Two hyper-muscular brothers versus R.U.S.T., a robot bureaucracy strip-mining the galaxy for Boomite. Island battlefields over lava, ridiculously oversized guns, and an extraction timer that turns greed into panic. Android-first adrenaline.

FRAGGED

The Setup

The Robotic Union for Systematic Tyranny — R.U.S.T., and yes, the acronym came first — has been strip-mining the frontier for Boomite, the glowing purple ore that makes oversized weapons possible and oversized explosions mandatory.

Standing between the machines and the galaxy: two brothers. Rex Frag (blonde, mohawk, smirk rated lethal in 12 systems) and Boone Frag (beard like a war crime). Whichever brother you pick, the other one fights beside you. That's the deal. That's the whole family business.

The Loop

Deploy onto island battlefields floating over lava, coolant, or a bottomless dust chasm — connected by rusty bridges, dotted with cover rocks and explosive barrels.
Fight escalating waves of R.U.S.T. units. Every robot you scrap bursts into raw Boomite. Walk over it. It's yours — for now.
Extract. Every fifth wave a beacon drops. Hold it for 60 seconds under relentless assault to bank your ore as gold. Die before you extract and half your unrefined Boomite vaporizes with you.
Spend. Six weapon classes, dual-carry with mid-fight swapping, armor sets that change how your bro looks and plays, consumable Smartillery up to a literal pocket nuke.
Go deeper. Three planets, each with its own battlefield gimmick. Every 15 waves rolls into a new Revolution and R.U.S.T. escalates.

What's In It

The Bro System. Your brother is a real AI companion: he flanks, draws most of the aggro, runs whatever gun you bought him, goes down dramatically, and gets back up angrier.
Guns with opinions. Rifles hose, shotguns shove whole crowds, spread guns fan geometry lessons, lasers melt through conga lines, rockets ragdoll wreckage across the map. Every gun earns Bronze → Silver → Gold mastery the only honest way: kills.
Robots with rules. Boom-Ticks sprint and detonate. Torch units lock up while flaming — flank them. Bulwarks carry tower shields that laugh at frontal fire. Wardens guard every extraction.
Planet gimmicks. Dustline-7 is packed with chain-reacting barrels. Refinery ZK-9 hides a temporal spire that slows every machine on the map. Cinder Maw's ancient allied turrets still shoot anything that clanks.
Built for thumbs. Floating dual virtual sticks, haptic feedback on the heavy guns, 60 FPS target on modern Android.

Who It's For

Anyone who remembers the golden age of "dudes with huge guns" mobile shooters and wants one with modern teeth: real maps instead of arenas, real enemy mechanics instead of stat sponges, and an economy where dying actually costs you something.

Where You Can Play

Live now on mobile web and desktop at fragged.cathoderaygames.com.
Android native wrap in progress — waitlist gets the APK first.
Status: playable build, updated weekly while the polish pass lands.

The galaxy doesn't need saving. It needs scrapping.