One round to the head kills. Nothing else does — it starts a clock. Five men, no teams, first to ten. Read the briefing or see the controls.

Every rifle here kills with one round to the head. Nothing else kills instantly — it starts a clock. A hit man goes down, keeps moving, and bleeds out over one to five seconds while he tries to bring his weapon back on you. There is no tourniquet. Limbs that come off stay off, for him and for you. A severed arm is an arm you fight the rest of the engagement without. Five men, no teams, first to ten. The other four are as lethal to each other as they are to you, and they walk in from the edge of the compound rather than appearing beside you. The carbine groups at 2 MOA and will not hold a head at distance; the M2010 groups at zero and always will — that is the trade, in a game decided by one round. Respawning is the only thing in this simulation that isn't real.

Idle for thirty seconds and you are returned to the menu. Chat is moderated; a message that trips it is withheld whole.

A finish is paint and polymer, nothing else. Every weapon handles identically whichever one you carry — the compound is hard enough without selling you an advantage. Pick one and it is applied to all four weapons at once.

Turning up pays. Sign in once a day and the streak climbs; miss a day and it goes back to one. Some finishes are only ever earned this way — no amount of coins will buy them.

Every control in the game is listed below and every one of them can be changed — a key or a mouse button, and two controls may share one key. Bindings are stored by physical key, so they stay where your fingers put them on any keyboard layout. Everything here is kept in this browser, signed in or not.