A sandbox MMO in pixel art
The colony ship Long Mercy fell centuries ago. Its survivors still dig, haul, craft and fight over what it left behind, and everything worth owning is made by players.
Free for Windows 10 and 11. Download the launcher, create your account in it, and play.
Nobody alive remembers this world's name. They call it the Ground. The Long Mercy came down here and never flew again, and it is still the largest thing anyone has ever seen: its decks became streets, its engine halls became chapels, and the names on its passenger list became the Manifest, who rule it still.
Everyone else was born outside. Ground-born. Wanderers. The ones who dig, and haul, and fight. And the Ground is taking the ship back: the lumen eats metal, and every year the blooms creep deeper into the hull.
Carry a light. Make what you need.
Nobody alive remembers this world's name. We call it... the Ground.
Centuries ago, the colony ship Long Mercy came down here. It never flew again.
It lies where it fell, half buried in the rock. Still the largest thing anyone has ever seen.
Its decks became streets. Its engine halls became chapels. The names on its passenger list became the Manifest... and they rule it still.
Everyone else was born outside. Ground-born. Wanderers. The ones who dig, and haul, and fight.
And the Ground is taking the ship back. The lumen eats metal. Every year, the blooms creep deeper into the hull.
Past the walls lie the Frontier, and the Wastes. The best of everything is out there. So is everything that wants you dead.
Nobody is coming to save anyone. Carry a light. Make what you need.
No shops full of swords. Every blade, coat, rod and crawler in the world was gathered, refined and made by someone, and it wears out, breaks or is lost. That is what keeps the economy alive.
Mine, salvage and harvest from fifteen kinds of node, fish the Ground's black waters and trap its beasts. The richest seams lie furthest out, where the worst things live.
Refine ore into steel, then forge, sew, brew and tinker it into gear that carries your name. Quality, mastery, research notes and signature techniques set the best makers apart.
Every town keeps its own order book and nothing teleports. Haul goods by foot, pack beast or crawler, or seal them in courier crates and pay someone braver to carry them.
Theory trains while you are away and sets how far you can go; Practice comes from doing the thing. Nobody can master everything, so people need each other.
Blades, mauls, pistols, rifles, fists, resonators, projectors, robots or an injector for your friends. Hunt elites with a group, delve the deep hull, or climb the arena's ladder.
Raise holdings in the Frontier, hold relic digs, feud and ally, sit on the Spine Council and race to relight the Long Mercy itself.
Live from the game server: who is on, where the story stands, and what is stirring out there.
Seven zones and growing, joined into one world you can walk across. The Lumen Tide creeps, world bosses wake, clans hold relic digs and the Spine's council sets the law. These are real captures from the game.
The Long Mercy and the towns around it. No fighting other players; a fall only wears your gear. Common materials.
Walled outposts and flagged fights. Fall and a third of your pack stays where you fell. Uncommon materials.
Open fighting and full loot. Everything you carry drops. The rarest materials, the oldest wrecks, the worst things.
One small program creates your account, downloads the game (about 3 GB) and keeps it up to date. Anyone 16 or older can join: choose a name and a password, confirm your email address with the code we send, and you are on the Ground.
Download for WindowsThe launcher is not code-signed yet, so Windows SmartScreen does not know it. Choose More info, then Run anyway. It installs only into the folder you choose.
