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Drawge: Lovecraftian Horror RPG ahora en Android

Autor : Dylan Actualizar : May 17,2025

Dredge, la emocionante aventura de terror de pesca Lovecraftian, ahora está disponible en dispositivos móviles. Zarpa a lo desconocido mientras explora las misteriosas aguas alrededor del remoto archipiélago conocido como las médulas. En esta escalofriante aventura, juegas como un pescador solitario que pronto descubre que el mar tiene más que solo peces; alberga horrores indescriptibles velados por la niebla.

Una siniestra aventura de pesca

Al principio, parece una vida simple: capturas pescado, los vendes a los lugareños, actualizas tu barco y continúas el ciclo. Sin embargo, a medida que profundice en las aguas, sentirá que algo está mal. El juego central implica la pesca para sobrevivir, pero debes navegar más allá de los riesgos marinos típicos, como rocas irregulares y arrecifes peligrosos. El verdadero peligro en la draga se encuentra dentro de la ominosa niebla que envuelve el mar por la noche.

A medida que draga las reliquias antiguas y satisfaces las dudosas demandas de los habitantes de la isla, desentrañarás la inquietante historia de las médulas. Sumérgete en el inquietante mundo de la draga y vea el horror con este video:

¿Dragarás?

La exploración está en el corazón de la draga, con cada isla en el archipiélago que oculta secretos y residentes únicos que podrían estar tambaleándose al borde de la cordura. Mantener su equipo en la condición superior es crucial; La mejora de su barco es esencial para evitar ser varado. El equipo especial desbloqueará el acceso a aguas más profundas y tesoros más raros.

Dredge cuenta con un estilo de arte cautivador de baja potencia que contribuye a su atmósfera surrealista. El juego admite la compatibilidad completa del controlador, incluida la reasignación de botones, y los controles táctiles son fáciles de usar. Ahora puede descargar Dredge de Google Play Store. Originalmente con un precio de $ 24.99, actualmente está disponible a un precio de lanzamiento especial de $ 10.99 para celebrar su llegada a Android.

No se pierda nuestra cobertura de Love y DeepSpace celebrando el cumpleaños de Rafayel este año en los mares ilimitados.

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