Bounty on Grandpa

Grandpa is retired. The underworld didn't get the memo.

Somebody put a price on the old man's head — and every time he survives, the bounty doubles. Hitmen, bikers, ninjas, riot cops, helicopters and a municipal bulldozer are coming through the picket fence. Grandpa has a pistol, a cold beer, and absolutely no intention of leaving his plastic chair.

Aim, shoot, survive, upgrade. You aim the pistol yourself. Everything else in the garden fights on its own.

• Exponential chaos — waves grow until thousands of assassins flood the yard and the screen turns into a carpet of casings and bad decisions.
  
• Build a backyard fortress — unlock machine-gun garden gnomes, an Uzi-wielding cat, shotgun tripwires, a lawn sprinkler, an electric fence and grenades. Each has its own upgrade branch and a final choice between two evolutions.
  
• Elemental combos — soak them with the sprinkler, then electrify the puddle. Set them on fire, then blow them up. Chain reactions are encouraged.
  
• Run-defining cards — every few waves, pick one of three offers: ricocheting bullets, beer bombs, kitten reinforcements, cursed bargains, and fusions that break the game in the best way.
  
• Beer, but tactical — drink to heal and hit harder. Drink too much and Grandpa's aim starts to wobble. Drink way too much and he takes a nap mid-firefight.
  
• Stand Up — once the rage meter is full, Grandpa rises from his chair, time slows to a crawl, you mark your targets, and he settles every account before sitting back down.
  
• Pigeon storms — sometimes the sky turns grey. It's not rain.
  
• A huge permanent skill tree — spend your bounty money after every run. Previews show exactly what you get: "Hitman: 5 shots → 4".
  
• Bosses with a grudge — a gold-toothed mobster from the old days and a city enforcement chief on a bulldozer who has a problem with your unlicensed chair.
  
• 15 languages, procedural pixel art, an adaptive lounge-jazz soundtrack that turns into a spy thriller when things get loud.

Grandpa doesn't do mornings, small talk or getting up. He does, however, do this.