Slay the Spire is a juicy, bloody fillet of a card game rolled around in the random oils and spices of a roguelike. I d further this culinary analogy by cooking it in an RPG oven but let s just go ahead and eat it raw. Because it’s delicious>. Also, I m a vampire now. I had an altercation in a glowing city and the game took all my normal attack cards and replaced them with bite cards, transforming me into a frail but dangerous demon of the night. I’m fine with this.
A ghost set me on fire. Earlier, I was beating on a parasite that was hiding inside a metal shell. I found a gelatinous cube that had absorbed so much junk it had become sluggish and bloated. I reached inside it, lost a layer of skin on my hand, but retrieved an ice cream. Don’t laugh. It’s a very useful ice cream.
I’m playing roguelike card game Slay The Spire, and I’ve fought through packs of cultists, slavers and thieves, but now I’m on fire and I can’t do a great deal about it. I burn whenever I breathe. It seems unfair but this is partly a hell of my own making.