She's a real dog. She's hungry.
The whole čaršija is in trouble.

Meet Cookie — a real apricot maltipoo with one rule: every scrap of Balkan food on the street belongs to her. Cookiesaner is a bullet-heaven where Cookie auto-fires grilled ćevapi into an endless horde, and every bite she steals makes her bigger. The bigger she gets, the harder she hits, the slower she moves — and the closer she gets to the thing everyone came to see.

Your stomach is the engine. Snatch baklava, burek, bosanska kahva and hurmašice off the ground and Cookie chonks up through five belly stages, each one changing how she fights. Fill the belly all the way and you hit STAGE 4: GOD MODE — a giant Cookie barrels straight through the swarm, flattening everything in her path. It is exactly as ridiculous as it sounds, and it costs you on the way out, so you have to choose your moment.

Cookie doesn't carry a gun — she carries lunch. Build a loadout out of the Balkan kitchen: a somun that boomerangs back to her, orbiting sarma cabbages that grind anything they touch, an ajvar nova that erupts on contact, tufahija and lokum shields that soak a hit. Build cards are drawn a few at a time, so no two runs stack the same.

She raids from the autumn leaves of Ljubljana's Tivoli park into Sarajevo's Baščaršija, slipping past street cats, furious waiters and rival dogs, through three showdowns. Beat the last one and the demo ends on a promise: Leon is still out there. Leon is Cookie's brother. He was taken. That's the whole reason she's fighting.

Every other survivors-like runs on the same synth. Cookiesaner runs on sevdah — Balkan folk that turns a screen full of chaos into something that feels like home. Comedy on top, a little heart underneath. Built start to finish by one person, around a dog who actually exists.