It was always clear that the city of Dunwall is a cesspit of filth and corruption and not a little blood. Until now, screenshots and videos have only scratched the surface with their rats and tired-eyed prostitutes. Here we have some signs of the true madness in the heart of Dishonored, after the jump.
I cannot wait for this one, personally. As always, click the images to view at full size.
Rat faced assassins. What is the betting they are nimble little bastards?
“Yes, I’m a fly. Flies are so in this season. My friend here prefers to wear dead porcelain babies but I don’t think it will catch on.”
A tricked out of pistol, blood spattered vision and a lovely stained-glass window. It’s almost poetic.
The wheepers. Death would be a kindness for them.
Is that a dog or a rat on steroids?
“Whatchoo lookin’ at?” If your employer didn’t want to be looked at, he shouldn’t have dressed as a freak.