You either bring your experience back to spend on upgrading your abilities, or you draw them from a chest or a literal card draw. Your typical rogue-lite has you powering up through luck or currency. He of hungry, he of blight she of hunger, they of might
Eat, my children, then stop mooching off of me. Don’t run away, though, it’s maybe a bit less dependent on luck of the draw. I’ll go out and bring back bones so we can have a feast.Ĭult of the Lamb is split between tending your flock and plumbing the four dungeons. Maybe I don’t care about Gods, but I do care about myself, so forget that other guy and worship me. I found it hard not to get wrapped up in the malice. You dance with your followers, keep them fed, watch them become friends, then just sacrifice them for your benefit. It’s this amazing mix of dark and cutesy. You gather followers who power you up through their faith and then set out on a crusade to kill the Bishops of the Old Way and release your sinister benefactor. Feeling a bit malicious, you do exactly that. Rather than die, you’re sent to The One Who Waits, an old god who asks you to start a cult and sends you right back to get revenge. You play as the last sacrificial lamb who was… sacrificed, presumably to avoid being sacrificed in a different way. When the lamb comes to raise, the end of days, the end of days I guess what I’m saying is: I could be swayed. However, no one has given me a rocking crown and evil powers like in Cult of the Lamb. In any case, I’ve had no interest in running a cult. There’s a quip somewhere in there about the Catholic Church, but I’m going to show uncharacteristic restraint. So, I don’t understand how anyone can convince anyone to sit through weird rituals and abuse for that long. When someone tells me they’ve got it all figured out, I’m not going to disparage them, but they probably know about as much as any of us here on Earth does: not all that much. But, I mean, stealing a cow or two would have probably been more innocent than what they were actually found to be responsible for.Īs a skeptic, I don’t really understand cults. Don’t get me wrong, they never stole one that he knew of, but you have to ask people if they’ve seen a cow recently. Anytime a cow went missing, he went over to talk to them. Their compound was actually right next to my grandfather’s cattle ranch. Some incredibly disturbing stuff happened. Before you go looking them up, just a warning: it’s definitely one of those cults. During the ‘80s, a cult named the Ant Hill Kids led by Roch Thériault operated near it.
My family sort of centers around this town in Southern Ontario called Burnt River.
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