The Drowning Doom faction is headed by Drowned Ophelia, and if you play the single player first, you'll first meet them when you reach Death's Clutch (icy region) in the story. Sick things worshipping the black metal of their dead gods, the Doom drinks from the Sea of Black Tears and sap their opponents' will to live with dark curses.
SOLOS | |
| Fan Tribute | Play near a green (neutral) Fan Geyser to sway Fans with dark promises. |
| Summon Hearse | Call forth your coffinmobile whenever you need it. |
| Rally Army | Be individuals together by drawing every goth on the field to your current location. |
| Summon Flag | Place your banner in the barren ground. New units automatically move to it. |
| Silence | Prevent enemy Avatars from issuing orders or playing guitar. |
| Black Tear Infusion | Summon forth black tears from the ground, healing nearby squads. |
| Shadow Blast | Explode your violent shadow, damaging all who are near. |
| Encompassing Gloom | Make the enemy stage fade to black, halting its squad production for a short time. |
| Baleful Misdirection | Creates a ghostly duplicate of any unit you can produce. The unit will not do damage but will look real to the enemy. |
| Veil of Deceit | Turn your creatures invisible. |
| Weeping Heavens | Launch artillery-sized eyeballs from your stage, raining black teary doom on the enemy. |
UNITS | ||
| UNIT | DESCRIPTION | DOUBLE TEAM |
| Grave Digger | These lowly initiates are weak and spineless on their own, but Grave Diggers tend to express their individuality in large, damaging crowds. | Fall into the hole a Digger dug and travel underground unti the time is right. Then burst forth, rising from the Earth in explosive fashion. |
| Bride | Brides are forsaken women cloaked in sorrow, searching for love that was never meant to be. Or else they're freaky-deaky zombies with a wedding dress fetish. | Perform a dance of the dead with a Bride to summon forth lightning strikes upon enemy targets. |
| Ratgut | Is the mysterious Ratgut the master of his venomous charges, or a prisoner of ravenous rodents? All that is certain is his desire to share his little friends with the world. | Jump down Ratgut's gullet and take personal control of his disease-ridden rat army. |
| Organist | Dirge machines driven by grieving phantoms, Organists revel in spreading dread to all enemies in earshot, sapping their will to fight. | Drive the Organist and latch on to enemy units, using them like a vile puppet master... until the strings are cut. |
| Lightning Rod | The ghastly drivers of the Lightning Rods are slowly executed by their own vehicle even while they serve to electrocute their foes. | Take control of the Rod's lightning weapon to crispy-fry the living, or charge it to extra-crispy and fry multiple targets in one salvo. |
| Brood | The Brood's haunted baby carriages carry an infinite number of ferocious piranha-dolls, capable of stripping a vehicle to its frame in seconds. | Turn the carriage into a Broodmobile, then rain explosive, flaming, cuddly death upon everyone in sight. |
| Dirgible | Piloted by decaying corpses, Dirgibles choke the living with a thick black fog, weakening the defenses of the strongest buildings. | Steer the Dirgible over enemy positions and bomb them with explosive funeral urns, eating into the opposition over time and slowly healing friendly infantry. |
| Tree Back | The mindless Tree Back is at one with nature... specifically, the parts involving death and decay. His fists are second only to the murder of crows he sends forth to do murder. | Ride in the Tree Back's branches and pound the ground for powerful shockwaves. |
| Frightwig | These maidens washed their hair in the Sea of Black Tears to give it supernatural luster and strength. After their deaths, the hair dug its way out of the grave, pulling the heads along with it. A fearsome foe when attacking from afar. | The Avatar tosses the Frightwig onto an enemy unit, forcing it to attack its allies. Frightwigs take a portion of the damage directed at the unit to which they're attached. |
| Reaper | Death. Mors Mortis. La Petite Mort. The legendary soul collector and noted equestrian rides with the Drowning Doom, ready to fill his quota for the next century. | Hop on the Reaper's pony and produce an aura of Fear, sending enemy infantry running. Then take the Reaper's scythe and do a little reaping of your own. |
