Grindset T.V.

Grindset T.V. is an open world speedrunning first person platformer for the freaks. Religious zealotry and capitalist exploitation have merged. God is dead, and heaven’s gone corporate. You’re a gig worker hivemind delivering packages for Heaven in an opaque, hostile world. The game is designed for two types of players. Hardcore speedrunners can compete via online leaderboards, ghosts, etc., while casual explorers can lose themselves in the surreal, highly interconnected world, full of NPC quests and secrets.

GAMEPLAY FEATURES

• Deep movement, high skill ceiling: chain grinding, wallrunning, slamming, dashing, and more into fluid routes that reward mastery.

• Dual playstyle: designed for both speedrunners and explorers — chase global leaderboard times or lose yourself in NPC quests, secrets, and surreal vignettes.

• Surreal, densely interconnected open world: explore a dense, labyrinthine world, with locations ranging from ports and apartment blocks to arcane underworlds and carnivalesque zepppelins

• Movement puzzles: delivery missions are non-linear, hyper-fast “movement puzzles” designed for creative routing, shortcut-hunting, and replay.

• Online leaderboards: compare times, learn from top players, and refine your strategies.

THE WORLD

Our genius was so grand, our intentions so noble, that when The Second Flood came it was a great surprise. A mirrored tower, a brand new Babel, and six-thousand years and seventy five days of collective genius had brought us to a neon-green paradise.

The Flood was meant to wipe the slate clean, a fresh start, but That Higher Power picked a fight It couldn’t win. What could It do? Nothing. Not a thing against eight-point-six-billion desperate businessmen white knuckling automatic weapons. Finger on the trigger, backed into a wet corner.

So now, It’s dead, and the world goes on.

WELCOME TO PORT ST. LOVE

The cities of man are built on modern ruins. Peaking above a sea of the world’s most powerful drain cleaner are the last bits of civilization. Mankind floats on green water, and every other shaky breath draws in a mouthful of some chemical cocktail.

And there’s no one hiring in heaven. There’s been some re-org, new management, and a series of layoffs numbering in the trillions. Imagine a production line manned entirely by two million meat-based entities that exist sharing one soul. That’s you. How economic! The world is saved.

So what else is there to do now, but to each, individually, make one billion dollars? I don’t know. Why do angels pay rent?