Control
Use the arrow keys or WASD to navigate: left/right for movement, up/W to jump or climb ladders, down/S to descend. Press spacebar or shift to interact with objects—grab items, operate doors, utilize wells, or rest in beds. Left-click to attack or activate items; right-click cycles through character configurations.
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Grit chokes the air as you hitch your revolver, squinting through the desert sun at shambling shadows on the horizon. This ain’t your grandpappy’s frontier—rusted spurs still jingle, but now they drown out the moans of rotten throats. Plant corn in blood-soaked soil, hammer nails into barricades with one hand while reloading a six-shooter with the other. Every splintered board and collapsed mine shaft can become tomorrow’s fortifications if you’re quick enough between sundown and the next wave. Scavenge abandoned stagecoaches for bullets, trade wolf pelts for shotgun shells at the last trading post still standing, and pray your dynamite holds when the horde claws through your walls after midnight. Days are measured in empty casings littering the dust, nights in the stench of gunpowder and rotting meat. The land breaks as easy as bones under bootheels—dig moats, collapse ridges onto crawling corpses, burn whole ghost towns to buy time. No white hats riding to the rescue here. Just you, your iron, and the terrible arithmetic of survival: one bullet, one breath, one sunrise at a time. How many draws from your flask before the graves outnumber the living?
