Hogar Noticias 27 juegos de Steam a precio inmejorable: $ 15 Bundle Delights

27 juegos de Steam a precio inmejorable: $ 15 Bundle Delights

Autor : Blake Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

¡Fanatical's Incredible Safe in Our World Charity Bundle 2025 ofrece 27 juegos de Steam PC por una donación mínima de $ 15! ( Encuéntralo en Fanatical ) Este increíble trato incluye títulos comoAdvertencia de contenido,Gracias a Dios estás aquí,Little Kitty, Big City,envergadura,mini metro,toem , Psiconautas , y muchos más, un valor de $ 519 por solo $ 15 (aunque las donaciones más grandes son bienvenidas). Los juegos se entregan como llaves de vapor.

Seguro en nuestro paquete de caridad mundial 2025

### Safe in Our World Charity Bundle 2025

0 $ 519.24 Ahorre 97%$ 15.00 en Fanatical

Esta colección excepcional cuenta con diversas experiencias de juego. Un notable 22 de los 27 juegos son verificados o jugables a Steam Deck, lo que lo hace perfecto para los juegos de mano.

Juegos incluidos

Advertencia de contenido,Summerhouse,¡Gracias a Dios, estás aquí!,Envergadura,Nexomon: Extinción,Little Kitty, Big City,Pesticide no requerido,Starship Troopers: Terran Command , Un espacio para los Unbound , DC's Justice League: Cosmic Chaos , Jumanji: Wild Adventures , My Little Pony: A Zephyr Heights Mystery,Paw Patrol: Grand Prix,Pizza Possum,mini metro,toem: una aventura fotográfica,shapz,re: giro - un camino de un camino,psiconautas,Tanglewood , Moonlighter , Detrás del marco: el mejor paisaje , Koa y los cinco piratas de Mara , ankora: días perdidos , Un buen muñeco de nieve es duro es duro es duro para construir,Curse galletas: para quien trabaja la belle,dahlia,ver

La variedad del paquete atiende a todos los gustos. Disfrute de Cooperative Horror (Advertencia de contenido), juego estratégico (Starship Troopers: Terran Command), Horudory Adventures (¡Gracias a Dios está aquí!), Relajante Fotografía (Toem), una popular adaptación al juego de mesa ( Envergadura), y títulos familiares como elDC Justice LeagueGame yPaw Patrol.

Apoyando una gran causa

Este paquete anual apoya a Safe en nuestro mundo, una organización benéfica galesa que promueve la conciencia de salud mental dentro de la industria de los videojuegos. Obtenga más información en SafeinourWorld.org.

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