I will never forget the day my uncle told me about his neighbour’s cat Malcolm.
Certain retellings sometimes have him peeing on the mat.
Others, puking his guts up.
I guess The Lord works in mysterious ways after all, it seems.
Against this preposterous backdrop, Malcolm must commence his do-gooding.
Sure, they resonate now, but will they seem quite as cute in five years’ time?
Ask me again in 2029 when my 40-something cringe-ometer will be well and truly in its element.
is quite low, Reprobate probably isn’t the game for you.
Let the campaign to canonise Malcolm the Shit start here, because this is really quite heavenly.
A copy of Death of the Reprobate was provided for review by developer Joe Richardson.