If they reach the bottom, you lose a life. Ammo is not a suggestion.
Earth's last hope is a kid with a pogo stick. Obviously.
Train a pigeon. Punch above its weight. Meet god. (Also a pigeon.)
Pairs vanish. Columns crash down. Think faster than the board fills.
Swap tiles into an army. Then hope the pattern holds.
Twenty-two rooms. Every door wants a key. Every key is hiding.
Hostages, explosions, and a top-down mess you somehow signed up for.
A cold room. A dead fire. Type your way back to the world.
You're a square in space. The universe still wants you dead.
Their bases light up the dark. Yours is the only ship that answers.
Just one more merge. That's what you said last time.
Gravity just flipped. The hole didn't move. You did.
Hell has stairs. You have one job: keep climbing.
A lost ship. A vector-drawn galaxy. Unlock the next door—or die trying.
Grab the gold. The wizard is faster than your greed.