WELCOME TO THE TEAM. YOU'RE LATE!
HELLBOUND INC is a rage-inducing platformer where you play as an undead courier trapped in a fulfillment center recently purchased by Satan himself.
You're the newest hire in Hell’s most infernal logistics startup. Your job? Deliver cursed packages across treacherous warehouse zones, dodge deadly traps, solve devilish puzzles, and make sure everything arrives on time. In Hell, missing a delivery deadline is eternal damnation. Again.
YOU’RE UNDEAD, BUT NOT UNEMPLOYED
Navigate rooms filled with spikes, flame jets, demonic machinery, and collapsing platforms. Push crates, flip switches, activate conveyor belts, and time your jumps to get each delivery to its destination. Every area is a tightly designed challenge that tests both your reflexes and your problem-solving skills.
YOU WILL DIE. A LOT.
But that’s okay — you’re already un-dead. Instant respawns keep the pace fast as you retry and learn each delivery route. Every room has a solution... but it may not be the one you expect.
THIS IS YOUR AFTERLIFE NOW
As you dive deeper into the warehouse, you’ll encounter even more elaborate delivery puzzles, new environmental hazards, and increasingly absurd demonic logistics systems.
IN HELLBOUND INC YOU’LL FIND:
8 Circles of Corporate Hell: Navigate 8 distinct departments, from the red tape of HR to the bottomless greed of Accounting.
Precision "Deliver or Die" Gameplay: Tight 2D platforming where your package (and your soul) depends on pixel-perfect jumps.
47 Handcrafted Levels: A brutal progression of 6 orientation tutorials and 41 increasingly hellish puzzle rooms.
Final Delivery Gauntlets: High-stakes sections at the end of every circle that push your skills to the absolute limit.
The Corporate Audit: Hunt for hidden collectibles tucked away in the most dangerous corners of the fulfillment center.
Hellish Workplace Soundtrack: An original score to keep your heart rate up while the clock ticks down.
DELIVER OR BURN
There’s no rest for the dead. Clock in, grab your Package, and make the delivery — because Satan doesn’t do refunds.
