The trail west never ended. It just left the atmosphere.
A convoy-survival sim on the Martian frontier. Ration oxygen, barter at waystations, and keep your caravan alive across 62 million kilometers of dead terrain — one bad call and the manifest gets shorter.
Earth's convoys don't come back for you. Command a caravan of pressurized wagons across a procedurally generated route between domes, trading supplies, patching hulls, and choosing who eats when the rations run short.
Radiation storms replace snowdrifts. Regolith blindness replaces broken axles. Every waystation is a gamble — restock honestly, or raid it and burn the goodwill you'll need three sectors later.
Direct feed — early development build, subject to change.
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