Gore Grind

The city mutated overnight. The internet is down. The only business still open is a pizzeria, and you are its best customer. Years of Tommy's pizza left you so greasy the mutagen slid right off.

Now you work for him.

Gore Grind is a first-person roguelite horde shooter for 1 to 4 players in couch co-op. Survive the night, bank what the city drops, and spend it on guns, gadgets and the occasional second chance at life.

The horde does not come in waves. It comes like weather. Freeze it, burn it, blow it up, mop up the rest. The soundtrack is metal, obviously.

Tommy makes the pizza and hands out the work. He does not say where his money comes from, and you should not ask.

Out here, money is life. Death is not the end, it is a bill, and the bill doubles every time you die that night. Put your cash in the bank before the gnomes find it. Then maybe lose some at roulette. It is your money.

When you come back, the AI on the radio takes the credit. "Restored. You're welcome."

Turrets, barrels and other hardware of uncertain origin. The Mechanic sells it, you place it, it does the work while you reload. Where it came from is between Tommy and a guy he does not do business with.

A rogue AI tried to take over the world and lost track of it. Now it talks through every radio in town, takes credit for everything, and insists it is in charge. It is in charge of nothing.

Except the Crankers. It imagines its own riders of the apocalypse so hard they show up and hit you, and it announces each one by chapter and verse.

Then there are the gnomes. Nobody knows what they are. They take your money and vanish.

Up to 4 players on one couch. Share the street, share the loot, argue about who is worth reviving.

Buy a Hog at the Mechanic's garage and race him across town.

Deliver pizza between shifts. It is still a business.

Every night ends when its boss dies. Not one second before.

And all this for a slice of gabagool.