Grobnopolis is a slow, oppressive atmospheric horror experience where curiosity is both compass and curse. The sun is gone. The mines are bleeding. Walk the dying city of Huta-Grobno, tune into forbidden broadcasts and survive the last days of a world rotting under the clouds.

<p class="bb_paragraph" ><span class="bb_img_ctn"><video class="bb_img" autoplay muted loop playsinline poster="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/19f3216978889a1180c488d8bb361f03.poster.avif?t=1777052956" width=800 height=332 ><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/19f3216978889a1180c488d8bb361f03.webm?t=1777052956" type="video/webm; codecs=vp9"><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/19f3216978889a1180c488d8bb361f03.mp4?t=1777052956" type="video/mp4"></video></span></p><h2 class="bb_tag" >The sun never came back</h2><p class="bb_paragraph" >Huta-Grobno, 1983. For months the sky has remained welded shut, a lid of unbroken clouds pressing down upon the city like a suffocating grey grip. No hope, only the slow, deliberate weight of something vast holding its breath.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" ><span class="bb_img_ctn"><video class="bb_img" autoplay muted loop playsinline poster="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/b6a6428b70a22180b8b4bcc49294f0ad.poster.avif?t=1777052956" width=800 height=332 ><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/b6a6428b70a22180b8b4bcc49294f0ad.webm?t=1777052956" type="video/webm; codecs=vp9"><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/b6a6428b70a22180b8b4bcc49294f0ad.mp4?t=1777052956" type="video/mp4"></video></span></p><h2 class="bb_tag" >You were meant to keep the building running</h2><p class="bb_paragraph" >You play as an apartment block caretaker, an electrical engineer finding a fragile comfort in keeping things running smoothly while the city curdles into panic. You piece together what happened through newspapers, uneasy conversations, and a homemade radio tuned to a private frequency of the Church.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" ><span class="bb_img_ctn"><video class="bb_img" autoplay muted loop playsinline poster="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/68541cda27d09e41c9f7ce8c77703718.poster.avif?t=1777052956" width=800 height=332 ><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/68541cda27d09e41c9f7ce8c77703718.webm?t=1777052956" type="video/webm; codecs=vp9"><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/68541cda27d09e41c9f7ce8c77703718.mp4?t=1777052956" type="video/mp4"></video></span></p><h2 class="bb_tag" >The streets belong to other things now</h2><p class="bb_paragraph" >From the black veins of the old mines rises a thick, blood-red ichor the locals whisper of as “Soup.” It climbs through foundations, stains stairwells and pools in places that should not hold liquid. Some things should never be unearthed. Some things were meant to remain buried.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" ><span class="bb_img_ctn"><video class="bb_img" autoplay muted loop playsinline poster="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/b5e6056d0552ad77e1706c45a29675af.poster.avif?t=1777052956" width=800 height=332 ><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/b5e6056d0552ad77e1706c45a29675af.webm?t=1777052956" type="video/webm; codecs=vp9"><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3851090/extras/b5e6056d0552ad77e1706c45a29675af.mp4?t=1777052956" type="video/mp4"></video></span></p><h2 class="bb_tag" >The church has its own plans</h2><p class="bb_paragraph" >As the city slackens into decay, the local ecclesiastical order tightens its unseen grip. They catalogue anomalies with clinical devotion. They perform nocturnal raids without explanation. They do as they please in Huta-Grobno.</p>

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