Ink Warden
A calligraphy defense game painted in living ink. Draw brush strokes to cut paper demons, cast glyph spells, and guard the vermilion seal across an unrolling ink-wash handscroll.
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A calligraphy defense game painted in living ink. Draw brush strokes to cut paper demons, cast glyph spells, and guard the vermilion seal across an unrolling ink-wash handscroll.
A deep-sea descent where sound is sight. Every sonar ping lights the pitch-black abyss in fading phosphorescence — and calls the blind hunters. Hide in sonar shadows, steal light from enemy pings, evolve at depth gates, and dive as deep as you dare.
A bilingual cartoon auto-survivor roguelite where movement and dodging are the only manual controls. Auto fire, satellites, aura damage, shockwaves, clones, and random ultimates handle combat while players chase high scores on desktop and mobile.
An endless mobile-first slash survival game about chaining kills, collecting powers, triggering dynamic difficulty, surviving stacking boss waves, and cutting through monsters.
An immediate-play neon arrow roguelite with upgraded arena art, elegant arcade typography, floating run hints, elemental gates, persistent proc builds, and auto-cast ultimates.
A mobile-friendly one-stick neon survival roguelite: Move with WASD, arrow keys, or drag/touch. Fire is automatic. Dash with Space or double tap. Collect glow motes to level up. Choose upgrades between waves. Survive escalating enemy waves and boss spawns.
A true-3D, mobile-first survivors-like with one original verb: WALK. You are a fungal spore in a bioluminescent humus layer. You never aim and never fire — every step you take grows a glowing mycelium carpet that corrodes the bugs swarming over it, slows them, and can be DETONATED in a chain of spore-blooms along the whole connected web. Movement is level design: paint a living battlefield, funnel the horde into your net, and blow it all at once. Grow from one lonely spore into the forest floor itself. 6 fungal species, 12 auto-weapons with evolutions, 12 passives, 14 bugs, multi-phase biome bosses, a mutation tree, endless mode and a daily seed. Corrode. Bloom. Overgrow. One thumb.
An immediate-play one-finger neon pinball roguelite with randomized bumper maps, draft upgrades, punchy WebAudio, five elements, and reaction explosions.
Top-down dungeon RPG with five procedural floors. Three hero classes: Warden, Ember, and Shade. Keyboard, mouse-free, and touch controls. Level-up boons, chests, shrines, merchants, pickups, boss fight, autosave, and local best score. Self-contained canvas visuals with no external dependencies.
A survivors-like with NO attack button. Your weapon is a morningstar — a spiked ball on a chain with real physics. Stand still and it hangs dead at your feet; run circles and it windmills up to lethal speed (damage = kinetic energy); reverse hard and it WHIPCRACKS for ×2.5 crits. One thumb + one YANK button, nothing else. You are a knight woven into a medieval tapestry, and the Moth King's court is chewing it apart — swing well and they unravel back into curling thread. 11 flail-mutating techniques, 7 trims, 6 evolutions (Twin Star, Comet, Thunderclap…), 10 moth-court enemies including wind-moths that drag your chain off course, and 3 bosses that attack the swing itself: thread-walls that CATCH a slow ball, gale lanes you can ride for free speed, and a finale where the world drains to grey linen, the arena is eaten smaller, and only whipcracks wound the King. Victory unlocks endless and Moth-Eaten difficulty. Bayeux-tapestry pigments, zero bloom. EN/中文.
Steer through a folded-paper universe and grow by devouring it. One thumb is a floating joystick — glide, swallow every mote smaller than you, and DASH free of the giants whose dark shadow sweeps in to eat you. Climb a long branching evolution tree — dust, asteroid, moon, planet, gas giant, star — then split into your fate: blaze out as a Supernova, unfurl into a spiral Galaxy, or collapse into a Black Hole that hunts other black holes until it triggers the Big Bang and you become a whole new universe. Five endings, a light roguelike boon at every stage, a calm matte low-poly art style with a pastel sky that recolours as you grow. One finger, mobile-first.
ALKAHEST — a falling-sand alchemy roguelike where every pixel of the world is simulated. Sand collapses, water floods, oil burns, acid eats through rock, lava quenches into stone, and gunpowder seams chain-detonate — nothing is scripted, it all emerges from the material simulation. You are an alchemist descending a living mineshaft with twin-stick sorcery: one thumb moves and levitates, the other pours alchemy into the earth. Dig with EXCAVATE blasts, torch oil lakes with SPARK, flood fires with AQUA, dissolve tunnels with VITRIOL, and crack the deep rock with powder KEGs. Mine glittering gold dust on the way down through three biomes — Amber Caves, the flooded depths, and Powder Hell — past hopping gnawers, burning wick-moths and coal imps that explode when they die. Reach the MOTHERLODE at the bottom of the world and claim the heart of the mountain. Die and the mine keeps your bones. Gold is the leaderboard. EN/中文.
Pack a shelter, recruit survivors, collect danger-priced rent, and survive escalating zombie crises in a bilingual inventory-management roguelite.
WANJIAN — Ten Thousand Swords. A xianxia gate-runner where a lone cultivator walks an endless stone causeway above a pearl cloud sea, a ring of flying swords orbiting at their back and launching by will alone. DRAG to strafe — every other verb is a choice. Gates come in pairs every 50m: more swords, sharper edges, faster launches, qi, healing… and RED curse gates your swords can SHOOT back into blessings. Gold countdown gates hold four sword forms: heavy BROADSWORD, NEEDLE SWARM, returning CRESCENT, piercing JADE PILLAR. Every 350m a demon general looms on a pedestal altar — dodge telegraphed fire, break its qi, and pick 1 of 3 star-rated artifacts from its chest to forge your school: HEAVY (few colossal blades), SWARM (pierce spreads overkill through the back ranks) or SWIFT (spark stacks make pure speed scale). Every 1000m a white crane carries you above the clouds for a coin-drenched bonus flight. Endless, EN/中文, bright and airy, zero bloom.
You are a nameless shadow — and legends are edible. Six doors, six bosses, any order: win a duel and DEVOUR the boss whole. Its signature attack becomes your new button; its movement rewrites your dash (spider-walk trip-lines, quaking leaps, phase-dives, twin dashes). Kill order is your build: every legend is secretly weak to another's stolen power, and every devour makes the rest stronger. You can only carry THREE forms — and behind the seventh door waits THE WHOLE, a bone-white mirror assembled from everything you left behind. Roguelite boss-rush ARPG: no mobs, no grinding, pure duels. Hand-pulled silkscreen art, weekly time trials, an etching tree, and a chimera poster of every run. Others loot; you devour.
A three-act time-loop roguelite campaign. Record eight-second combat routes, carry one Legacy Echo between radically different bosses, and choose permanent upgrades that decide whether the live pilot, the Echoes, or Blink choreography owns the timeline.
You are the town blacksmith — and you never leave the counter. By day, adventurers push open your door: the proud shieldmaiden, the broke rookie begging his first sword on credit, the reckless axeman nobody can talk out of anything. You forge, haggle, extend credit, and decide who gets the last flame-ward charm when two people need it. By night, a paper-puppet theater plays out what your choices bought — when a shield you hammered turns a killing blow, the caption names YOUR work and cites the transaction. At dawn the ledger opens: loot, rumors, repayments… and sometimes a name struck through in wax-red ink, with a death report that quotes your own books. No random deaths — every loss traces to a decision you signed. 36 days, 14 permadeath regulars, six dungeon depths, a legendary blade, five endings — including one where every chair is still full. Hand-inked paper diorama. English & 中文. One thumb.
The dungeon does not exist until you draw it. You are a royal cartographer with a blank parchment, a few ghostly watermark rumors, and one bottle of ink — which is also your LIFE. Draw a corridor and paper walls fold up into a 3D pop-up world. Close a loop and a room grows inside: its prize is decided by how big and how TIDY you drew it. Enemies are ink blots that can only walk the lines you drew — so draw chokepoints, kite them onto a bridge, then switch to the eraser and drop the whole horde into the blank. Four atlas pages, four bosses that attack your authorship: one redacts your corridors, one plagiarizes your map, one eats your rooms, and the Blank King makes you draw the arena mid-fight while the page forgets itself. Every run ends by printing the ACTUAL map you drew as a wax-sealed poster — no two are alike. Daily survey: the whole world gets the same blank page; a thousand players, a thousand maps.
AVALANCHE — a snowball mass gate-runner. Your NUMBER is your body: you are a snowball on an endless goblin-fortified alpine slope, and your mass (kg) is health AND damage. Ice gates multiply or bite it (×2, +40, −60, ÷2) — and there are no guns: fix a bad stretch by snap-steering through roadside powder drifts that sit dangerously close to cliff crevasses. Crush pines, rocks, palisades and whole candy-roofed goblin villages; everything you flatten EMBEDS in the ball until you are a rolling museum of destruction. Ramps launch you into a landing slam that erases everything around. Every 350 m a boss — YETI, ICE GOLEM, GOBLIN KING WAR-SLED — holds the fortress gate: its HP is a mass threshold, so ram it again and again; each ram costs mass and staggers its regen. Boss chests drop star-rated runes across three proven builds: DENSITY (damage per kg), GLACIER (mass economy), COMET (speed + slam). Bright arctic day, subtle auroras, EN/中文.
RIPCORD — rip the cord, rule the bowl. A spinning-top arena battler where your RPM is everything: health, damage and the clock, all in one number. Pull the ripcord FAST for a screaming launch, then steer your top with one finger. Grind rivals until they wobble to a stop — or slam them into the dark gutter pockets for a RING OUT. Fill the meter and BURST to dash-slam. Between rounds, draft parts — saw blades, vampire rings, nova coils, titan springs — and stack a build through a 10-round campaign with two hulking bosses (MAULER, BEHEMOTH), then endless escalating waves for the leaderboard. Physics does the drama: heavy tanks barely budge, light rushers fly, and a wobbling top is one shove away from the gutter. Bright toy-plastic look, fully synthesized audio, EN/中文.
SUNWYRM — Snake × gate-runner. Steer the HEAD of a reawakened brass war-serpent down a sun-blasted desert causeway; the body follows the exact S-curves you carve, and every gate bolts a WEAPON-TURRET segment onto your tail: piercing ballista, ember brazier, chain-lightning coil, homing stinger pods, reflecting mirror scale, gold idol. Your build IS your visible body. ×2 duplicates your newest turret, ÷2 chops your tail off (watch it tumble), and cursed −N gates can be SHOT back to positive with your head's venom spit — shoot a turret gate 6× to GILD it to ★★. Head bites cost HP; body bites cost segments — length is armor. Pedestal bosses with huge HP numbers (KHEPRI IDOL, a rival STONE SERPENT, the JACKAL COLOSSUS) coil-fight you in widened arenas and drop 1-of-3 star-rated relics. Three viable builds: LONG, DENSE, VENOM. Reach a boss at full HP and the wyrm LEVITATES into a coin-raining glide. Endless, leaderboards, EN/中文.
A card roguelike where your deck is a PARTY. Cards never hit a discard pile — you play them onto a lacquered war-table where they become living comrades with their own HP: painted-miniature warriors standing shoulder to shoulder. Place two same-banner comrades side by side and a vermilion thread of fate snaps tight; line them up and the BOND CHAIN grows — the longer the chain, the stronger every soul in it. Steel chains shield, Hunt chains crit, Oath chains share lethal blows, Wild chains snowball. Drag to deploy, maneuver to re-link, hold the line: enemies sever your bonds, punish clusters, dive your back row. March a 10-node run to the Chainbreaker — a boss who cuts your longest chain every turn. Others discard; you arrange. 6 commanders, 26 comrades, 6 banners, duos, tactics, insignias. One thumb, true-3D.
Every eight seconds, your past becomes your firepower. Build repeating echoes, trigger Overwind kill chains, cut through enemies with Dash executions, and break the Great Escapement in English or Chinese.
You are the BELLWETHER — the belled lead sheep. You never attack: the FLOCK is the weapon. Two dozen bleating boids follow your bell — your health bar (every sheep lost is health gone), your economy (spread out and they graze, growing WOOL that pays for abilities) and your artillery (a tight, fast flock TRAMPLES; damage scales with mass × speed). Spread to feed, tighten to fight. Spend wool on a STAMPEDE charge, a projectile-blocking RING, or a snap-SCATTER dodge that implodes onto anything inside. Recruit rams, decoy black sheep, goats that headbutt darts out of the air, lambs that grow up if kept alive. Four storybook meadows, four bosses that attack the herding verb itself: a Great Wolf to intercept mid-leap, a magpie-wolf that STEALS YOUR BELL — and a wolf disguised as one of your own sheep: it never grazes, its gait is a beat off, its eyes glint ember. Permadeath; every sheep has a name, and the game-over page is a storybook epitaph for everyone you lost. Daily Fold seed.
CHISPA — a possession body-hop arena roguelike. You are an immortal spark with no body of your own: TAP any piñata to LEAP inside and steal its legs and weapons. Paper bodies decay by the second — kills buy time, and jumping out detonates your old husk like a confetti grenade (the healthier the body, the bigger the boom). Chain leaps within 5s to multiply your candy. 8 possessable piñatas — donkey, star, street dog, little bull, cactus gunner, skeleton mariachi, turkey, runaway watermelon — plus gold-shelled elites you must crack open. 25 altar blessings (3 legendary), and 3 bosses that all bend the possession rule: ram the armored bull with his own sons, pierce the mother star with her starlets' spikes, then out-body-hop the Cardboard King and CLASH his naked soul, spark against spark. 15 waves + endless mode, piñata gallery, unlockable starter bodies, EN/中文. Crepe-paper fiesta at high noon: zero bloom, all confetti.
The one classic roguelike system nobody dared to arcade-ify: UNIDENTIFIED POTIONS. You are an apprentice apothecary locked in the guild cellars with a mortar, six essences, and no weapon — the potions ARE the weapon. Combine any two essences and one of fifteen effects comes out: Frost Nova, Bee Swarm, Gravity Well, Transmute… but the pair-to-effect table is secretly RE-ROLLED every run. The flask only whispers a hint — bubbling means harm, glowing means trickery, swirling means drink me — then you commit: lob it at the horde, or gulp the unknown like a gambler. Every confirmed reaction is stamped into your journal, and knowledge cuts both ways: the final boss, THE UNLABELED, throws back ONLY the brews you discovered. Your ignorance is your armor. Four hand-glazed majolica cellars, enemies that drop their own essence color, permadeath, and a Daily Cauldron where the whole world drinks from the same shuffled table. Your death screen is your journal page — half-filled, hard-won.
A physics pinball-descent roguelike inside a handcrafted wooden toy cabinet. You are a glass marble knight falling through the Toymaker's dungeon: every floor is a vertical pinball chamber with enemy tokens pinned among the pegs. Drag to aim — a physics-true dotted line previews your bounces — release, and momentum does the damage. Two flippers guard the drain, and every save is the wager that makes PLINKFALL sing: +1 RALLY and more damage, but every bounce charges the red hazard pegs until they go LIVE. Drain, survive the enemy turn, clear the chamber, then fit your build: bomb pegs, multiball splitters, brass crit chimes, lightning conductors, magnet marbles and twelve run-warping relics. Three acts end in articulated automaton bosses — one TILTS the cabinet mid-rally, one ROTATES the pegfield, and the Toymaker REBUILDS the chamber as you fight. Five hearts, permadeath, Daily Drop seed. Bright, bloomless, carved like a real artisan toy.
Dive down a bottomless painted porcelain well — and the blue-glaze murals COME ALIVE. Cobalt sparrows, koi and serpents swim out of the wall paintings to stop you; your answer is a pair of HEEL-KILNS: tap in the air to blast kiln-fire straight down, and hover-dance on your own flame. Stomp enemies to bounce and refill your charge. Every kill without touching the ground grows a porcelain-chime COMBO; land to bank it into pearls. Every 500 metres the murals change, and every 1500 metres a mural guardian seals the shaft: a diving Blue Heron, a flooding Koi Emperor, and a Cloud Dragon coiled around the entire well, wounded only on its one burning spine scale. The signature: the first time you would die, you SHATTER — then are rebuilt seamed with GOLD. Kintsugi form fires hotter, but you are one crack from the end. 14 glazes, 4 heel-kiln variants, a pearl shop, a shared Daily Well seed, a Deepest Dive leaderboard. Beauty from breakage. How deep can you fall?
A turn-based western dice-slinger roguelike on a cursed saloon table. Every enemy is a playing card with a six-gun; every one of your dice is a physical object you carve, face by face, into a build. Roll three ivory d6 across real 3D felt, then drag them into your cards: any die loads the REVOLVER, a pair fans the hammer, a 1 plus dice summing eight is the DEAD MAN'S HAND. Taking hits earns GRIT — the cheater's currency — spend it to nudge a rolled die up or down in plain sight. At camps you carve single faces forever: turn a worthless 1 into a golden SKULL wildcard, gild a face to mint grit, crack a face to count double... if it doesn't shatter the die. Three acts of branching trails stand between you and the bounty: THE HOUSE flips your best die unless you pay him off, RATTLESNAKE JAKE venom-locks your cards, THE UNDERTAKER buries your dice in little coffins. Daily seeded showdown. Fully turn-based — perfect on a phone, treacherous everywhere.
REPAINT — a paint-mixing gate runner in a pencil-sketch world. The Grey ate the city's color; you are the last painter, auto-walking an endless boulevard with a sprayer. Gates load RED, YELLOW or BLUE pigment into your two-slot tank, and the MIX is the weapon: red hits heavy, yellow sprays fast and wide, blue lobs slowing puddles — R+Y bursts into explosive ORANGE, Y+B stains with GREEN rot that jumps on kill, R+B fires homing PURPLE. Everything you kill blooms into permanent color: husks stay as painted statues, splats never fade, facades colorize — ahead is graphite, behind you is a riot. Spray grey stat gates to flip them positive. Every 350 m a marble CRITIC blocks the road: dodge his eraser dust, thread his shockwave gap, and his death detonates a COLOR NOVA that repaints the whole street — his chest holds star-rated painter tools. Three viable builds: IMPASTO (crit pressure), BROADSIDE (wide piercing spray), FLOW (stain-stacking rate). EN/中文.
Race across a painted stormship deck, rewire five order-sensitive tools, unleash five tool-dependent cinematic Ultimates, and defeat the Cathedral Thunderbird, Tempest Leviathan, and Sunforge Colossus.
Play Rogue Deck Dungeon, a free original deckbuilder roguelike card game. Build an evolving energy deck through five tactical battles, read telegraphed enemy intents, choose card rewards and one relic, then shatter the scaling Rune Maw boss on desktop or mobile in English or Chinese.