the Star Wars cast got announced.  That was pretty big.  But we here at Tap don’t have time for motion pictures based on older motion pictures.  We only like games here.  Games only!

Like these…

It’s a little known fact that, behind the scenes at Tap, everyone is required to report every game they so much as look at. This is important so that we know who to ostracize for their gaming tastes in the secret staff forum.  In this, the first installment of On Tap, our newest regular feature, we share some of our current gaming adventures: ones that don’t rate an article of their own – good, bad, or ugly – or ones still percolating in our tiny minds. This is important so that we know who to ostracize for not contributing to On Tap any given week.

Just…just assume everyone else’s contribution this time would have been Dark Souls 2.  That’s probably where they are right now, in Drangleic.  Except maybe Steerpike, who might be driving to Oklahoma as we speak with an axe and a shovel and fire in his eyes.  But mostly Dark Souls 2.

Today, Dix and Steerpike take the tap.

Dear Murderous Cockweasel,

Congratulations! You are an asshole.

You must be enjoying Dark Souls 2, with its exciting new fiction and hearty, vivacious PvP multiplayer. You must be! The exuberance with which you killed me as I stood idle at the Heide’s Tower bonfire proves this. As it proves your worth as a person – yes, you, carrying your ridiculous, giant-ass oh-so-obviously-compensating-for-your-pencil-junk Final Fantasy sword. Because it takes a true player (dare I say, playa) to kill someone WHO ISN’T THERE.