Control
Navigate using WASD, fire weapons with left mouse clicks, cycle armaments by scrolling the mouse wheel, reload by pressing R, pause gameplay with P, and leap using the spacebar.
description
The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and danger as you slip through the shadow-dappled woods, rifle clenched in white-knuckled hands. Your boots crush brittle leaves underfoot—every sound a potential betrayal. They’re out here. You know it. Goats. Not the docile meadow-grazers of fairy tales, but cunning beasts with eyes like smoldering coals, hides matted with forest filth, horns curved into jagged hooks. They blend into the undergrowth, silent as ghosts, but you’ve learned their tricks. You track the faint scrape of hoof on stone, the muted rustle of thorny brush. A flicker of movement between skeletal birches—there. Your pulse hammers as you crouch, scope pressed to your eye. Steady your breath. The crosshair finds its mark: a shaggy silhouette pawing at the dirt. Your finger tenses on the trigger. No room for hesitation. They vanish like smoke if you blink. Hunt them through ravines choked with fog, scale cliffs where their cloven prints scar the rock, stalk them into caves reeking of wet fur and rot. Every shot counts. Every kill etches your name deeper into the forest’s cursed ledger. Miss, and the trees will whisper your failure until the crows pick your bones clean. But succeed? The herd thins. The woods grow still. And when the last goat falls, its dying rasp echoing through the pines, you’ll stand ankle-deep in bloodied leaves, your rifle smoking, the hunter who finally silenced the bleating dark. No quarter. No mercy. The forest demands it. Now move. They’re watching.
