Plucked

You're a duck. The pond disagrees with that.

Somewhere out there is a peaceful little wetland full of frogs minding their own business. You are not going to let that continue. Plucked is a top-down bullet-hell roguelite where you play a small, round, alarmingly well-armed duck and survive wave after wave of everything that wants you for lunch.

Shoot first, quack later

Pick a loadout and waddle in. You handle the moving; your guns auto-aim the nearest unlucky amphibian. Between waves you spend XP and coins to build a duck that has absolutely no business being this dangerous - more damage, faster fire, thicker feathers, or just spikes, for some reason.

Then comes the fun part: merge your weapons. Two of the same gun fuse into a meaner one, all the way up to Tier 4. Stack a humble pistol into a hand cannon, or hoard shotguns until something breaks. (It will be the frogs.)

What you're getting into

• Nine weapons, all unreasonable - pistols, shotguns, an assault rifle, a sniper, an actual rocket launcher, a ricocheting pebble, plus melee: a knife, a reach-y pole, and a frog-cleaving katana.
• Merge and sell - fuse duplicate guns into higher tiers and ditch the ones you've outgrown.
• Build-crafting that gets out of hand - every level-up offers upgrades, every shop offers items. Go glass cannon, go tank, go full porcupine. Your run, your bad decisions.
• Frogs, crocodiles, piranhas... and worse - the roster escalates as you push deeper, with named bosses lying in wait at waves 10, 20, 30 and 40 that absolutely will not be reasoned with.
• A pond that looks the part - a crisp pixel-art arena of grass, lily-pad ponds, flower patches and rocky outcrops, in three sizes from claustrophobic to sprawling.
• Pick your pressure - tighter arenas pay out more XP; bigger ones hit harder. Choose your poison.