Eight hours in, and my skull has been bashed in more times that I care to count. My latest death is at the hands of a the Kraeken Cyclops. He’s actually wiped the floor with my face thrice. I keep going back, because I will be DAMNED if that big, cleaver wielding Darkheart wanna-be gets the best of me! The game is Salt and Sanctuary. It has me in its grip, and I refuse to stop until I wrench mysel...[Read More]