Fucksweeper - Detailed Information

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 unending penitentiary 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+)