Every tile's number is the sum of adjacent threats. Read the board — don't guess.
Runs push deck by deck, deeper into the wreck. The lower you go, the stranger it grows.
Scavenged weapons and armor, cut from the ship that killed their last owners.
Permanent buffs grafted to your rig. Some of them hum when the Bloom is near.
Alien bosses that rewrite the rules of the grid. Learn theirs before they learn yours.
Permanent unlocks carry between runs. Nothing you pull from the dark is wasted.