Soulslinger: Envoy of Death

Soulslinger: Envoy of Death

Soulslinger wake up in Limbo with dust in your mouth and a revolver in your hand. The sky above isn’t sky at all — it’s a pale, endless haze that hums like a dying lightbulb. You don’t remember how you got here, but you can feel the weight of what’s ahead. They call themselves The Cartel. They’re not smuggling gold or running drugs — they’re trading in something worse. Souls. Every one they harvest gets them closer to tearing a hole out of this place and spilling into the land of the living.

You? You’re the one standing in the way.

Every run is a gunfight with the afterlife itself. The rooms aren’t the same twice. Some open into rusted graveyards lit by a crooked moon, others into gambling dens where the chips are bone fragments and the players don’t blink. You move fast, because standing still here is a good way to become part of the furniture. The Cartel’s goons come in waves — some reckless, some too smart for comfort — and you learn quick that each death is just the start of another round.

And that’s the hook: dying isn’t the end. Each time the world snaps back, you’re a little sharper. Your aim is truer. Your grip on the strange powers Limbo offers is stronger. One run you’re clumsy and under-armed; the next, you’re a walking storm with a rifle that spits fire and a pocketful of tricks you didn’t have before.

You don’t just find weapons. You build them. Piece by piece, slot by slot, until you’ve got something worth pointing at the Cartel’s biggest monsters. And they’re not shy about showing up — hulking silhouettes in doorways, eyes like dying embers, voices that sound like they’re speaking from the bottom of a grave. You’ll need more than lead to bring them down.

Haven — if you can call it that — is your home between runs. It’s a crooked little patch of sanity in the middle of Limbo, and the people here are… complicated. Some might help you. Some might sell you out for a handful of soul ash. But every conversation shapes the road ahead, and more than a few hold scraps of the truth about what the Cartel is really after. At SkipTheGame, we’ve seen our share of roguelites, but Soulslinger’s mix of western grit, fantasy weirdness, and tight gunplay makes it hard to walk away from.

One minute you’re kicking open saloon doors into a firefight, the next you’re ducking behind cover in a half-collapsed chapel as something too big to fit through the doorway claws at the frame. The air smells like gunpowder and burnt ozone. Somewhere, far off, you hear the ringing of spurs on stone. And then it’s quiet — until it’s not.

The only rule here is to keep going. Every loop makes you stronger, but the Cartel’s not standing still either. They send more, they hit harder, and they don’t stop. If you’re lucky, you’ll walk out with the pieces you need to end this. If not… well, there’s always the next run.

System Requirements

Minimum

• OS: Windows 10 (64-bit)

• Processor: Intel Core i5-8400 / AMD Ryzen 5 2600

• Memory: 8 GB RAM

• Graphics: NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1060 / AMD Radeon RX 580

• DirectX: Version 11

• Storage: 20 GB available space

Recommended

• OS: Windows 10 (64-bit)

• Processor: Intel Core i7-9700K / AMD Ryzen 7 3700X

• Memory: 16 GB RAM

• Graphics: NVIDIA GeForce RTX 2060 / AMD Radeon RX 5700 XT

• DirectX: Version 12

• Storage: 20 GB available space