Keep clicking

Usually when a game looks like a chore I loose interest quickly but the premise for this game was too weird to not try it out, I don't know what did I expect when playing Clickolding or dare I said I knew what to expect but I wasn't even close with how it will make me feel , as a dude that just looks like others dudes in the streets I've never felt the necessity to even consider doing disgusting things for money but I wont judge people who have to do that to survive, but, being watch with depravity by an unrelentingly sight while being asked to keep clicking makes me feel discomfort like no other game, you click the mouse and the clicker goes click, the direct relationship between what happens on the screen drills it in your skull, it’s direct, raw, I am indeed clicking for this weird guy in exchange for 14.000 bucks, if only those were real dollars but instead I just got a sore arm and the urge to write this piece.

At the beginning it was kind of funny, I was still on my side of the screen, distant, that man in the mask was asking me to "click it", it was like a practical joke, hey let's all make fun of the guy who needs someone to click the clicker to have a minimum amount of arousal, an immature joke that began to degrade into a sense of unease with every passing second, he wants 10.000 clicks and I'm not even at 2000 yet, with each click is like I'm stretching time itself, I click faster and is like it doesn't matter. I started to feel discomfort, the guy keeps yapping even more crazy shit, sometimes he wants you to click on somewhere specific inside the room so you stand there looking at a painting and continue for his leisure, I'm waiting for the moment that the game takes a hard turn into horror or something but that tension never reaches a release point, the game keeps me there becoming more exhausted with every click, the guy keeps talking and his nonsense is getting more deranged every time, what's even his deal? I don't care anymore just keep clicking I told myself, the sooner I'm done the sooner I'll be gone, or that's what he told me at least, my arm starts to get tired, I need of a rest, I don't know why I'm keeping up with this, what the fuck am I doing? I'm right at 5000 clicks, only half way to go, I'm starting to get frustrated, I just want to turn off the game but I need to know what's going to happen when that clicker resets with 10.000 clicks. Why am I doing this? I fight the urge to turn off the game and watch a youtube video about it or something, I'll just power through it, just a few more clicks to go, the guy keeps interrupting me, do it slower do it faster do it over there look at painting that while you do it, his requests started to annoy me more and more, my will power starts to dwindle, I don't want to click it anymore, I change positions and hands trying to not over exert myself, he doesn't care, I'm just satisfying his perverted ass by clicking the clicker that does click click click click click without ever stopping, time stretches once again, the goal is so close yet so far, I use both hands at the same time with the space key instead of the mouse, it's quicker that way, efficient, just a little bit longer and soon it will be all over, just a few more clicks and he will be satisfied, just a little bit more please I'm almost there, please.

It's done, 10.000 clicks, I'm done, I'm never doing this awful thing again, I look at the screen and stretch my arm muscles that have been building up all of this tension, the almost eternal clicking, he's satisfied at last and I'm filthy, its hard to put it into words, is not that I helped this man do his deed is the fact that I was willing to participate in this performance, nobody made me do it, it wasn't a dare, nobody payed me in real life, I payed for the game for fucks sake, but still I didn't stop, I was curious and enraptured by this game’s simple motivations and presentation, I wanted to see it to the end, but I'm not satisfied I'm dirty by the proposition of doing this out or morbid curiosity, to satiate my own perverted interest in seeing how this disturbed man particular interest will end after what it seems an unreasonable amount of clicks, it took me around 40 minutes, it felt like 2 hours, I looked at the clock, I was hoping that it ended sooner or that it transformed itself into something else, but no, the game is sincere and bare in front of me, pure, raw and clean, the bond that the game made with me by doing this repeated action, all those clicks submerged me into a deep mental state, dream in the middle of nowhere in a hotel room alone with this freak of a man that needed my help to finish it as he puts it, this game, this game is something else, maybe you could click it too, just a little, see if it fancies you.

Citations

• Clickolding - Steam