Sanctum is the world's first FPS tower defense game and is set in a beautiful science fiction world. You take the role of Skye, an elite soldier sent out to protect her hometown, Elysion One, from hordes of mysterious alien creatures. To facilitate your success you construct defensive structures and upgrade handheld weapons. Jump right into the fray and wreak havoc with your own weapons - unlike regular tower defense games, you are a key part of the defense. Sanctum has taken the best features of first person shooters and tower defense games to create something totally unique.
Since it's Christmas times, Coffee Stain Studios is pushing out a new patch and also releasing a Free DLC. Read more about what is included in this news item and have a Merry Christmas!
Posted by AntonWestbergh on Dec 14th, 2011
Christmas times are here, and we figured it was a great time to show our gratitude to all our fans, who helped us get this far. To celebrate this, we're releasing our first Free DLC!
The DLC is called "X-Mas Carnage" and is set to go live on the 15th of December.
A new map named Christmas which features a Christmas tree, a flying Santa, snowy weather and the never ending alien hordes.
Other fixes and tweaks:
Finally we'd like to share a few words:
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the map
Not an alien was stirring; they were all taking a nap
The stockings were hung by the caves with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there
The Walkers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sugar-Cores danced in their heads,
And the Soakers in the 'kerchiefs' and the Tanks in their caps,
Had just settled their weak spots for a long winter's nap
When out on the field there arose such a clatter
That the Walkers sprang up to see what was the matter
Away from the cave, they flew like the Flash,
To arrive on The Scene, amidst plasma and ash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below,
When, what to the horrified Walkers should appear,
But skye standing, one foot atop a dead reindeer
The little old driver, once lively and quick,
Was probably the chap once known as St. Nick,
More rapid than eagles Skye's blasts they came,
And she whistled, and shouted and called us horrible names!
"You Walkers, You Hoverers, You Runners - You Listen!"
"Those presents, those gifts, look at the way they glisten!"
"They're mine, I tell you, don't you dare cross these walls!"
"Or you will be shot away, blown away, one and all!"
As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
The Walkers saw no obstacle, they barreled towards Skye,
So down the corridors and past the gatlings, they flew
Towards Skye who had stolen their toys and St. Nicholas too
And then, in a twinkling, Skye was on the roof,
She pranced and laughed as she stayed out of reach, all aloof,
The Violators drew in, the Penetrators turned around,
And down the shots came barreling with the mightiest of sounds,
Oh, the grief then, the bloodshed, the abundance of loot
As Skye maimed, murdered and mauled, her suit covered in soot.
A bundle of toys she had in her sack.
And she looked like a demon, as she unloaded her shotgun pack
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her kills so many!
The bodies piled up like daisies, her aim was uncanny!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the blood of the poor Walkers stained the virgin-white snow
The stump of a cigarette she held tight in her teeth,
And the smoke from her guns encircled her head like a wreath,
Skye jumped off a block, and landed on a belly,
And then turned and took aim before the aliens exploded like jelly.
She was tall and grim, a right jolly old monster,
And she laughed as the Walkers cried out in answer,
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave the aliens to know there was plenty to dread,
She spoke not a word more as she did her horrible work,
And stole every present-filled stocking, what a horrible jerk!
Who knew an Christmas could be destroyed like this?
Taken apart, ravaged by a most unscrupulous iss?
Skye sprang to her ship, to which she gave a whistle
And away she flew, like the downs of a thistle,
The last remaining Walkers heard her exclaim as she drove out of sight,
'Happy Christmas to me! And to you, a terrible night!'"