I have just butchered my first iguana in Crimson Desert and now I feel sick. It could always be worse, I tell myself, as I grill the creature's meat. I could be out following the game's main questline and pointlessly trying to glean something resembling a plot from its disparate parts.
Alas, that is not the life I choose. Not for me, and not for my sweet Kliff. He's just out here in the Kingdom of Hernand trying to do a little good, and if he happens to feast upon a cockroach or two in the process, that is between him and his Lord. Because let's face it, folks: if there's a story to be enjoyed in Crimson Desert, it's one you'll have to make up for yourself.
