High-speed courier platformer

Redline

Outrun the Choir. Stop moving and the swarm catches up.

When the Scourge cuts the lanes and chokes the comms between holdouts, the message still has to get through — so you carry it on foot, faster than the horde can close. The current playable prototype follows a Pyre courier first; the full target adds the Warden courier identity once the speed loop is strong enough to carry both creeds.

PrototypeThe Pyre & The Wardens

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A compact proof for feel tuning, speed readability, checkpoints, and juice.

Core loop

What the build delivers.

Speed beats omniscience

The massed Scourge is near-omniscient, but its coordination has a tempo. Hold full redline and you outpace the swarm before it can cut you off.

Lanes as racecourses

Chain ramps, rail-grinds, and breach-debris boost pads through collapsing chokepoints to reach the next holdout before the gate closes.

The road turns on you

Chitin over the asphalt, spore-walls blooming across the lane, Render-class horrors at the junctions, and repeater-pylons that drag your redline down.

Playable operators

Pick your way into the breach.

Redline courier

Pyre Courier

Runs a burn order down the dead roads faster than the Choir can close them.

Light, forward-leaning silhouette built for pure momentum
Trades armor for top speed and aggressive boost
Clips repeater-pylons on the way past — each kill sends the local horde feral

Redline courier

Warden Courier

Carries a hold order through the rot and intends to deliver it intact.

Heavier, steadier runner than the Pyre Courier
Reinforced cargo rig — the order survives the hits
Holds momentum through contact instead of gambling on raw pace

Known threats

What the breach sends at you.

swarm

Swarm Ripper

It dies in one hit. There are forty more behind it.

Rushes the closest target on sight, attacking with blade-like forearms.
Dies fast but builds relentless pressure through sheer mass.
Hunched-forward silhouette with clear claws reads instantly in a crowd.

elite

Render

It used to be a soldier. The parasite kept everything but the hesitation.

Charges the nearest fortified position in a dead-straight line — no flanking, no hesitation, no ranged attack.
Armored leading carapace eats your opening volley; breach nodes at the seams glow as a health cue.
At half health it purges its restraint organelles and enrages — speed and ferocity spike, nodes burst, raw tissue runs blood-hot.

elite

Rot-Engine

It plants its feet and melts your defenses from across the field.

Plants at the edge of your tower line and holds; near-impossible to stagger or knock back.
The bile lance corrodes armor and walls from standoff range — artillery, not a charger.
Ignores infantry to keep grinding structures, forcing defenders out of cover into the swarm.

Production assets