Terminal Slaughter

Survival Is the Stage of Slaughter

The clock strikes midnight, and the world shatters into countless fragments. You fall into a city drenched in blood—abandoned streets littered with corpses, shattered billboards pulsing with crimson light, and rainwater mixing with blood to form dark rivers that vanish into the sewers. The air reeks of smoke and rot, thick enough to choke you.

This is the Killing Grounds—a hell of endless loops. In every cycle, the stage and your enemies change: misshapen creatures dragging themselves through ruins, survivors breathing in the shadows, and “teammates” who might raise a weapon against you at any moment. Death offers no escape; it only throws you deeper into the loop. When you wake again, you may not even be sure you’re still human.

The rules are cold, cruel, and ever-changing. Human life is as worthless as grass clippings., trust is devoured, and one truth remains—blood is the only passport. Some crave freedom, others are addicted to slaughter, and many forget their names entirely. They say surviving a thousand cycles will return you to reality… but reality itself may already be dead.

Welcome to Terminal Slaughter. Here, there are no winners—only butchers who live a little longer.