As the man finally came to his senses, he stared down upon the body of what appeared to be a fat blonde clergyman. He remembers that he had been brought, by way of giant crow, to this land and went on a rampage until that happened. Running into these black sprites that other undead called "Humanity", the hollowed husk devoured it. Now coming out of his hollowed self, the almost completely naked man came to his senses… but he wanted more. The feeling that was brought upon him when he devoured the substance was that of ecstasy, one he wanted to feel again. He walked up to the bonfire in Firelink Shrine and took the chain mail off of the dead Crestfallen Warrior.
With new sword and armor in hand, he climbed up a flight of stairs, following his senses to his ultimate goal. Humanity. Hollow after hollow charged the newly revitalized man, but all were dealt with easily. Stabbing, slashing, and clashing maniacally through a newly discovered burg of undead, he came upon a crazed fellow, not hollow, but confused. He couldn't help but notice the eastern sword that this undead held, and he did as his instincts told him to do… he took it, along with the "life" of the undead, with a new sword in hand, the man moved through the burg with more ease, slicing through hollow after hollow.
He came upon a bridge. Observe. Two hollow archers stood awaiting anyone foolish enough to walk across the bridge and the feeling of an evil presence surrounded the swordsman. He frenzied across the bridge, dodging the hail of arrows released by the hollows just above him. A gigantic Taurus Demon, with a size comparable to three tall men, came crashing down on the opposing side of the bridge… that is, opposing to the archers, as the swordsman was already behind the demon. The demon swung his hammer around to meet the threat, but the swordsman was already under him, slicing both femoral arteries. Blood spewed from the demon, and it came crashing down to it's knees. Just a small moment later, the head of the demon fell to the ground as the eastern sword cut through its' neck.
The man shadowed through the hallways ahead of him, coming upon a balcony where a knight covered in iron stood, observing the incandescent sun. An eastern blade ran straight through the knights black, and the wielder did not hesitate to finish the job and before the knight could stand he was already slain. Humanity. The sun reflected off of the iron armor worn by this now slain Warrior of Sunlight as a pool of blood formed under his body.