Full game metadata
| Field | Value |
|---|---|
| Steam app type | game |
| Steam App ID | 3851090 |
| Live current players | 0 |
| SteamPulse tracked peak | 0 |
| Live count (today's peak floor) | 0 |
| Price | No longer available on Steam Store |
| Free to play | No current Steam offer |
| Discount | Not available |
| Original price USD | Not available |
| Current price USD | Not available |
| Release date | To be announced |
| Developer | BananaDevJeff |
| Publisher | CRITICAL REFLEX |
| Owners estimated | Not available |
| SteamSpy owner estimate minimum | Not available |
| SteamSpy owner estimate maximum | Not available |
| Review type | Not available |
| Positive review percent | Not available |
| Positive reviews | 0 |
| Negative reviews | 0 |
| Total reviews | 0 |
| Steam recommendations | Not available |
| Achievements | Not available |
| Average playtime forever | Not available |
| Windows support | Yes |
| macOS support | No |
| Linux support | No |
| Parent game | Not available |
| Store URL | Not available on Steam Store |
Short description
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.
About this game
The sun never came back 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. You were meant to keep the building running 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. The streets belong to other things now 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. The church has its own plans 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.
Supported languages
English, Polish, French, German, Spanish - Spain, Japanese, Korean, Portuguese - Brazil, Portuguese - Portugal, Russian, Simplified Chinese, Spanish - Latin America, Traditional Chinese