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You won't survive the depths.

A young elven maiden's defiled corpse lies against a wrought stone wall. Thick, viscous cum drools from her filled cunt while blood drips from her tear ducts. Her mind—stolen and raped. Her body—shattered and raped. How arrogant she was to descend into these endlessly shifting walls and rooms without a party at her back. How arrogant she was to believe herself capable of avenging her mother's death. Around her lay no less than a dozen corpses. Whether farmer or artisan or smith and laborer, each one fell in the end. Against this threat most horrific, none could hope to even belay its oft-deadly approach. Blood and viscera soaked the stones, only fueling the beast's aimless rage further.

You won't survive outside.

The stripped naked, raped, and carved up festering corpse of a halfling woman was hung to a tree. Carved into her midriff was a bloody message that simply stated, "Sacrifices accepted Monday through Monday." The stench of rotting flesh coated the entire forest like a thick miasma. Disease and mutation ran rampant here, not that the fungal aberrations cared much for the rot. More food for themselves. The bandits kept the old roads well patrolled. Anyone coming or going was summarily tortured, raped, skinned, and killed. If the victim was particularly lucky, it would be in that order.

No escape nor end to the ever fitful madness.

Endless swarms of eyes lurked in Marie's shadow. The dark hid terrors of unimaginable threat. Around every corner was the clank of bones and groan of reanimated corpses. Sweat dripped down her forehead. Gods above, she felt she like burning. With a shaky step forward she pressed on. Even as her breath froze over, she kept moving forward. For Justin. For Jackie. For Ma and Pa.

There is no respite—not in The Darkest Dungeon.

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