Humanity is a weak hypothesis, after all.
An unbalanced equation... an imperfect angle.
We sow the seeds of our ruin,
and seek to deny its reckoning.
We make mountains of our mistakes,
monsters of our misdeeds.
We slip and stumble, we fail and we falter.
And yet, in each of us, a hopeful light.
Holding fast against the hellish shadows
that gather between our good intentions.
And in each of us the limitless emptiness...
of a Darkest Dungeon.