You're a square in space. The universe still wants you dead.
One button. Walk, jump, smash. The stars are still too far.
You're tiny. The crate isn't. Throw it anyway.
Gravity just flipped. The hole didn't move. You did.
Hell has stairs. You have one job: keep climbing.
Twenty-two rooms. Every door wants a key. Every key is hiding.
Every click is a guess. Except the ones that aren't.
One pipe out of place and the whole town stays dry.
The inmates mutated. The only way out is through them.
A dead rock. A few clicks. Suddenly there's weather.
Walk off the edge. Appear on the other side. Repeat until sticky.
Two blobs. One ball. Dignity optional.
Pairs vanish. Columns crash down. Think faster than the board fills.
Their bases light up the dark. Yours is the only ship that answers.
Pixel-perfect jumps. One slip, and the stage remembers.