The incessant process of collecting a monstrous mosaic from fragments of many realities is the mechanics of the existence of the Hive. The world, where out of a thousand newcomers who got into it, only a few are lucky to become immune. Potential food for those who are unlucky. And if upon delivery you get a trump card, then this does not mean at all that you will win the game. It means absolutely nothing. The Hive has its own deck. And its crazy rules. In addition, changing at every step. To play them is to become as mad as this world...