CHURRASCO WARS — A GAME BY CAIO CARVALHO

LIGHT THE BRASA.
RUN THE FESTA.

Run the grill. Read the fire. Serve it "ao ponto" before the table turns. A churrasco, made to be played.

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THE STORY

i like to create little soldiers.

churrascowars is something i drew seven years ago before i knew, in any depth, what software engineering was... before ... cAi world.

i spent years as a churrasqueiro, working beside very talented ones. i picked up a few habits. mostly useful, but in such a complex world, i could never forget common sense.

i picked their brains to understand why and how these friends could be so annoying, loud, almost rude at times. but when it was cooking time, poof.

joy. love. work.
poof.
machine mode.
life.

as funny as it sounds, there is a real correlation between the mangrove-charcoal wood grill and ai engineering. agents act alone. so does the grill. but that is only the engine, so let's dig deeper and see.

CAIO CARVALHO

PLATE 01 — THE TERRITORY

The first territory of Churrasco Wars, rendered in beige.
BRAZIL, FIRST WORLD the opening territory, feels like home. every node a fire waiting to be lit.

FIELD NOTES — FROM THE GRILL

  1. No. 001
    LEVEL CLEAR
    12,480
    PONTO BONUS+3,200

    THE SCORE

    Clear a level and the board tallies what you earned — points for the cut, a bonus for the ponto, stars for the run. The number is the verdict.

  2. No. 002
    SPECIAL UNLOCKED
    AO PONTO BLUE BLAZE RODÍZIO

    SPECIAL ATTACKS

    Some moves are earned. A built streak unlocks a special — the grill answers back, and the table feels it.

  3. No. 003
    DOUBLE ORDER
    SUPAFIRE

    PINK DOUBLE-MEAT AND SUPAFIRE

    A pink order asks for two cuts served as one. SUPAFIRE answers — the coals roar, the timing tightens, the payoff doubles.

  4. No. 004
    CROWD ARRIVING
    AQUECENDONA BRASAFESTA

    A FESTA

    Serve it all in time and the crowd arrives. A festa is the only score that matters: the table is full, and the fire delivered.

THE GRILL RUNS ITSELF.WE STAY LIT

Pull up a chair.