A Soulslike Where You Die Again and Again in Napoleon’s Army
I wake up with Napoleon’s voice in my head commanding me to “scrub the bloody muck from my eyes.” His voice is wrong, somehow. Gutteral. But I obeyed. Corpses in French uniforms surround me. A discolored rash flashes across my hand, then fades. My name is William. I am a soldier in the Grande Armée. … Read more