Category · Classic and modern
Short runs, high scores, one more try.
11 games
Four buttons, ten machines, a hundred and fifty courses.
Ironvale runs a scrapyard the size of a town, and once a year it runs the Scrap Run. Drive, boost, jump, tuck and flip: a hundred and fifty courses across eight areas from the scrap heaps to the crane bridges over the void, ten machines built out of what the yard had lying about, stunt courses that ask for a backflip, and every course driven by machine before it shipped.
Find the edge. Ride the air.
Eleven original hills, from K60 to giants of 300 and 500 metres. Shape every jump with your timing, posture and landing. Chase personal records or compete against fixed daily conditions.
Run the roofs. Throw the line. Never stop.
A courier crosses Aurora Stack on foot and on a grappling line: sprint the roofs, jump the gaps legs can clear, and throw the line at a crane, a gantry or a sign when they cannot. Swings keep the speed you built, the reel turns a hang into a climb, and letting go on the way up is the whole skill. Eighteen stages across six districts, every one of them finished by machine before it shipped.
The network is down. Run the cartridge across the city.
Nova City, 1994. A courier carries the one copy of what NOVACOM did not want printed, and the only way it reaches the press is on foot. Eight districts, from a live metro of moving trains to the night market, forked routes you choose by running into them, and a city that is different every night unless you take the daily.
Take the Sun Key, then outrun the ruins across the sky.
Dr Elias Vale takes the Sun Key out of the mechanism it was part of, and the route out is an ancient civilisation built across the peaks above the cloud sea: terraces with their edges gone, a bridge over nothing, an aqueduct still pouring into the clouds, a gate between two mountains. Four inputs, eleven regions, and a route generated as you run it and proved runnable before it ships. The edges are real. Miss a jump and you fall, and you get three chances to go back to the last safe stretch. There is a new route every day and everybody gets the same one.
The floor is lying to you.
A hundred and two rooms inside a simulation that was never meant to run. Every trap is fair the second time, every restart is instant, and the voice guiding you has been down here since 1995.
Tiny cars. One whole apartment.
Race a pocket sized car through a real apartment, where a sofa is a building and a chair leg is a chicane. Nine rooms, no barriers, one continuous flat to learn by heart.
Ride the mountain. Outrun the snow.
Carve down a winding mountain through meadows, forest, rocks and a village, clear the slalom gates and throw spins and flips off the kickers while an avalanche closes in from behind. A crash costs precious metres; get caught and the run is over.
Answer the broadcast. Win the night.
An original one on one arcade fighter. At 3:33 every night a pirate broadcast names two fighters and a place in Meridian City. Eight fighters, four arenas, special moves, combos, a SIGNAL gauge for EX moves and BREAKERs, and the BLACKOUT, a finish that cuts the picture to static. An arcade ladder, versus the computer, local versus, an online duel by link and a full training room, on a keyboard, a pad or a touch screen.
Fold it. Throw it. Ride the air.
A paper airplane game you play online, in the browser. Aim, charge the throw and let go, then guide the plane with small corrections while real lift, drag and stalls do the rest. Ride warm air off the radiators, slip through a fan's stream, thread the hoops, collect stamps and land softly for the best score. Six folds that fly differently, endless distance, challenges and a daily flight.
Race the field, fly the doubles, land the flip.
A motocross racing game you play online, in the browser. Ride a 250 four stroke against four rivals on six tracks in a desert canyon, a supercross arena and a mountain ridge. There is no jump button: speed, the shape of the lip and your weight send you into the air, where leaning spins the bike for backflips and frontflips. Land it right and keep your speed, case it and you go down. Race, time trial against your own ghost, and freestyle.
