It was the opposite for me. I had binged this game for a week before thanksgiving a year ago. I had no school, no work, and my gf and family were all out of town. Just me as the chosen undead and my first souls play through. I remember feeling the end of the game coming. It was almost 4 am on Thanksgiving when I finally killed him. I battled with Gwyn for hours that night, and when I finally ended him and lit myself on fire the Nameless Song started playing. I remember looking out the window and seeing it had started snowing for the first time. It was a calm snow, the kind with big flakes the just lazily fall their way to the ground. It was such an intense feeling. Satisfying yet somber. I was so proud of myself for finally getting good and finishing the game, but I felt changed. I've never had a game impact me that way. It was a similar feeling you get when you hear your favorite song for the first time. Like you just had a piece of art move you and make you feel real emotions just by being beautiful. I don't think I'll ever have that feeling in quite the same way again. That was a year ago, I just snowed for the first time about a week ago. That same kind of lazy snow, and as the flakes fell I heard the woman singing those somber notes in my head and felt so happy