The atmosphere here is unhealthy, thought the golf ball as he entered the parallel dimension of PUNCHGOLF on Zarium. "I want to go home to the nice green," the ball decided, and took off running. But his journey will not be easy. Help me out!
I'm a creative ball, I'm flying, I'm screaming, I don't want to play golf any more!
Your hero is a golf ball - found himself in a murky pixel expanse, where a million obstacles, and even some kind of boxing glove stuck and still wants to print! We have to get out of here!
In front of you (and the ball) will be a mass of obstacles, which must run and jump carefully, so as not to run into spikes, and not to break on the barriers. Occasionally an aggressive boxing glove will interfere with your life.
The ball can be pleased with a carnival outfit: costumes of a chicken, a dog, a car, or even a ghost.
