MARTIAN MINERS UNION / FREE TO PLAY
Build a home in a world that doesn’t need you.
Give it a reason to remember you.
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The jar is loaded before the first pilot lands.
For the first four seasons the Union pays 5,000,000,000 CHAD a season to the pilots who built the most and raced the hardest. After that, 1,000,000,000 CHAD every season. A season runs thirty days and pays out by itself.
Half of every CHAD spent goes into the jar and is paid back to the pilots, season after season. Half keeps the frontier built and running. What a season does not pay stays in the jar for the next one.
A season pays its prize, or all of the jar while the jar holds less. CHAD is a token: dollar values are at today’s market price and move with it. Not financial advice.
Twenty-two machines, five finishes each, and no reprints. The rarer the finish, the harder the machine works in your colony.
FOUNDERS’ BLEND IS OPEN NOW
Some days you build. Some days you race. When darkness falls, you’ll be glad you left a light on. Every picture below is the game itself.
Found an outpost on ground nobody owns. Solar arrays, water, greenhouses, mines and a reactor work in the bays of your own bunker, under the dust, and what they make is yours to use, to sell and to win the season with.
Four and a half kilometres round the whole map, turbo canisters and items on the line. Podiums pay shares, every race, and the Union’s own drivers never stop running heats.
A garage of machines built for sand: rovers that haul, buggies that fly off a crest, the eight Outland machines, and motorcycles with their own course.
Strap on the VECTRA and cross a canyon in one burn, or walk out to ARES GATE, the airport, and take a craft off its runway.
Food, water and air are yours to keep full. The planet was not empty: what lives in the dens hunts when the light goes, and the big ones answer to no one.
Every outpost has a lift. Ride it down to your own decks, dig new wings, sleep in your own bed and wake with your suit full.
The Union’s hall: a hot meal at the canteen, a recovery bay, pool tables, a football pitch, a table club for chess, dominoes and backgammon, and an arcade of more than two hundred games.
Exploring, mining, building, racing, quests and the hunt all pay shares. Shares buy what your colony needs, and season shares are your slice of the jar: 5,000,000,000 CHAD a season for the first four seasons.
“We didn’t come this far
to live nowhere.”
The first shelters were built for survival. The places between them became something more. A meal after a long shift. A spare part passed between strangers. A lamp left burning for a rover still out in the dust.
That is the promise of the Martian Miners Union. Not a perfect world handed to you. A hard world made worth living in, by the people who refuse to leave it empty.
Nine lights left Earth’s sky in a single season. The crossing was long, and one by one the others went quiet behind the sun. The ninth kept its lamps burning the whole way out, and it has never turned them off.
It still hangs over the frontier. Every pilot who lands here learns to find it in the night sky, and every child of the Union is taught the same thing first: the light means someone is still up there, keeping watch.
The Rim Circuit was a road before it was a race. Crews hauled water round the edge of the settled ground, and the first one home got the cold cup and the good bunk. Somebody painted a line. Somebody else brought a stopwatch.
The fences came later, and the grandstands, and the turbo. The rule never changed: the Union pays the ones who come home first, and remembers the ones who come home at all.
The surveys said dust and stone. The first night shift said otherwise. They come out of the dens when the light goes, and they are patient, and the big ones have names the old crews will not say after sundown.
So a headlamp is not a courtesy out here, and a lit outpost is not decoration. It is how you tell the dark that this ground is taken.
The founders argued about everything but this. Whatever is spent on the frontier, half goes into one jar where every pilot can see it, and when the season turns the jar is opened and shared among the ones who built and the ones who raced.
Nobody was promised a fortune. They were promised a count they could check, and a share when it was read out. That count rides in the top bar of every pilot’s visor to this day.
The game runs in your browser, on a computer or a phone. Nothing to install.
That is your pilot. Your outpost, your machines and your shares stay with it.
Pick your ground, switch on the power, and the frontier will show you the rest.
A shared Mars survival game that runs in your browser. Found an outpost, keep its life-support running, mine, build, drive, race and fly alongside other pilots, in seasons that pay CHAD to the ones who did the most.
No. The game is free to enter, and a working colony earns season shares without spending anything. Vehicles, gear, extra land and the Outpost Collection’s card packs are sold for CHAD through MENTA for those who want them.
Thirty days. Everything you produce and every podium you take earns season shares. When the season ends, its prize is split by shares and paid to each pilot’s MENTA balance by itself, and the next season opens.
CHAD is the Union’s token. MENTA is the wallet and tip bot that holds it: you sign in with Discord, deposit or receive CHAD there, and pay the game from that balance. The season jar is held in MENTA too.
The colony’s twenty-two machines as cards on the WAX chain, five finishes each, 18,415 cards and no reprints. Five cards a pack. The rarer the finish, the harder its machine works in your colony.
No, and it is not meant to be. The frontier is still being built: expect rough edges, and something new most weeks.
The stills under “Life on the frontier” and the videos are recorded in the game. The paintings at the top of the page and in the Union archive are concept art.
THERE’S ROOM FOR YOUR STORY HERE.
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