Gore Grind

Where do the hordes even come from? Doesn't matter. They're all cannon fodder for your rage now.

Endless Variety, Endless Slaughter — dozens of enemy types come at you, hundreds at a time. Swarms so thick the streets disappear under them.

Blast to Metal — guns, grenades, and a soundtrack that hits as hard as you do. Because gore is fucking metal.

Gore Galore — every kill lands harder than the last. Mow down the swarm and leave a trail of blood and meat behind you.

Loner Alone, Loser in a Group— drag up to 4 friends into the splatter with couch co-op.
Fell Off a Truck... Truck — some gadgets showed up out of nowhere. Least that's what Tommy says. Deploy them across your turf and let them do the dirty work.

Die. Repeat. Die Again. — it's a roguelite, so death isn't a setback, it's the loop. You will die a lot. Get back up, gear up, and bleed out all over again.

The Real Hell Is the Price Tag — out here, everything's paywalled. Guns, gadgets, second chances. This city makes you pay for every last one.

And all this for a slice of gabagool?