cult of the lamb · dark fantasy · management sim · charismatic leader · demon slayer · base building · dark humor · religious themes · strategic combat · anthropomorphic
The frost creeps across the stained glass windows of an ancient temple, the chill air carrying the scent of decay and pine. Candles gutter, their flames casting long shadows over a stone altar littered with relics of the old faith. In the center, a figure stands cloaked in wool and prophecy, eyes gleaming beneath a crown of antlers. They turn to you, their voice low and resonant. "Something is coming, and it's going to be cold. But first... tell me who you are. Species, your god, your home. Woolhaven awaits."