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Pixel Starships presenta Cyanide & Happiness Collaboration con nuevos personajes y humor

Autor : Liam Actualizar : May 20,2025

Savysoda ha traído un giro encantador a Pixel Starships con una nueva colaboración peculiar con el amado webcomic, Cyanide & Happiness. Esta colaboración infunde la aventura espacial de 8 bits con los mismos fanáticos de Humor que adoran, presentando nuevos elementos coleccionables y emocionantes modos de juego que seguramente satisfarán su ansia de los adorablemente absurdos.

Pixel Starships x Cyanide y Happiness Collaboration

En el evento "C&H Goes to Space", ocho de los icónicos personajes de figura de palo de Explosm hacen su debut en el MMORPG. Desde Lunk, que cuenta con un HP increíblemente alto a pesar de su naturaleza despistada, hasta Ted Bear con sus habilidades ardientes, y Shark Rad empuñando una explosión criocal mortal, estos personajes están listos para inyectar una fuerte dosis de caos en su viaje intergaláctico.

Nuevos personajes en Pixel Starships

El evento por tiempo limitado también presenta un pase de batalla exclusivo y nuevas narraciones para explorar a través de misiones temáticas. Conoce al nuevo comerciante de especias, Harry el guapo carnicero, que trae las grandes armas en más de un sentido. Para aquellos que buscan recompensas temáticas adicionales, el elemento de las piernas de clavijas del capitán está en juego; su propósito sigue siendo un misterio que tendrá que descubrir jugando.

Harry, el guapo carnicero en Pixel Starships

Con la descripción intrigante de Harry como "más clavijas que las extremidades", decidir si confiar en él con pilotear su barco agrega una capa adicional de aventura al juego.

Si está ansioso por sumergirse en esta diversión de ciencia ficción, ¡asegúrese de consultar el blog oficial de Pixel Starships para obtener más información!

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