The game
A billiards battle royale where the balls play themselves.
Nobody rolls you. A cue is a thing that happens to you during the day — at closing it goes back in the rack, and for six hours the line is yours to pick. Eight of you under one lamp, no turns, everybody moving at once.
Nothing speeds up. No storm, no timer, no shrinking anything — the felt plays exactly the same at second ninety as it did at second ten. The only thing that changes is how many of you are left on it.
- FlickHold to charge, let go to fling yourself. The longer the crouch, the harder you land — and the further you carry on afterward.
- SpaceOne key, two moves. On the felt it pops you off it; up there it drops you like a hammer, and the shockwave shoves everyone near you at the nearest hole.
- StrafeIn the air only. Drag the mouse — or lean the stick — and the whole hop curves that way. Pull harder, turn harder. It is the difference between landing your slam on somebody and landing it where they used to be.
- RackedDown a mouth and you are out — back in the triangle, in the dark, waiting for a game you are not in. The eyes tell you the exact millisecond you knew.
