PART SPORT. PART SURVIVAL. ALL MARBLES.
NO GRAVITY!
IN A WORLD where gravity quit and the sky turned orange… the last four pilots on earth strap into a dome, guarded by SPIDERS, judged by CHIHUAHUAS, and settle everything the only way left:
MARBLES. AT. VELOCITY.
A VR pilot and a keyboard gunner share one machine against the rival duo across the wasteland LAN. Quantum gun on the right. Mega vacuum on the left. Trust issues optional.
Every shot you fire belongs to the wasteland. Vacuum them back or go hungry. Shove the mighty SPINNER into the enemy goal — concede three and the chihuahuas howl for YOU.
The dome hangs on webs older than the war. The crowd is small dogs with big opinions. This is canon. We checked.
CALL 1-800-STARFIVR — OPERATORS ARE CHIHUAHUAS, STANDING BY