We're Gonna Die

THE EMPEROR IS BORED

You and up to three friends walk into the Colosseum holding whatever was left in the armory. Today that's a fish, a lettuce and a marble bust of the Emperor. Please do not throw the bust at the Emperor.

THE GATE OPENS

Forty thousand Romans vote on what comes through it. It could be a lion. It could be forty chickens. It could be your mothers. There are 41 things behind that gate and a few of them are birds.

THE CROWD HAS REQUESTS

Halfway through a fight the stands will ask for a hug. Or a conga line. Or for somebody to throw a man into the seats. Give them what they want and the Emperor stands up and cheers. Ignore them and you get the other thumb.

DYING IS A PROMOTION

The first of you to die takes the Emperor's seat and judges the rest. Die later and you're a Senator with opinions, or a Shade who throws rocks, greases the sand and climbs inside the ostrich that's chasing your friend.

NOBODY IS BUILT THE SAME

Every gladiator rolls a random body, and the body is the stats. The tall one sees over the wall and falls over in a light breeze. The short, wide one is nearly impossible to shove and can't jump. Pea brains hear the herald as gibberish.

FEATURES

• Online co-op for 1 to 4 players, with bots if your friends are late
  
• Proximity voice chat, so you can hear your friend scream as they get dragged away
  
• 80 weapons, most of them not weapons: fish, eel, cheese wheel, your mother's sandal, a live chicken
  
• 41 things that come through the gate, from geese to a hippo to A Bigger Goose
  
• 31 crowd demands, 10 handicaps (bucket on your head, blindfold, lettuce only) and 6 Emperors with different tastes
  
• Full controller support. Windows and macOS