60 Parsecs!

In 60 Parsecs!, panic is the launchpad. The nukes are inbound, the space station’s seconds from becoming confetti, and you’ve got a single frantic minute to decide what’s worth saving, a fellow crewmate, a can of soup, or that sock puppet you swear you’ll need later. Once the airlock slams shut, your ill-gotten haul is all that stands between you and an especially stupid death in the Post-Apocalyptic Space Age.

Robot Gentlemen’s follow-up to 60 Seconds! swaps a 1950s fallout shelter for the gleaming chrome and Cold War paranoia of mid-century sci-fi, think The Jetsons meets Dr. Strangelove with a dash of The Hitchhiker’s Guide. Your job: lead a squad of wildly underqualified astronauts (each with their own dubious “skills”) across the cosmic void in search of a new home.

It’s a text-driven, choice-heavy survival game where every day brings a fresh disaster, food shortages, alien invaders, or crewmates teetering on the edge of madness. You’ll ration soup, craft dubious tools out of space junk, and decide whether that strange transmission is a distress call or a trap. The more people you save at the start, the more mouths you’ll need to feed, and that math rarely works in your favor.

The humor is sharp, the disasters absurd, and the deaths… well, plentiful. One wrong decision can doom the whole mission, but even failure feels like part of the fun. In 60 Parsecs!, survival is optional, comedy is guaranteed.