But now, the Droods have hit a bad patch, what with the death of our Matriarch and the discovery that she was killed by one of our own. It’s left us in more than a bit of disarray, and it goes without saying that those forces of darkness are taking advantage of the situation. There’s a Satanic Conspiracy brewing—one that could throw humanity directly into the clutches of the Biggest of the Big Bads, forever.

Things are looking grim—and here I am, not able to be of any help. On account of I’m dead…