The Sun: Origin

In The Sun: Origin, the sun doesn’t rise, it glares. This scorched-earth shooter RPG drops you into a world where stepping outside without a gas mask is a death sentence and every bullet is worth more than your life. It’s bleak, it’s punishing, and yes, it’s kind of awesome.

This isn’t your buddy’s cozy crafting sim with a nuclear skin. This is a radioactive wilderness packed with mutants, desperate raiders, and just enough oxygen to make you feel like dying slowly might be the better option. You’re not here to build a better world, you’re here to scrape by in the one that’s already dead.

Much like a jankier cousin of S.T.A.L.K.E.R. (and I mean that lovingly), The Sun: Origin brings the survival-RPG vibes hard. You’ll scavenge for rations and ammo, stitch together armor from junk, and pray your next firefight doesn’t end with you reloading your last save because you forgot to pack meds. The simple controls and stark aesthetic feel straight out of a mid-2000s LAN party fever dream.

There’s a rewarding griminess to it all: building your class, leveling up, slowly turning from gasping weakling to irradiated badass. It’s hard. It’s clunky. But that suffering is half the fun.

If you’ve ever wanted to roleplay as the last cockroach in a world that went full nuclear, The Sun: Origin is here for you, with a knife, a rusted pistol, and zero sympathy.