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Blood. The smell of burning beasts. The sound of screams. That’s all I know. That is all I need to know. Second by second that is my existence. My identity.
I am a hunter.
And I can’t be more than that.
The Nightmare stank of the usual blood and rot. Rows and rows of the corpses of hunters dangling like puppets from the rafters, swaying to a tune only the blood could hear. My worn-through boots left wet, sodden footprints wherever I stepped. Whose blood it was, I couldn’t say. Mine, theirs, everyone’s… it didn’t matter, at least, not in this place. This place carved from half-remembered memories of the dead, the drunk, the dreaming. It all bleeds together here, one corpse dripping into the next until no man’s death is his own.
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Or a blood-drunk hunter stumbles through the Nightmare, discovers some SECRETS, and develops and very unhealthy fixation on a certain self-hating Vileblood. Religious trauma, gore and questionable flirting found on the way. I wish the DLC had more Maria focus and I will forever head canon her as a sapphic.
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