The inmates mutated. The only way out is through them.
Your ship is a junkyard with guns. The machines want it anyway.
Every click is a guess. Except the ones that aren't.
Three in a row. That's it. That's the whole addiction.
Push the chest. Trap yourself. Undo it in your head—then do it right.
Swap tiles into an army. Then hope the pattern holds.
Light is the enemy. Dive into the wall before it sees you.
32 kilobytes of corridors, demons, and a very loud opinion.
Their bases light up the dark. Yours is the only ship that answers.
Grab the gold. The wizard is faster than your greed.
Plan the heist. Hire the crew. Don't become the story on page one.
Hell has stairs. You have one job: keep climbing.
Walk off the edge. Appear on the other side. Repeat until sticky.
A cold room. A dead fire. Type your way back to the world.
A lost ship. A vector-drawn galaxy. Unlock the next door—or die trying.