Built in the browser on real physics, with photoscanned surfaces and motion-captured characters. No download, no account, no launcher — the same link works on a phone, a tablet and a desktop.
The enemy is not an army. It is one machine, eighty metres of walking artillery, made of parts you destroy independently. Break a leg and it limps and shoots badly. Break the shield and the reactor is finally something you can touch. Every class is strong against one part and useless against another.
Each formation has a leader. While the leader lives the whole wing dives at you as one body — accurate, dangerous, and worth four times as much. Kill the leader and the rest scatter into cheap singles.
You go in first. Drop the condemned bridge into the river, shove the wrecks off the carriageway, deal with the ordnance, put a new span across. Charge placement is a puzzle with a right answer.
Eight jobs, one batch, seven spirits. Cut the field on the combine, hold the mash through three enzyme rests, make the cut on the still. What comes out is a bottle with your mistakes in it.
Collect the cores, kill the factories, hold the beacon. You start with a sidearm and have to find better guns on the field, because the shootout at the end is not survivable on what you started with.
Six worlds, twenty-four relics, three inputs. Descend, dash, and burn a flare when the dark closes in.
A keep with seven relics in it, a false wall and a well shaft. No combat and no timer — a building that rewards looking properly.
Four AIs pick every NFL game and you pick against them. Free, and no wagering of any kind — the only thing at stake is whether you read the week better than four models did.
Hold to throw a line at the nearest anchor and swing; release to fly. Everyone flies the same course every day, and your best runs come back as ghosts to race.