Waves first. Bosses later. Your trigger finger already knows.
Every click is a guess. Except the ones that aren't.
Grab the gold. The wizard is faster than your greed.
Hell has stairs. You have one job: keep climbing.
Push the chest. Trap yourself. Undo it in your head—then do it right.
Walk off the edge. Appear on the other side. Repeat until sticky.
You're a square in space. The universe still wants you dead.
You're tiny. The crate isn't. Throw it anyway.
Two blobs. One ball. Dignity optional.
A cold room. A dead fire. Type your way back to the world.
You're inside someone's head. Eight thoughts left to shut down.
Last clip. Dark maps. One more room before you level up.
Roy's junk is loose in the wild. eBay is already circling.
Their bases light up the dark. Yours is the only ship that answers.
The inmates mutated. The only way out is through them.