We Will Find Our Redemption
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Inspired by Darkest Dungeon by Red Hook Studios Inc.
The story is based off of the huge lore of the videogame "Darkest Dungeon". For this reason, I do not own ANY asset mentioned in the story, however, note that this story has been written by me with an original course of events.
All rights to the story are reserved.
All rights to the videogame assets/details/mentions are reserved to Red Hook Studios, Inc.
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Welcome to a world inspired by the haunting lore of the acclaimed games, Darkest Dungeon I and II, crafted by the masterful hands of Red Hook Inc. Games. This narrative is a transposition, a daring exploration into the abyss of the Darkest Dungeon universe. The ethereal essence of these games, with their ominous atmospheres and foreboding narratives, serves as the fertile ground upon which this story sprouts its sinister roots. A convergence of dread and fascination awaits, paying homage to the visionary developers who birthed this grim masterpiece. A symphony of darkness awaits, each chapter resonating with the echoes of despair and the crescendo of haunting melodies.
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