She who hunts monsters must be careful, lest she become a monster herself.
Or, at the very least, risk the fashion faux-pas of having mis-matched armor made from the monsters’ skins. I tell you, there is nothing worse than finally getting a belt for your green and gold armor set, only to discover that it’s red and white. Such a shame. So horrible.
Welcome to She Who Hunts Monsters! The blog of one average female gamer and all the hinjinks she gets into with her disposable income. I play a large variety of games across a large variety of systems, and occasionally I may even record a playthrough of these games for your entertainment.
So pull up a chair, get yourself a glass of milk from the bar, and try not to spill anything on the dinosaur-skin rug, would you? It took me four hours to kill that thing.