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El enchufe digital abre la preinscripción de Machinika: Atlas, la secuela de Machinika: Museo

Autor : Lily Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Embárcate en una nueva aventura de rompecabezas cósmico con Machinika: ¡Atlas de Plug In Digital! La preinscripción ahora está abierta. Esta secuela de Machinika: Museum ofrece una combinación similar de narración cautivadora, rompecabezas desafiantes y tecnología alienígena intrigante.

La historia:

Machinika: Atlas continúa la narrativa de su predecesor. Incluso si no has jugado Machinika: Museum, puedes saltar fácilmente a esta secuela y disfrutar de la experiencia. El juego comienza con tu aterrizaje de choque en la luna de Saturno, Atlas, dentro de los restos de una nave espacial alienígena. Como investigador del museo, su supervivencia depende de descifrar la tecnología avanzada del barco y resolver sus complejos rompecabezas. Cada uno resuelto presenta más de los secretos del vaso y lo acerca a escapar.

Destacados de juego:

Machinika: Atlas ofrece una característica única: soporte de joystick para dispositivos móviles. Ya sea que prefiera usar un controlador o controles táctiles, el juego atiende a su preferencia. El juego es gratuito, con modos iniciales accesibles sin carga. Desbloquee la experiencia completa a través de una compra en la aplicación.

Pre-registrado ahora!

Machinika: Atlas se lanza el 7 de octubre en PC y Mobile. Pre-registrado en la tienda Google Play para recibir una notificación de lanzamiento y comenzar su exploración alienígena de inmediato.

¡Mira nuestras otras noticias de juegos! ¡Prepárate para la brillantez musical de Blue Archive!

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