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DieselDome is an ultra-violent Roguelite FPS that fuses movement shooter combat with Survivors-like mechanics. Enter a brutal tournament, shred endless hordes, gamble your gold, bet your blood, and break the game with absurd power for the entertainment of a ruthless Roman-punk crowd.
Enter the DOME, a fast paced, retro roguelike FPS with movement shooter mechanics. The DOME is ready for your BLOOD - Prepare to rip and tear your way through the arena. You're not here to survive. You're here to become a LEGEND.
Strap into **DIESELDOME **- a Roman-punk hellhole where the only law is fuel, and the only exit is glory. Every run, you forge yourself into something the Empire has never seen before. Something worse.
Will you go full gas-powered **berserker **- raining down homing explosives like a one-man apocalypse? Or become the cold, calculating V8-powered crossbow sniper who wall-runs through the carnage and slides between corpses like death itself on a lunch break?
In the DIESELDOME, 50,000 screaming animals in the crowd hold your fate in their grease-stained hands. Give them a . Master the , paint the arena red, and watch your popularity rise with every roaring ovation.
And if you become the ultimate gladiator? They say Caesar himself is waiting for you. He's been waiting a long time.
Tournament Mode throws you into a procedurally** generated meat grinder** disguised as a gladiator tournament. Every fight comes stitched together from fresh insanity: new objectives, new modifiers, risky bets, new side events, new ways to die screaming.
One fight might turn you into a wall-running execution machine carving through hordes at terminal velocity.
The next might lock you in a steel coffin with flaming psychopaths and call it “sport.”
Complete side objectives for **Caesar Chests **packed with relics, gamble your earnings for Oil and rewards powerful enough to get outlawed by three separate empires. Trade perks. Break builds. Become a gas powered problem nobody knows how to solve anymore.
After completing a bracket you can cash out and crawl back to the Ludus with your pockets full of Oil and *most *of your organs still attached.
Or keep going.
Push deeper into the tournament where the crowds scream louder, the challengers get meaner, and every arena starts feeling less like a competition and more like a public execution with sponsorships.
The Empire doesn't remember the cautious.
It remembers the maniacs who kept going.
Your body is not flesh. Your body is a V8 engine WRAPPED in flesh. Wall-run. Slide. Grapple. Glide. Move like the arena's trying to kill you - because it is.
The Dome's machinery never sleeps. Platforms shift. Arenas reconfigure. The challenge evolves. Only the worthy find a way through.
Master the movement, and you won't just survive the Dome. You'll own it.
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