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    • GameCharts     Steam    Dungeons 4
    Month Avg. Players Gain % Gain Peak Players
    April 2025 100 -17 -14.53% 173
    March 2025 117 -26 -18.18% 263
    February 2025 143 -59 -29.21% 345
    January 2025 202 -72 -26.28% 445
    December 2024 274 107 64.07% 634
    November 2024 167 -12 -6.7% 406
    October 2024 179 18 11.18% 462
    September 2024 161 -122 -43.11% 434
    August 2024 283 114 67.46% 924
    July 2024 169 33 24.26% 366
    June 2024 136 25 22.52% 392
    May 2024 111 -23 -17.16% 239
    April 2024 134 -45 -25.14% 302
    March 2024 179 12 7.19% 405
    February 2024 167 -138 -45.25% 389
    January 2024 305 -231 -43.1% 857
    December 2023 536 -475 -46.98% 1,278
    November 2023 1,011 1,011 --- 4,452
    October 2023 0 0 --- 0
    September 2023 0 0 --- 0
    August 2023 0 0 --- 0
    July 2023 0 0 --- 0
    June 2023 0 0 --- 0
    May 2023 0 0 --- 0
    April 2023 0 0 --- 0
    March 2023 0 0 --- 0
    February 2023 0 0 --- 0
    January 2023 0 0 --- 0
    December 2022 0 0 --- 0
    November 2022 0 0 --- 0
    October 2022 0 0 --- 0
    September 2022 0 0 --- 0
    August 2022 0 --- --- 0

    About Dungeons 4

    Once upon a time in a realm far, far away, everything was lush and green. The unicorns mingled among the trees and the elves and humans lived peacefully in harmony with their surroundings. Yet somewhere at the edge of a clearing half-hidden among the trees, obscured by a rising veil of fog in the hazy half-darkness of a weather-beaten hut, a shape huddles over a large and ominously glowing crystal ball. A mumbling voice sings ancient formulae, urging the swirling glowing mists inside the crystal to part and give an insight into the future.

    “All is in flux, nothing seems certain. Come, oh vagaries of space and time, separate the veil and show us what is yet to come”, the voice grumbles with the hint of an eye faintly reflecting the glow in front of its hood. The shape’s audience, only barely visible in the dim light, leans in closer and listens intently. “Time ebbs and flows, forming pools and wrinkles… but when the mists part only vague images rise from beyond the veil. Shhh...