Drift Goblin

Physics is on your side.

At full speed the truck sends whole crowds flying like bowling pins, and the ones in the air flatten the goblins behind them. Handbrake drifts charge your nitro, which you'll need when the horde closes in. As long as you're moving, the crowd parts around you like the Red Sea. Goblins love a parked truck.

Scrapjaw will sell to anyone.

Scrapjaw runs a junk shop stocked with whatever falls off the goblin convoys, and he has hundreds of upgrades. Every one bolts onto the truck where you can see it. Your gun starts with one barrel and sprouts more as you upgrade it. Then come the flamethrower, the rocket pod, the mine layer and a Tesla coil that fries anything that gets close. Or tow a burning, spiked wrecking ball through the crowd. When it really hits the fan, call down an Airstrike, a Laser Cannon or a Nuke.

Goobler stole the wrong cow.

Goobler hitched Betsy's trailer to his buggy and drove off laughing. Joe's a Texas farmer with a short fuse and exactly one cow, and he'll drive through 10 maps of goblins to get her back. Every map has a boss, and every boss is somehow related to Goobler: a cousin with a sledgehammer the size of a car, a bandit who raises stone walls, an uncle ice fishing for pickup trucks. Between maps, chase Goobler's rig down the highway and ram it until it falls to pieces.

He's running for Fort Goblin, where 10,000 of his cousins wait with tanks. He's pretty sure no farmer is crazy enough to follow him in. He's never met Joe.

Once Betsy's home, the goblins keep coming: an endless mode with a score, a daily run with a leaderboard, and a boss rush.

If you agree the first time you start the game, it sends anonymous play data: rounds, upgrades, settings, frame rate, errors and hardware such as the graphics card. The data is tied to a random ID the game makes, never to your name or your Steam account. You can turn it off at any time under Settings, Privacy. It's stored with PostHog in the EU and used only to balance and fix the game.