Burgero

Burgero is a burger-stacking roguelike where the order of the layers is the whole game.

After dark, Old Route 13 belongs to the creatures from campfire stories, and yours is the only kitchen still open. Park the truck, light up the hatch and feed whoever shuffles out of the dark: a swamp thing who loves everything you make, a bridge troll who still charges a toll (in meat), a will-o'-the-wisp who won't touch a vegetable.

Draw ingredients from your pantry and stack them on the bun one by one. When the top bun lands, the burger scores from the bottom up: every layer adds its Flavor and Appetite and reacts to the layers it touches. Cheddar melts onto a hot patty, onion rings want a patty next to them, and jalapeños only get angry once the tower starts to shake.

Order matters. The same ingredients in a different order make a different burger, and a very different score.

Push your luck. Every layer adds Wobble, and the higher you go, the more it shakes. You always see the risk before you serve.

Fall, but not to zero. When a tower comes down, the layers that fall are lost, and everything below the break still scores.

Pick your road
A run is three nights on the road, and it saves after every move, so you can pull over any time. Every night, Old 13 forks, and every stop has a VIP with a rule of their own. The Yeti shivers so hard that every burger starts out wobbling. You see the rule before you pick the road, and the hard ones tip better.

Between customers, Jack the jackalope opens his stand, every gadget "guaranteed till the county line".

Gadgets like the Heat Lamp and the Grill Master boost every burger, left to right, so where you hang them matters too.

Shape your pantry with each stop's local ingredients, from bog fish to graveyard bread, and throw out what you'd rather not draw again.

Recipes to chase, from a sad Bread Thing to a ten-layer Tower.

Fresh off the grill
Inked like a Saturday-morning cartoon: steam curling off the patties, the hatch glowing in the dark, a customer leaning closer as your tower sways. Every score pops in a comic burst, and when it all comes down: KA-BLAM. The sound is the kitchen itself: the spatula, the sizzle, the order bell.