Rigor Mortis
Ice locks over the enemy deck, cell by cell — and their turn freezes out entirely.
Stack the bones. Multiply your dead.
Shatter theirs.
A Knucklebones duel with honest dice and a cruel streak. Outplace the CPU or a friend across the table — then crack open Chaos mode and let the special die do something unspeakable.
Roll a die from one to six and drop it into a column. It’s pure Knucklebones bones — with teeth. The rules are few; the cruelty is emergent.
Line up the same value in a column and it multiplies — a stack of three fours isn’t twelve points, it’s a threat.
Drop a die and every matching value in the opponent’s facing column shatters and compacts. Every move is an attack.
Switch to the free grid: place anywhere, and combos ignite across rows, columns and diagonals. Destruction leaves a hole.
A bigger board, ten throws each, combos across ten lines — and one die that doesn’t play fair. Each face is a curse you point at your opponent. The gore is slow on purpose. Watching it is the reward.
Ice locks over the enemy deck, cell by cell — and their turn freezes out entirely.
A skeletal arm reaches across the table, takes a die of your choosing, and plays it from the thief’s hand.
Name a value. The scythe sweeps every die of that number from their board in a single arc.
Drop up to two tombstones onto empty cells. Permanent. Immovable. Exactly where they needed to build.
Three throws, three placements, back to back — before they can answer once.
A rot-wave rolls across their dice one by one. Each drops by a pip; the ones dissolve into nothing.
Ten spins of the special die per match — you decide when to spend them. Hold them, and you might lose. Spend them wrong, and you’ll wish you’d held.
You and the CPU roll from the same one-to-six. Difficulty sharpens the opponent’s mind — never the odds. When you lose, you were outplayed.
Loose play, forgiving reads. Learn the columns without being punished for it.
Weighs destruction against position and takes the instinctive kill when it’s there.
Reads the whole board, hoards the special die for the worst possible moment. It wants your bones.
Games, win rate, dice destroyed, best column, longest streak, time on the board — Chaos and free-grid counted apart. Your whole grim ledger, kept on the device.
Free to play. Honest dice. A CPU that means it.