In Iowa moonlit tarmac, I am sitting bent in a cozy Embraer jet, by unfreezing by accident next to Donald Trump’s plane, playing a stupid game called Adventure Capitalist. During the gameplay I started to touch my phone’s screen without thinking as buttons brighten, assuming my fingers as tiny hammers hitting the heads of colorful, beveled rectangles. Like exceptional handling did the same again and again.
Finally, after some time my fingers stopped for a microsecond thinking about a decision that requires firing synapses finding what to do next. Whether a 100 novemdecillion car wash profits or 10 duodecillion angels entering on the head of a mad money pin. So we will see to which quattuorvigintillion equal to anyway.
To this insane party, I was a little late. This is a part of “clicker” fad and released nowhere a year ago. Adventure Capitalist is available for PCs and mobile devices. The meaning of the game is just like it reads games where you click (or tap) stuff as fast as you can. Also, others might have heard about Cookie Clicker, Candy Box and of course critic and academic Ian Bogost’s delightfully subversive Cow Clicker.
I was crowned off by my editor to Adventure Capitalist, in which one can, again and again, tap on a series of small businesses to manufacture goods and sell them. Finally one can appoint digital” managers” to do the tapping on behalf of us. I took a fly saying it purposeless, and after weeks later with thousands of lemon stands and movie studios and shrimp boats fueling an empire of unlocks and lifetime earnings. Its all because of pushing a stupid number higher with no end in sight. It is a tongue-tied thing which I have ever played and at last, can’t stop it.
Like a quirky cartoon, my mobile phone screen looks like a nuclear control panel. With gracefulness vibrating in the green color of cash flow displays my profits per second like stopwatches run out of control. So accumulating the capital unadventurous is the thing which you do here, the average number at the top of the screen is spinning in super-fast for counting, the product of all that click-labor snowballing in a fever tycoon fantasy: Finally ending with minimum effort and maximum return.
Let’s assume at either side of you, you can find a never-ending escalator with the illusion of some amazing mountain- climbing adventure- foothills to the summit to the sky. It feels like you are going somewhere because every then and then one will change the scenery. One feels like going towards the snowy peaks to the stratosphere when finally one goes higher and higher, into the low-Earth orbit and on to the moon. Further like moving towards the move, even beyond that to mars, shafting out towards the infinitude of outer space.
It was a weird point here about materialism and capital for capital’s sake. We have never mentioned spending real money on gold bars that make the numbers spool up faster, but makes what you wish of that.
Finally speaking, I have gone to the Moon (very slowly and vexing, the moon) which is what I know by conquering the introductory earth businesses. I’ve traded quattuorvigintillion dollars for megabucks tickets to permanently boost the returns of my lunar gravity booths and helium farms and werewolf colonies. I have shamefully overwhelmed myself with boring 20 seconds ads to unlock temporary bonuses also participated in goofy holiday events to collect badges.
I have not spent even a single penny on this unbelievable blank but it is not possible to quit addiction which I have not done in any situation. So viewers please try it on your own.