Pot Boys, Pot Friends, Clay Bros, Cauldron Cuzs, Living Jars...
it doesn't matter what you call them: they seem nice. They were among the first memes to spawn from Elden Ring and it's little wonder, because they're a species of sentient and occasionally violent pot. It's like Hayao Miyazaki and Lewis Carroll collaborated, and then, I dunno, Eli Roth barged in.
Or, to put laboured references aside, it's like Hayataka Miyazaki having a normal one. A brief appearance in the first Elden Ring gameplay video vastly undersold how very many Pot Friends there ended up being in the base game, which is no bad thing because one can never be under-equipped with ceramic vessels, sentient or not. Even the Pot Friends who attack us in Elden Ring are charming: their moveset is lumbering and predictable so that if a Pot Friend hurts you it's definitely your own stupid fault.
Pot Friends are hilarious, gorgeous, whimsical, bumbling treasures, are they not? No: Pot Friends are nightmares. When I played Shadow of the Erdtree recently , I encountered a subterranean gaol full of giant pots, which brought great joy at first. The gaol was miserable, after all.
There was an elderly man crying somewhere in the distance. Some light ceramic relief was definitely in order. Alas, nostalgic encounters with conscious clay vessels were not in my waters that day.
Because that's exactly what the pots are: they are vessels. Living Jars are not, as it turns out, sentient pots. The living parts of them—the thing.
