In my time with Cultist Simulator, I ve browsed hidden book shops for arcane grimoires, sent loyal acolytes on doomed expeditions, and felled nosy investigators with poisoned tea. I ve been reduced to begging in the street for opium money, and I ve sacrificed followers with antique daggers in secret rites to restore my vitality. Weather Factory s first outing is what I imagine playing solitaire with Necronomicon pages might feel like, if those pages then formed a map to the location of a much older, much more cryptic tome that made the Necronomicon look like The Very Hungry Caterpillar. (more…)
