Choose your end of the world.
Survival is a luxury. Scavenge for supplies and avoid the horde at all costs.
The machines are watching. Hack, hide, and survive the cold logic of the Singularity.
The world is glowing with lethal radiation. Scavenge for rad-away, avoid fallout zones, and rebuild in the ashes.
Extraterrestrial overlords have harvested Earth. You are no longer at the top of the food chain. Evade the harvesters and stay off the menu.
Trapped for millennia in a decaying pizzeria complex. The animatronics are no longer just robots—they are ancient, vengeful entities. Survival is a game of power management and silence.
Extreme scarcity. Lethal consequences.
The feline uprising has begun. Humans are now secondary to the Meow Empire. Can you survive the fluffiest dystopia?
You've noclip'd out of reality. Endless yellow hallways, damp carpets, and the hum of fluorescent lights. Don't let the entities find you.
A strange pink liquid is spreading. Cute furry girls are everywhere, and they want to share their transformation with you. Will you resist or embrace your new fluffy self?
An intellectual virus is spreading. Victims become insufferable philosophers who challenge your every move with annoying existential quotes. If gaming is your power, what are you without it?