Hunt: Showdown 1896 – Lonely Howl✅Region free❗Steam Key
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📦 Product type: DLC
🌎 Activation region: RF The Whole World / RegionFree / Global / Worldwide / ROW
📃 LIFETIME WARRANTY!
👍 FULL SUPPORT BEFORE AND AFTER PURCHASE!
🎁 BONUSES FOR A REVIEW!
⚙️⚙️⚙️ Activation:
1️⃣ Register on the Steam website: https://store.steampowered.com;
2️⃣ Install the Steam client: https://store.steampowered.com/about;
3️⃣ Launch the Steam client;
4️⃣ In the Steam client, at the bottom left, click "ADD A GAME" -> "Activate via Steam...";
5️⃣ Enter the digital 🔑product key to activate it.
💾 Service: Steam
📦 Product type: DLC
🌎 Activation region: RF The Whole World / RegionFree / Global / Worldwide / ROW
📃 LIFETIME WARRANTY!
👍 FULL SUPPORT BEFORE AND AFTER PURCHASE!
🎁 BONUSES FOR A REVIEW!
⚙️⚙️⚙️ Activation:
1️⃣ Register on the Steam website: https://store.steampowered.com;
2️⃣ Install the Steam client: https://store.steampowered.com/about;
3️⃣ Launch the Steam client;
4️⃣ In the Steam client, at the bottom left, click "ADD A GAME" -> "Activate via Steam...";
5️⃣ Enter the digital 🔑product key to activate it.
THIS DLC INCLUDES ONE HUNTER, TWO WEAPONS, AND ONE ATTACHMENT:
◼️ Lone Wolf (Hunter)
◼️ Ripper (Pax "Fang")
◼️ Grin (Hunting Bow)
◼️ Tanner (Knuckle Duster)
◼️ LONE WOLF
Once Leonel Frisk caught a whiff of blood, he was overcome with an insatiable thirst for bloodshed. Crimson dreams and a desire for violence led him to the swamps. Now he prowls them, searching for victims and opportunities to shed blood.
◼️ RIPPER
◼️ STALKER´S SNARL
“A predator’s best ally is silence,” thought Leonel Frisk as he crafted this Hunting Bow. Each shot, silent as a prowling wolf, now accompanies him in the Bayou and whispers the song of death to its prey with each arrow.
◼️ RAWHIDE
Leonel Frisk’s thirst could only be quenched by the rusty taste of blood and the sound of broken bones and cracked skulls. These Dusters ensure each hit fulfills dreams with new and more grotesque scenes of violence.
Ever since childhood, Leonel Frisk’s mind has been imprinted with images of skinned carcasses and smooth bones, and his nose has been saturated with the stench of boiling entrails and the rusty scent of blood dripping from open arteries. Familiar since early childhood, they awakened something terrible in him: an unnatural urge for violence. The son of respected wolf hunters from Kansas, he watched his father and mother hunt, stalk, and gut animals right before his young child´s eyes. With each new victim brought to the slaughterhouse they called home, a red haze enveloped his mind, drowning him in crimson dreams. When he took his first kill and smeared himself in its blood under the silvery light of the full moon, the wolves howled, as if celebrating his coming of age. They had no idea how much unholy, boiling bloodlust filled his heart. They had no idea how much of their blood he would spill.
It was the wolves, not his father, who taught Frisk to hunt. Envious of their free spirit and hunting prowess, Frisk decided to prove himself and kill the wolf pack leader with the Caldwell Pax revolver his father had given him. The dangerous undertaking was successful, and he donned the leader´s pelt and adorned the Caldwell with a fang, still with flesh, torn from the wolf´s mouth. Afterward, the son attempted to stab his father in the chest. In his mind, this was the only way to become the most powerful predator in the region.
But although he defeated the pack leader, he could not surpass his father. Frisk disappeared into the night, taking his father´s Caldwell and his hunting bow. His bloodlust led him to Louisiana, where he continued hunting, ignoring the shadows that followed him. Later, the Hunters hunting in the swamp would name these shadows Direwolf and Moonwolf. Frisk once knew them as his father and mother. Like a lone wolf, he listened to his instincts and abandoned the pack for a group of outcasts, forgetting human nature and his father´s words: "If a wolf strays from the pack, he becomes dangerous."
◼️ Lone Wolf (Hunter)
◼️ Ripper (Pax "Fang")
◼️ Grin (Hunting Bow)
◼️ Tanner (Knuckle Duster)
◼️ LONE WOLF
Once Leonel Frisk caught a whiff of blood, he was overcome with an insatiable thirst for bloodshed. Crimson dreams and a desire for violence led him to the swamps. Now he prowls them, searching for victims and opportunities to shed blood.
◼️ RIPPER
◼️ STALKER´S SNARL
“A predator’s best ally is silence,” thought Leonel Frisk as he crafted this Hunting Bow. Each shot, silent as a prowling wolf, now accompanies him in the Bayou and whispers the song of death to its prey with each arrow.
◼️ RAWHIDE
Leonel Frisk’s thirst could only be quenched by the rusty taste of blood and the sound of broken bones and cracked skulls. These Dusters ensure each hit fulfills dreams with new and more grotesque scenes of violence.
Ever since childhood, Leonel Frisk’s mind has been imprinted with images of skinned carcasses and smooth bones, and his nose has been saturated with the stench of boiling entrails and the rusty scent of blood dripping from open arteries. Familiar since early childhood, they awakened something terrible in him: an unnatural urge for violence. The son of respected wolf hunters from Kansas, he watched his father and mother hunt, stalk, and gut animals right before his young child´s eyes. With each new victim brought to the slaughterhouse they called home, a red haze enveloped his mind, drowning him in crimson dreams. When he took his first kill and smeared himself in its blood under the silvery light of the full moon, the wolves howled, as if celebrating his coming of age. They had no idea how much unholy, boiling bloodlust filled his heart. They had no idea how much of their blood he would spill.
It was the wolves, not his father, who taught Frisk to hunt. Envious of their free spirit and hunting prowess, Frisk decided to prove himself and kill the wolf pack leader with the Caldwell Pax revolver his father had given him. The dangerous undertaking was successful, and he donned the leader´s pelt and adorned the Caldwell with a fang, still with flesh, torn from the wolf´s mouth. Afterward, the son attempted to stab his father in the chest. In his mind, this was the only way to become the most powerful predator in the region.
But although he defeated the pack leader, he could not surpass his father. Frisk disappeared into the night, taking his father´s Caldwell and his hunting bow. His bloodlust led him to Louisiana, where he continued hunting, ignoring the shadows that followed him. Later, the Hunters hunting in the swamp would name these shadows Direwolf and Moonwolf. Frisk once knew them as his father and mother. Like a lone wolf, he listened to his instincts and abandoned the pack for a group of outcasts, forgetting human nature and his father´s words: "If a wolf strays from the pack, he becomes dangerous."
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