In many ways, Darkest Dungeon doesn't want you to win.
Whereas in other games, you're invisibly looked after until the game feels you're comfortable with it and attached to it, here, you're eternally, mercilessly, dragged down. Cruelty towards the heroes you send into the depths and cruelty towards you, the player directing them. The entire premise of the game is cruelty. But Darkest Dungeon doesn't care Darkest Dungeon delights in it. Cross it, and you risk turning an audience away. Cross that line and a game becomes unfair. What stands Darkest Dungeon apart is an invisible line, drawn in the ground somewhere, that determines how far developers go - how far they're prepared to go - to challenge their audiences. But it's not that which really stands the game apart. That horror-movie voice over still shakes my bones, that paper-drawn art still oozes style. Blown up on my telly, this could easily be something new. It's astonishing how, eight years on and now freshly added to Game Pass, Darkest Dungeon still manages to feel unlike anything else.
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