![]() That's the kind of moribund humor Darkest Dungeon works with. Knowing that his friends broke down and died because of his monstrosity, the werewolf heads back into town, distraught, to self-flagellate and exchange his grief for blood. She fights back wave after wave of evil abominations far longer than she should. Our cleric, pushed to the brink, finds resolve in faith. He compulsively opens suspicious chests and rifles through dead bodies. The werewolf's transformations startle and stress the psyche of the party. ![]() A werewolf, a paladin, a bandit, and a cleric walk into the abyss.
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