DYSMANTLE

When the end came, you hid underground. Now, years later, you crawl out of your vault into a world gone feral, and it’s begging to be torn apart.

In DYSMANTLE, survival doesn’t mean babysitting a hunger meter or watching your favorite shovel crumble after three hits. It means smashing microwaves for metal, turning monsters into steak, and crafting your way toward the ultimate goal: escape. Oh, and maybe opening a post-apocalyptic petting zoo along the way.

Armed with nothing but grit and a blunt object, you’ll explore a sprawling handcrafted island full of secrets, monsters, and delightfully destructible clutter. Nearly every object in the world can be broken down with the right tool, and each swing of your crowbar sings with crunchy, cathartic feedback. Abandoned gas stations? Demolish ’em. Grandma’s couch? Materials. That suspicious statue? Puzzle time.

Combat is snappy and brutal, never too complex, but demanding just enough timing and reflex to keep your health bar honest. And while the story takes a backseat to exploration, the world itself tells a tale: haunting ruins, corrupted creatures, and mysterious ancient tech buried deep in tombs below the surface.

It’s not all doom and gloom, though. Cook meals to boost your stats permanently. Tame animals. Build comfy outposts. Then fish for mutant carp while a storm brews in the distance.

DYSMANTLE isn’t about barely surviving. It’s about slowly thriving, one shattered coffee table at a time.