Big Red Button

A brilliant satire of one-move games? An incisive commentary on uncreative IF writers? Or is it something more: a narrative condemning the mindless masses who would rather play single-button casual phone games for all of eternity rather than more complex fare, endlessly reducing your point total parallel with the loss of discernment such games cause?

None of the above, actually. More an experiment in comedy which simply falls flat and has no ending. Pass this one over.