Do Not Press The Button (Or You'll Delete The Multiverse)

nice game

This was a nice little game, love the references and humor. Good job!

It's not that bad, but the concept and experience feels mediocre at best. Movement feels slow and while the comedy is decent, it falls flat on occasion. It feels like a weaker version of the Stanley Parable at times. Overall, it has something, but not enough of it to make it interesting.

It's definitely not a bad game, but it's definitely not a masterpiece. (yes unlike Stanley's parable) I didn't expect anything huge, such as stanley Parable, I did play the prologue/demo before, so I was intrigued. But I have expected a bit more... more? Like the promise, the ideas, the jokes are fine, but it just never feels like it's hitting the mark. And again, I assume the narrator, is the developer's voice? I just didn't feel really connected to the voice. There could have been a lot more achievements as well, and well about this game of "choice", there isn't really much of a choice, is there? But i'm guessing its partially a joke on choice. Certain "events" were poorly exectuted, but the jokes were understood. This could have been a real masterpiece if there were, probably more people involved. finetuning and optimizing the level design. It's not a bad game, it's not the best game, but it deserves a fair chance for what the game is.... something unique such as the stanley Parable. Which to be fair, there aren't a lot of games like this out there.

It gets pretty boring pretty fast, also a boatload of bugs that even resetted my progress.

You’re in the room again. The same button. The same warning. “DO NOT PRESS.” This time, you’ve decided. You’re not going to press it. Not because you’re afraid. But because it feels like something else happens… if you don’t. Time passes. You don’t count seconds. You just feel them. The room is quiet. Too quiet. Then the thought appears. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a whisper somewhere in the back of your mind: “What if time is the test?” How long have you been here? 10 minutes? An hour? More? “What if something happens after 70 minutes?” You look at the button. It does nothing. Just sits there. Like it knows you’re thinking. You decide to wait. Just a little longer. Just to be sure. But then… What if it’s not 70? What if it’s 71? Or 69? What if you’ve already waited? What if this isn’t your first time here? A feeling starts building. Not panic. Something worse. Recognition. Then the number appears. You don’t know where it came from. You just… know it. “What if you’ve been waiting 312,874 hours… and something happens at 312,879?” You stare at the button. It looks different now. Not tempting. More like a distraction. The silence gets heavier. You try to stay focused. Don’t move. Don’t think. Just wait. But then the thought hits you again. Stronger this time: “What if something almost happened… and you missed it?” You feel it in your body. Like something just passed. A sound you almost heard. A movement you almost saw. A faint message flickers on the wall. So fast you’re not even sure it was real: “You were close.” Silence again. The button is still there. Unchanged. But something has changed. Not the room. Not time. You. You start to notice it. How your thoughts keep circling the button. Again. And again. Like you’re no longer choosing to think about it. Like it’s thinking about itself… through you. You try to look away. But your eyes return. Every time. Without you deciding. Then it becomes clear: You’re not observing the button anymore. The button is observing you. Time feels wrong now. Stretched. Twisted. Like every second exists for one purpose: To keep you here. A thought forms. Calm. Logical. Too logical. “What if it always wins… with time?” You feel it in your chest. Not fear. Not curiosity. Control. But not yours. Like something has moved behind your thoughts. Settled into the quiet space beneath your awareness. And waited. You swallow. Try to focus. But the thoughts keep coming: It controls you now. It took what’s beneath the surface. It took time. As if it knew… That if it just waited long enough… …you would stop being the one who sees. Another thought. Slow. certain: “It is me.” You shake your head. No. “I am the button.” No. You stare. Trying to hold on to something real. What if it presses you? Silence. What if you’ve already been pressed? Your breath falters. Are you pressing yourself? The thoughts begin to blur. We are the button. No— The button is me. No, no— You blink. And you’re there again. Standing. Watching. I am looking at the button. Silence. One last thought. Fading. Almost gone: How long have I been here?

great game only took me 3.5 hours to beat