Tagged "procedural"

A ball of clay rolling down a workshop bench. Everything you roll over sticks to you, every gram makes you stronger and clumsier, and the last gate always wants you small.

The thing hunting you is blind. It hunts sound - your footsteps, your flashlight's click, your breathing when you sprint.

One bouncing slug, and it hurts you too — every shot comes back

Your spells are relics that shatter permanently when used. The strongest one in the cathedral has a single use — power here is a consumable, not a stat.

One shot per hole — but instead of aiming better, you may reshape the terrain

Seven walks to the lighthouse, and each one is shorter than the last

Every order takes one to three turns to arrive, and both armies can see each other's on the way

You cannot plant or water anything. You have shears — and every branch you cut hands its share of the plant's growth energy to whatever is left.

A 128 BPM circuit: the corners are its bars, and a boost pad only fires if you cross it on the beat

Nine camera feeds and one terminal. The thing in the facility steers away from whichever feed you are watching — so it walks through the rooms you stopped checking.

One button, one arc — and the platforms you land on come back as ghosts to stand on next run

Your tyre tracks stay in the dust. The line you pack on lap one is grip by lap two and a rut by lap five — and a rut is the fastest thing on the course, if you meant to be in it.