H.I.M. - Hobo’s Infernal Mayhem
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About This Game
It’s 2077 in Neo-Ostia: rain, neon, rust — an ancient coast turned into a cyber-noir swamp.
You are Him: a hobo with no past, no glory, and no destiny.
Just one thing keeping you upright: Fiocco, your pristine white cat.
Then The Syndicate shows up. They steal Fiocco and leave you in the alley as a public service announcement.
You should die.
Instead, Olls steps out — a tailored-suit demon with an ancient smile, and the warmth of a tax audit.
He offers you power.
The payment? Every soul you reap belongs to him.
Now you’ll tear through escalating waves of armored goons, cyber-brutes, and elite enforcers — harvesting souls, hitting quotas, and choosing from devilish [b]Pact Boons[/b] that turn you into a walking problem… with a very sharp price tag.
Your goal is simple: get Fiocco back.
Near-Future Italy
A cyber-noir coast built on drowned concrete and old stone:
Holograms over ruins
Puddles reflecting neon
Syndicate luxury palaces towering above rusted infrastructure
Neo-Ostia is an infected shoreline where the sound of waves echoes with gunfire.
The Syndicate
New blood in Italy’s underworld — but it cosplays the old mafia like it’s religion:
Armored squads
Trappers
Suppressors
Chargers
Elites designed to box you in
Don Bianco loves cats, cash, and cruelty — in that order, depending on the day.
And when you start winning, he stops sending employees…
Key Features
Single-player wave carnage: the arena fills up, the bullets get stupid, and standing still is a career-ending move.
Pact Boons = your growth: hit wave goals, get 3 contracts, sign 1, and live with the consequences.
Four rarities, zero mercy: from “nice little boost” to “this will absolutely ruin your life (in a good way).”
Guns + melee with attitude: pick 7 ranged and 4 melee weapons — each feels different, each has a signature “bad decision” ability.
Three flavors of magic: burn them (Fire), bleed for it (Shadow), or keep yourself alive out of spite (Matter).
Hybrid spells: mix branches and turn the whole arena into your personal hate letter.
Highlights:
Scorching Ray: point, click, erase a whole line of idiots.
Shadow Summon: pay in blood, rent a demon with anger issues.
Sinful Cross: carry a burning cross and let the arena confess.
