They Are Adorable

TENS OF THOUSANDS OF THEM They don't arrive in squads. They arrive in absurd numbers. Man huge guns in first person and tear visible holes through crowds that cover roads, forts and entire hillsides. Rotary cannons mow lanes through the mass. Mortars erase packed formations. Plow rounds carve through columns hundreds deep. Chain shells turn a crowd into a cascading explosion. They are adorable. This changes nothing. GET STUPIDLY OVERPOWERED Every attempt makes you stronger. Kill thousands, earn currency, and permanently upgrade your arsenal with bigger blasts, more rounds and increasingly unreasonable transformations. Hit a wall. Upgrade. Come back. Turn the wave that killed you into a massacre, then find out how many more it takes to stop you. YOU ARE THE ONE FIRING No automated towers are having the fun for you. Snap between cannon positions, choose the weapon that fits the crowd in front of you, and pull the trigger yourself. As your arsenal grows, so do the hordes. Thousands become tens of thousands. And you keep firing. EVERY RUN PAYS Win or lose, every attempt feeds a permanent upgrade tree: new cannons, bigger blasts, more heat to spend. Hit a wall, get stronger, break through. They panic when you aim at them. This changes nothing.