Purple Mars

Point. Pull. Fly.

Aim your hand where you want to be and squeeze. Feather the trigger to drift; bury it to tear across the sky. No plane to wrestle, no inertia to fight, no altitude you're stuck at.

The whole sky is the arena.

Cube-built robots pace, evade, chase and taunt through open 3D space, above you and below. Climb over them, drop beneath them, or hang still and watch the swarm come. The y-axis is yours....