The second I saw the first bit of content for Cult of the Lamb, I knew it would become one of my favorite games on Nintendo Switch. I mean, cute animals crossed with eldritch horror, roguelike gameplay, and a soundtrack I’ve had on repeat since August? What’s not to love? So the second I picked it up, my little emo heart sang as I waved goodbye to my willingness to play any other game for at least a month or so.
At this point, I’ve played what feels like hundreds of indies on the Nintendo Switch, but this one very quickly carved its own place in my heart. I spent hours upon hours trekking through dungeons, indoctrinating new followers, and decorating my camp to my gothic heart’s content. As someone who usually feels pretty useless when it comes to melee combat, Cult of the Lamb was a game I felt like I’d got the knack for, and I could clear a dungeon in a heartbeat. But this newfound confidence was eradicated the second I came face to face with The One Who Waits.
