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"Count... Come hither. Regards, Romilda."
That is the entire letter. And The Count won’t stop talking about it. Now it’s up to you to carry him in his coffin across a fantastical land to his long-lost lover. Buckle up!
500 years of love letters and poetry got him 5 words back. Get him there.
CARRY THE COFFIN
It’s heavy, it’s awkward, and it breaks. Ride it, balance it over ravines, winch it up cliffs with your Igor friends Post and Plank, and fire the coffin-mounted cannon to get an Igor where an Igor needs to be. Then repair the damage, there's always something that breaks!
ENJOY SOLO OR WITH FRIENDS
1 to 4 players online co-op, or alone if you want to go at your own pace. Gob is trying to keep this professional. Scab just wants to do his job. Stink has a blood-lust nobody asked for, and Plunk… is just Plunk. The one thing they have in common? They all love the master.
SEE THE COUNTRY
19 perilous regions, from The Count’s castle to Romilda's estate, including: The Mushroom Caves, The Serpent Swamp, The Reeking Bog, The Shivering Summits, The Hot Springs and The Bloodwood Pass. All are complete with falling boulders, thunder golems, guards, trolls, barbarians, time wizards, and one big surprise (shh).
WHAT YOUR MASTER THINKS OF YOU
You are flesh-sacks. Maggots. Freaky little freaks. He has views on Plunk's head, Plunk's smell, and whether Plunk deserves to continue existing. The Count shares his thoughts, at volume, for the entire journey. Enjoy.
TRADE WITH BABA YAGA
This witch is ready to do business. She’ll appear across the map in her shop on chicken legs. Bring her coins, stolen pretties, anything that glitters. She’ll hand over magical items and might even call you a sweet little dumpling.
OR DO SOMETHING ELSE
Punch a barrel until coins fall out. Punch an Igor! Eat a sausage, eat a toxic mushroom. Wear a lovely hat. Find flutes and drums and start a band while your master screams at you from inside the coffin.
