An Oregon Trail run through the apocalypse. Pick your manager, pick his ride, and drive your real QB, RB1, WR1 and TE twelve hundred miles to The Bunker. The rest of the league is out there, your real matchup is waiting on the last stretch of highway, the Chairman is waiting at the door, and Skynet is out there too. The dead stay dead.
Your crew is your roster.Durability sets their health, explosiveness wins drag races, usage eats supplies. Injury tags carry over: a Q starter begins banged up.
The league is on the road.Every manager drives his own ride, and his threat is his page in the power rankings. Race him, trade, raid, ride together, take his signature move, or hide. Jack and Ryan will rob you.
Twelve legs, twelve ways to die.Rockfall, lightning, swamp fog, black ice, cave-ins, live wires, fallout, plus T-1000 pursuits, EMP storms and checkpoints. Gas and supplies run short on purpose. S is earned.
The Chairman guards the door.The final boss: three rounds against the man who writes the rankings. Take two of his three armor plates and the door is yours. Driving as Ross? Cassidy is waiting for you instead.
Permadeath.A rider is never killed from full health. They go critical first, and you get one window to patch them up or trade them away.
Plays in portrait or landscape on a phone. Sound is off until you turn it on with the ♪ button. Trades are cosmetic: nobody's real roster changes.