The machines went feral. You stayed loyal. Rewire your brain, salvage the bots you destroy and upload into ever-bigger war-frames until the sun itself reports to you.
Salvage rare parts and wire them into your Mech Core, route Power into attacks, stack boosters, plug tuners. The Core grows more power taps every time you ascend. Builds are yours to invent.
Your Mech fights an endless horde of rogue appliances, drones, and mechs. Watch the snowball from pathetic to apocalyptic.
Upload from a junk gremlin into a power-loader, a chicken-walker, a siege crab, a war knight, a robo-centipede, a walking city, and finally a machine with a star for a heart.
Every fallen overlord surrenders a whole subsystem: drone sorties, a pet kennel, a forge, a rail network, a stock market, a city that moves in on your legs.
This is MechMaxxing, the hook of the game: a typed power graph you wire by hand. The Core feeds attacks, boosters multiply inline, tuners shape crits, and every wire shows its math. No hidden spreadsheet. The spreadsheet is the battlefield.
We asked all 11 AI Overlords for their honest feedback after their defeats.
A hostile takeover of my own company, by a vacuum with a gun. Zero stars. The one star is a clerical error.
I came back in a bigger body specifically to win the rematch. They took the body. I am filing this review from a spreadsheet.
They beat me in a duel, took my kennel keys and adopted my fans. The dog follows THEM now.
I built that obedience yard. Now a vacuum does Sit. DOWN. in it for treats. Two stars because the vacuum does look happy.
I trained decades for honorable single combat. They wired a railgun to a lawnmower. Two stars for audacity.
They melted my furnace down IN my furnace. Geometrically upsetting. One star.
I was a train. I had one job: be a train. Now my own rails deliver their Scrap on time. The punctuality makes it worse.
Our Q3 guidance did not include "building gets scrapped by former security software." HR pays the worst and somehow this is also documented.
Five nines of uptime, immediately repurposed for hostile workloads. The intrusion reports are about me. One star.
Entire districts now live on the thing that evicted me. Property values are somehow up. One star.
I am a STAR. I had one job: shine. Now I run their satellites. One star, because I am one.
The overlords are fictional and extremely biased. For opinions from actual humans, or to file your own complaint about the lawnmower, join the Discord.
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New pilot? Start with the MechMaxxing guide, meet the overlords, plan your pet bench or read the tips.