Fucksweeper 2024.9.12

The absolute most brutal possible version of the classic game Minesweeper, sponsored by FUCKBETS.PIZZA.

Forty squares in the grid have concealed victim-activated explosives that will blow your sick desperate meat straight to electric perdition* where you will consider the ramifications of your sins in an unendingpenitentiary loop of shame, arousal, and regret.

????????????ARE YOU SWEATING YET, CUPCAKE???? ????????????

The other squares have logically consistent information that will help you determine where to click next to avoid the all-but-certain mathematical atomization of your quivering and corrupted essence.

????????????ARE YOUR NIPPLES STIFF AS BLOOD-SEASONED STARCRETE AS YOU FANTASIZE ABOUT YOUR OWN INEVITABLE MURDER??? ????????????

*Compatible as a hard-sinus hallucination with all properly-calibrated astral gore computers.

???? TIMELESS TORMENT: The clock mocks you, reminding you of the cowardice in your indecision. Only the swift and confident will survive.

???? PRIMAL GAMEPLAY: No excuses, no respite. This is Minesweeper in its purest, most savage form. No mercy for the weak: only the grim aesthetic joys that come from the relentless pursuit of sterile perfection.

???? THE ULTIMATE CHALLENGE: String inferences together to create a perfect modus tollens. Test this antecedent by gambling the totality of your wicked life on one reason-tested moment of crisp and dizzying risk.

UNEMPLOYED ADULTS ONLY (25+)