Cookie Clicker

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Hours played at review time, across 1.7K reviews with recorded playtime.

positive critical· bar length = how often the theme comes up

[h1] My Personal Statement expressing what little I have left that is my soul [/h1] Play this game at your parrel, as you aren't buying a game. NO. You are buying an experience into true madness. Where the question you shall be asking are of how far can you abuse your own mind and body. "How long can I survive until the nutrients beckoning becomes unignorable?" "How long can I go without having to sleep?" "If I sacrifice this goat exactly in the middle of the night to the dark gods known as the grandmas will then I get the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stocks to go down?" Like a moth to a flame or an addict relapsing, even if your done. [b] HAHAHHAH MUAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHHAHAH HEHEHEH YOU ARE NOT. [/b] You will come back and continue your pledge to the sacred cookie and the dark ones. Crawl like a dog to your master. AND LET THEM TUG AND WHIP THE LEASH. I had days even weeks planned and then I'd loose myself to the cookie, clicking on end, the only sound that I registered was the chime of a golden cookie, the ravenous devouring of the wrinklers, the endless chant of the grandmas, and most of all. The click, click, click of the abominable cookie. A showing of my devotion You shall know fear when even the achievements mean nothing to you, where any dopamine release that had once existed within that fleshly frame of yours has been dwindled out and extinguished. Where only dread raises as you continue on your pilgrimage and rise to higher and higher trials for the achievements, until you are struck down by the game for even daring it. Where Lady Luck cruel smile will satiate us in our misery. or prolong our suffering. This THING is something I Nearly devoted a manifesto to, an entire holy scripture in that [i] wretches name [/i], where my own dreams were [b] plagued [/b] by cookies and by thoughts of efficiency, where every other task was irrelevant until I got every achievement and was done. My own closes comrade would watch in disgust as I turned into something and yet nothing, a dark and hollow simulacrum of myself who's entire being would resolve around that [b] cookie [/b]. He'd watch my slow ritual of loosing myself from afar and be the only reason why now, I am writing this so thank you my dearest friend. But even when he did I'd...comeback again. I leave and then come back. leave and comeback. leave and comeback. LEAVE COMEBACK, COMEMBACK, [strike] And yet I would never truly leave. [/strike] My body would wander around but my mind was still trapped in the catacombs of the realm which the [b] cookie [/b] resides, where I'd have the wiki open at all times, where I even buy new items for it such as a new monitor. [i] ALL FOR IT. [/i] And do not take me for a truly devoted one, [i] no [/i] there are far more people adept in knowledge of the forbidden who reside far deeper. I took my plunge already and this review is a final goodbye. If you ever see more hours in this "game" then expect me to have truly lost myself as whatever hands that are writing this review as of now are gone and have died, and so listen closely if you also decide to take the steps same as I have and many others before me, as you'll be hearing the gods laughing in the horizon, as they watch you, me, anyone who they can etch and carve their claws into. [i] Thank you and I hope you don't get lost as I did, keep a steel mind as for mine was weak. As well as body and soul. [/i] [h2] The "Professional past the occultic language " review [/h2] [spoiler] (Except I am also a deceiver) [/spoiler] Do note: This is my first time reviewing so in case it looks bad or isn't the expected or any of that sort please do tell me and critique it I am always looking to improve [h3] Specs [/h3] [b] I have the firm belief that the dark ones have made this runable on nearly anything all to take in as many into their worship as possible, those wretched divinities. [/b] Past that I use a laptop which is entirely designed to be good at spreadsheet and writing it is not made for gaming at all and quite literally doesn't even have a graphics card so, this game can probably run on something that is completely powered by a potato. [h3] Story [/h3] The story is truly whatever you decide to make of it, a true form of interpretive story, some see it as a allegory for life, others who are fools will think there isn't one, some will say it is about an apocalypse , others will say that it is about baking cookies in more and more hideous ways and eventually spawning My personal interpretation is that is a pilgrimage and a test of your own mind a plunge in the depth of madness where you will commit any crime all in the end for the scared cookies, every decision is to make the creation of cookies bigger, faster, more powerful Where the end point is to have everything become cookies and let the sacred cookie become all encompassing of you, me and the world. [h3] The ways of showing worship and devotion [/h3] The gameplay is clicking, and clicking and clicking, no matter what if you wish to continue along the path you shall need to click. And in that time you will grow and grow in power. First you shall create ephemeral clickers who will click for you, then you shall consolidate with the grandma collective, then you will start defiling nature itself and grow cookies, factories will be created in your name, banks constructed to be used to replace the Economy and to not spoil your pilgrimage too much, you shall see a mirage of your self, and what'll they be used for you can guess yourself. However my personal favourite is child labour. However the main stay is gaining achievement and this rabbit hole is one that is dark and endless. Years, years will be taken from you for this if you want this. But to describe it in a sentence [b] " Cookie clicker is the end all be all for clicker games" [/b] [i] This is an experience which test you and asks a lot from you, so enjoy it or hate it, go mad because of it like me. In the end the it will not matter so play at your own risk. [/i]