The canyon
Blue ice, hanging icicles, blowing snow that eats your sightline at 60 metres. Cover is real and so is the drop.
Terrain
A sniper's walk through a frozen canyon, and something large in floral shorts is already holding the high ground. Nothing dies out here. That's the whole problem.
Somewhere under the ice shelf, a herd got organized. They took the canyon, they took the armory, and — for reasons the report does not explain — they took the resort gift shop.
You've been issued a bolt-action and a strict non-lethal mandate. Line up the shot, hold your breath through the cold, and put them to sleep one at a time.
Miss, and they will absolutely shoot back.
Blue ice, hanging icicles, blowing snow that eats your sightline at 60 metres. Cover is real and so is the drop.
Terrain
Fast, heavy, and disciplined. They flank while you cycle the bolt, and they do not panic when you miss.
Opposition
Five sedative rounds a magazine. Every one that lands wrong is a round you don't have when the next one closes.
Rules of engagement
Observed holding the north ridge for nine hours without moving. Feeds at dusk. Reloads faster than you do.
Playable in the browser. No install, no account, no ammunition to spare.