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About This Game

You are not the first. You will not be the last.

In the derelict carcass of a terraforming dream gone wrong, you awaken as Alexandro—a clone soldier with a fractured mind and a weapon fused to your arm. The D.R.I.L.L. hums with unstable energy, its cores crackling with the power to shock, push, or freeze… but every shot drains your suit’s fading pulse. Memories glitch. Voices lie. And the hive hungers.

A Descent Into Adaptive Horror

🔹 The Clone Awakening Facility
"Welcome to your first death, A-65177."

Escape laboratories where glass vats birth nightmares. Parasites skitter in the shadows, lured by the scent of fresh code in your veins. Solve your own corpse’s puzzles. Trust Roxana’s holographic whispers—or let Filipo’s static-choked screams guide you. But hurry: the lights are failing, and something is peeling through the ceiling.

🔹 The Magnetic Abyss
Gravity here is a liar.
Navigate caves where floating ore crushes the unwary. Redirect tractor beams to carve paths through the dark, but tread lightly—the walls breathe. Swarms detach like living rot, exploding in bioluminescent fury. Your D.R.I.L.L.’s Push Core might save you… or hurl you into the abyss.

🔹 Lighthouse of Annihilation
The light that cleanses. The light that consumes.
Climb the skeletal spire where humanity’s last hope became a meat grinder. Machinery clogs with pulsating biomass. Filipo awaits, half-man, half-hive, his bones snapping into new horrors as you fight. Survive the beacon’s final truth: you are a cog in a cycle older than your stolen memories.

Survive. Adapt. Repeat.

• Evolve or Die: Enemies learn. Sentry Drones stalk via light, Grunt Berserkers feign death to ambush, and the Nematophora King reshapes itself mid-battle.

  

• Left-Arm Lies: Your holographic UI flickers with inventory and cryptic warnings. Is Roxana guiding you… or editing your reality?

  

• Battery-Powered Desperation: Every beam fired, every adrenaline shot taken, risks your suit’s stability. Will you burn bright or ration survival?

  

Death Pilot is a haunting dance of body horror and tactical decay. Forge alliances with ghosts, outsmart a hive that remembers your every death, and ask yourself: Is breaking the cycle worth becoming the monster?

"A claustrophobic nightmare where every choice bleeds consequence. For fans who crave the tension of Alien: Isolation and the existential dread of Hellblade."

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