TIC, TAC & TOE

They are licensed. Nobody will say who licensed them. Tic, Tac & Toe roam the galaxy taking every bounty going, because they are in no position to be picky, and then they ruin it in a way nobody could have predicted and everybody could have prevented. Their ship is a held-together-with-hope little rustbucket that has been banned from four orbital lanes, two moons and one sandwich franchise. They have never once left a planet in better condition than they found it. A GALAXY THAT KEEPS GROWING They go wherever the bounty is. New worlds are being built right now, and every one of them will regret the booking. BOUNTIES YOU WILL FUMBLE Every contract gets completed. Technically. It is the forty minutes either side where it all falls apart. Nobody has ever hired them twice. COMBO UNTIL SOMETHING BREAKS Light strings spoil their swing and leave them standing there. Heavy finishers put an elite through a wall. Work out which problem you actually have. HAND-PAINTED NONSENSE Forty-seven species, every frame painted, nothing reused between worlds. Including a crocodile that fires water out of its throat. Five of him at once. PHYSICS WITH A GRUDGE Smashed skulls gas the room for three seconds. Thrown crates carry lightning. The furniture is not on anyone's side. CO-OP THAT BETRAYS YOU Every ultimate hits your friends too. This is a feature, not a bug. Choose your couch companions wisely. COUCH CO-OP! Up to 3 players on one couch, plus a versus mode where friendships go to die. A controller each is all it takes.