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The bayou holds its breath. Something ancient stirs beneath the cypress roots.
Will you be the hunter — or the hunted?
Use dark sight to follow clue trails through the swamp. Every footprint, every whisper of the cursed wind brings you closer — or exposes you to those who follow.
Banish the beast. Claim the bounty token. Then survive long enough to extract — while every other hunter on the map hunts you for what you carry.
Permadeath is real. Your hunter falls — their story ends. But their equipment, their hard-earned traits, their memory: that echoes in the bloodline forever.
Dynamic sound design makes every twig snap, every distant shot a tactical decision. Silence is a weapon. Noise is a death sentence.
From Winfield repeaters to Dolch pistols, Mosin-Nagants to flare guns — forge your loadout from period-authentic weapons of brutal, deliberate lethality.
Earn Hunt Dollars. Level your bloodline. Unlock legendary hunters, weapons, and skins that tell the story of your hunts — and your deaths.
A creature born of meat-hooks and malice. Last seen at Lawson Delta slaughterhouse. Approach with fire. Approach with caution. Do not approach alone.
Eight legs. Countless eyes. She nests in the dark rafters of Stillwater Bayou, spinning webs from the bones of the careless. Bring shotguns.
A shadow that moves between dimensions. You will not see it coming. The swamp goes silent before it strikes. Trust the dark sight. Trust nothing else.
A plague doctor corrupted beyond recognition. It screeches and the dead rise. Destroy the totems before engaging. Destroy them all, or die twice.
The darkness is not empty. It watches. It waits. And those foolish enough to hunt within it must reckon with the fact that something far older hunts them in return.
— Field Notes, Bounty Hunter No. 1,247 (Deceased)