Pin Money

Pinsetter speed. Advertising. Atmosphere bonuses. Modifier cards. Prestige multipliers. They all stack into each other, and once you've got five or six layers running on a single roll the numbers on screen are basically nonsense. And the throw itself isn't on autopilot: time the aim meter to find the pocket, or buy the Hook Ball and curve it in. The upgrade tree also hides a stack of wacky balls: Fireball, Cosmic, Multiball, Ghost, Pin Bomb, and more that push the chaos even further.

Six AI lanes wait behind paywalls. Open them and they bowl themselves: $0.40/sec at the start, $12+/sec once you've tiered up the bowlers running them. Around Lane 3 the crossover hits and you shift from clicker to manager. There's staff to hire, a bar licence to apply for, a restaurant to open, eventually a full entertainment complex. Eventually even the dry cleaner next door gets priced out.

Think your strike machine is the best in town? Enter a tournament and find out. A ten-tier knockout bracket pits you against rival bowlers, climbing from the local nobodies to the regional sharks. Pure score, no idle income, just you and the pocket.

Dozens of upgrades across 4 branching paths. Phase Gates open whole columns when you cross progression milestones, so the tree keeps surprising you a few hours in. Hit $1B and trigger the Grand Reopening. Then prestige into a new season, where your Trophies buy permanent perks across three trees, Hustler, Tycoon and Wildcard: starting bankroll, bulk discounts, veteran bowlers, Gerald's blessing. (Gerald is the Tuesday regular. Don't ask.)

Day 1: $1 per pin, two pins a throw, fifty bucks a day if you're sweating. Endgame: $50 a pin, nine pins a throw, $1.4M per second across every lane. Daily modifier cards rewrite the rules each morning. Strikes pay 8×. Every gutter costs $5,000. Today's earnings ×3, tomorrow's ×0.5. The whole thing turns into a wager you keep making against yourself.

The Grand Reopening used to be the end. Now it's the beginning of the back half. Take the empire on the road and open new alleys city by city across the country, each with its own quirks, until your name is the last one left in bowling.