Control your character's movement with the WASD keys, leap into the air using SPACE, toggle the score display with TAB, crouch low by pressing C, and aim precisely by holding the Right Mouse Button to zoom.
The Bloodhounds swarm the airfield like feral beasts, boots pounding cracked tarmac as the Vipers scramble from rusted hangars. Wind screams through skeletal control towers, drowning their panicked shouts. Chainsaw snarls erupts first—the heavy minigun roaring to life in Bonecrusher’s grip, its spinning barrels spitting white-hot fury. Concrete explodes. Metal shreds. Viper thugs disintegrate mid-sprint, crimson mist hanging thick where bodies stood. Survivors retreat to their central compound, barricading doors as the Bloodhounds’ laughter echoes through bullet-riddled ruins. That’s when the war rig rolls in—grinding gears, smoke belching from its armored hull. A steel crate drops, hissing open to reveal the payload: *Big MF* glows in blood-red paint across the bomb’s scarred casing. Bonecrusher slams the detonator with a mangled fist. Light swallows the compound. The earth heaves. For three heartbeats, day becomes noon—then the shockwave hits, flinging debris into the stratosphere. When the firestorm clears, only twisted skeletons of steel remain. The Bloodhounds howl, claiming their ash-coated throne.
This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience on our website Learn more