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Python.io - 1.5

Snake game inspired from Slither.io but features a python instead of a Snake. Made in Python 3

Rehatbir Singh
(MysteryCoder456)

Take the role of a python who collects food and becomes the thiccest snake on earth.

Changes

Added a main menu and planning for new multiplayer mode.

pygame 845 snake 72 2D 36 singleplayer 27 python3 8

Links

Home Page: https://github.com/MysteryCoder456/
Source: https://github.com/MysteryCoder456/Python.io
Windows: https://github.com/MysteryCoder456/Python.io
Mac: https://github.com/MysteryCoder456/Python.io
Github repo: https://github.com/MysteryCoder456/Python.io

Releases

Python.io 1.0 — 28 Jul, 2019

Python.io 1.5 — 6 Aug, 2019

Python.io v2.0 — 4 Sep, 2019

Pygame.org account Comments

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