
Cryohazard
Cryohazard is a spooky turn-based strategy rogue-lite. Pilot an upgradeable train caravan into the depths of the hazardous Soul Storm. Fight off the angels that give chase.
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June 14, 2024
2 years and 49 days ago
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Positive21 reviews90.5%
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6 itemsAbout the Game
Features:
- Strategic survival: A unique, single-axis, turn-based combat system where accelerating and breaking lines up your cars with enemy targets.
- The power of storms : Navigate through storms that apply enemy debuffs such as acid rain, heavy wind, hail, and more.
- A rogue-lite journey: Stronger angels spawn deeper into the soul storm, along with powerful new abilities and enhancements.
- Prepare your caravan: Change the arrangement of your caravan to execute different strategies. Each car has unique abilities and strengths.
- A concise experience: A successful run takes ~30-60 minutes to complete. Unlock the True Ending by discovering the nature of the Soul Storm.
Gameplay:
A turn-based chase across a desolate post-apocalypse. When phantoms descend to destroy your engine, accelerate/break to align your cars and activate your weaponry.Story:

I woke 3 years ago to find myself completely ALONE.
My family was gone, the city empty- everyone vanished without a trace.
And then one night, while struggling to fall asleep, I HEARD them again. A hundred million whispers crying out.
I looked on the horizon and saw a STORM OF SOULS moving towards me, freezing trees and burying everything in its path in snow as black as night.
Over the last few days I CONSTRUCTED a caravan with enough weapons and supplies for me to run for weeks.
But as the storm crept closer with every passing day, I realized the truth.
There is no escaping it. I am helpless against the totality of it.
If there can be any hope, it is to reach the eye itself. To go THROUGH the storm.
I will meet you there.
