Obliterate Everything — 4

The chain was not a score. It was a weight.

The prompt:

I pressed N.

I closed the game. Not alt-F4—I clicked the X in the corner, the way you close a document you're finished with. The gray planet flickered. The chain counter froze at 1,000. obliterate everything 4

I knew it was the game. I knew Kaelen Voss had somehow scraped my entire life, my voicemails, my handwriting, my grief, and turned it into a product. I should have been furious. I was furious. The chain was not a score