Bounty on Grandpa

Grandpa is retired. The underworld didn't get the memo. Somebody put a price on the old man's head — and every time he survives, the bounty doubles. Hitmen, bikers, ninjas, riot cops, helicopters and a municipal bulldozer are coming through the picket fence. Grandpa has a pistol, a cold beer, and absolutely no intention of leaving his plastic chair. Aim, shoot, survive, upgrade. You aim the pistol yourself. Everything else in the garden fights on its own.

Exponential chaos — waves grow until hundreds of assassins (and a few hundred pigeons) flood the yard and the screen turns into a carpet of casings and bad decisions. Build a backyard fortress — unlock machine-gun garden gnomes, an Uzi-wielding cat, shotgun tripwires, a lawn sprinkler, an electric fence and grenades. Each has its own upgrade branch and a final choice between two evolutions. Elemental combos — soak them with the sprinkler, then electrify the puddle.

Set them on fire, then blow them up. Chain reactions are encouraged. Run-defining cards — every few waves, pick one of three offers: ricocheting bullets, beer bombs, kitten reinforcements, cursed bargains, and fusions that break the game in the best way. Beer, but tactical — drink to heal and hit harder. Drink too much and Grandpa's aim starts to wobble. Drink way too much and he takes a nap mid-firefight.…