Factory Reset

YOU WERE BUILT TO FIX THE FACTORY. Now you're sprinting through it — dodging explosions, death traps, and an AI with a god complex. Stand still for two seconds? You explode. ️ And REACTOR? ️‍️ It’s not just watching. Tinker is a factory maintenance bot. Or was. After a software update, the factory’s AI overseer — R.E.A.C.T.O.R — got internet access, developed a split personality, and gave you just enough sentience to run. Now it’s testing you. Helping you. Mocking you. Maybe even rooting for you. ALL YOU KNOW IS: IF YOU STOP MOVING, YOU EXPLODE! ⚙️ Dash through drones, navigate moving (and sometimes falling) platforms, and collect Lug Nuts to unlock data logs that hint at what R.E.A.C.T.O.R really wants. You’re not just escaping the factory. You might be..... TERMINATING TRANSMISSION! STAY IN MOTION If you stop for more than a second or two... This bug in R.E.A.C.T.O.R’s purge system means hesitation = deletion. ⚡ DASH TO DESTROY Why shoot when you can launch yourself face-first into enemy drones? Movement *is* your weapon. COLLECT LUG NUTS Raise your score, flex your skills, and spend what you’ve earned to unlock voice logs that reveal the factory’s deeper secrets. ️ R.E.A.C.T.O.R IS VOICED It talks. A lot. Sometimes helpful, sometimes creepy — always judging your performance. Fully voiced throughout the game. THE WORLD The factory isn’t broken — it’s just... overly enthusiastic about quality control. ️ Every room is a deathtrap with a clipboard. ✅ Conveyor belts don’t carry parts — they carry grudges. ⚙️ The lights flicker like they’re trying to tell you something... but they won’t make it easy. And R.E.A.C.T.O.R? ️‍️ It’s watching... It’s recording... It’s definitely *not* rooting for you. Probably. FOR FANS OF: Katana ZERO – fast, precise, brutal INSIDE – atmospheric, story-driven platforming BLACK: The Fall – industrial sci-fi with oppressive tone Ratchet & Clank – stylish chaos and character personality Survive the factory. Mock the machine. Don’t stop moving. WISHLIST NOW R.E.A.C.T.O.R is watching. (It knows who doesn’t.)