Planned Release Date: Jun 26, 2026

About This Game

Click And Slash

Click and Slash is a desktop clicker: handle your daily tasks while staying productive. You’ll be able to track your clicks per day, week, and month, plus a percentage that evaluates your productivity accordingly. Perfect for forcing yourself to work! But don’t forget to upgrade your damage to make the cutest (and hottest) monsters in your region tremble.

You can also slack off watching your favorite movies—ones you’ve hunted down with your VPN! Because you can deal damage without clicking, all while watching your life flash before your eyes. Fill your encyclopedia with adorable, absurd monsters you’ve mercilessly tormented. You’re such a great person…

So, you know what to do?

After an unexplained biological mutation, humans evolved into Gény.

(Yes, evolution decided to flip science the bird by replacing our neurons with marshmallow clouds and our bones with gummy bears. Congrats, humanity has reached its ultimate stage: becoming a radioactive plushie with sugar addiction issues.)

They may be adorable enough to melt a heart of stone—these little furballs chirping "blip blop" as they bounce around—but don’t let their appearance fool you. One second, they look like a kitten raised by unicorns, and the next… they’ve got the face of a vegetable forgotten in the back of the fridge after a weekend bender. (The government’s new obsession? Connecting five synapses and neurons per day. What even is this? A failed molecular cooking experiment? A Rorschach test gone wrong? Doesn’t matter.)

Let’s get back to our sheep (or rather, our Gény): to escape the Playful Transformation Virus™ (patent pending, do not ingest), you’ll have to beat them until they take their last breath (or until your mouse gives up the ghost, your choice). Eradicate the entire Gény species—yes, even the one staring at you with those big puppy-dog eyes. (Sorry, kid, but humanity’s survival comes before your right to exist as a cursed toy.)

Once you’ve harvested enough Energy Particles™, you might have a chance to escape. Or not. Because in the end, you’ll probably end up as Post-Apocalyptic Veggie Mash™—that delicious genetically modified sludge that feeds the surviving Gény. (Basically, you’ve become fast food for the end of the world. Congrats, you’ve reached the top of the food chain: all the way at the bottom, with the peels.)

Gameplay: "Click and Slash™ – The Game That’ll Make You Forget You Ever Had a Life (If You Ever Did)"

Ever clicked a button or used an input device? (No, not like that, you perv. We’re talking game clicks, not clicks on sites that’d make your grandma blush.) Well done, [Generic First Name]. (Yeah, we gave you a generic name because you clearly tick all the boxes for this job:)

• You spend more time in front of a screen than in front of a mirror (and that’s saying something).

• Your CV boils down to "Survived three seasons of a competitive game without getting banned."

• You still think "productivity" applies to you (spoiler: no).

Let this game run and live your best life (or what’s left of it):

• Play other games (because one isn’t enough to fill the abyssal void of your existence).

• Write a novel (suggested title: "How I Wasted Five Years of My Life Clicking Cute Things for a Salary That Doesn’t Even Cover My Gym Membership"—which, by the way, you never use).

• Draw (a self-portrait of you crying in front of your screen).

Or just let the game run in the background while you… (insert any normal human activity here, like sleeping, eating, or watching cat-fail videos. Because yeah, even in the middle of the apocalypse, you’re still basic.)

Boost your damage with the symbolic pay we’ll give you (because the World Mental Health Organization decided saving the world doesn’t deserve real money—just virtual currency). Follow the instructions! (Yes, it’s an order. No, we’re not negotiating. Want a union? Too late, the Gény already ate the reps. Even your childhood best friend went off the rails… At least they were evacuated with dignity.)

It might be the end of the world, but taxes haven’t changed. (Actually, they’ve gone up. Welcome to the post-apocalyptic economy, where even death won’t free you from your debts.) That’s why you can boost your earnings (and, conveniently, your frustration levels). And why bother exerting yourself when damage can rack up automatically? (After all, there’s no harm in napping in front of your screen—whether it’s here or at a nuclear plant. At least here, you’re less likely to cause a nationwide blackout.)

Oh, and I almost forgot (because clearly, your memory has a short shelf life): once you’ve collected enough Virtual Currency™ (or "gold coins," for the uninitiated), feel free to optimize your DNA with the Prestige™ feature (because nothing says "I’ve got my life together" like mutating into something even weirder). Doing so will compile all the data from the Gény you’ve lovingly eliminated to make you stronger! (Or at least give you the illusion of being useful. That’s something, right?)

Encyclopedia: "Knowledge Is Power (Ignorance Is Bliss)"

By battling and eliminating Gény (with the grace of an elephant in a china shop), you’re enriching our Educational Database™. (Yes, the one that’s completely useless but looks great on your profile. Like your badges from some unlisted arena that’s been around for ten generations.)

Our Encyclopedia logs info on the Gény and how many you’ve defeated. (Because nothing says "I’m a hero" like a kill count worthy of a Sunday hunter.) The higher your… uh… "Genetic Performance Score™" (let’s call it that, even if it’s just an excuse to make you click more), the more you’ll get to passionately smash living creatures of mysterious origin. (Yes, we know you’re getting off on it. No, we’re not judging. Well, maybe a little.)

The secret to happiness? (Spoiler: There isn’t one, but we’ll pretend.) Here’s a hint:

• Eliminate cute things.

• Pretend to feel guilty.

• Do it again.

• Buy cosmetic upgrades to feel better.

• Realize you’ve become a monster too.

• Accept your fate.

• Click some more.

• Question your life choices.

• Repeat the nonsense ad infinitum.

After all…

Equipment: "Because Even a Monkey with a Stick Can Become a Warrior"

Sometimes, Gény drop useful items. Don’t ask where they come from (do I look like I know? Maybe they manufacture them in their secret candy factory? Maybe they’re just recycled trash turned into armor? Who cares—grab them and shut up.)

Take the best gear available (even if it looks like a discount superhero pajama set) and show them who’s boss! (Spoiler: It’s not you. But at least you’ll look ridiculous with style.)

Energy Particles™: "Because Coffee Is So 2020"

Inject yourself with non-toxic (we hope) Energy Particles™ to boost your power and become a slightly improved version of yourself. (It won’t be hard, judging by your current state.)

Guaranteed results (or not):

• You’ll become stronger (or at least feel like it, which is half the battle).

• You’ll experience visual hallucinations (but hey, at this point, it’s just a bonus).

• You’ll start resembling a Gény yourself (and there we go—you’ve become what you fight. Congrats, you’ve fulfilled your destiny.)

Team Collaboration: "Because Even the Apocalypse Needs Paperwork"

Our Experts in Far-Fetched Theories™ (yes, we fired the actual scientists to cut costs) track your progress and efficiency. (Because nothing motivates an employee like a dashboard flashing red.)

They’ll be evaluated and multiplied by… (wait, let me check…) your motivation level. (Kidding! Mostly. Your daily/weekly/monthly/yearly click count is meticulously analyzed, along with your Virtual Currency™, eliminations, and even your procrastination levels.)

Keep your productivity maxed out (even if you feel like smashing everything) while going about your daily business on your digital device.

PS: If you figure out how to click in your sleep, let us know. We’ve got a bonus for you.

Rumors: "Because Even Gény Have Rights (Well, Almost)"

Word is some Gény have varied relationship preferences. (And that’s great news… for us! Because diversity is profitable, and we love stats.)

But otherwise… (let’s be honest, we don’t really care) we’re not monsters (okay, maybe a little, but shhh)—we do it quickly and without unnecessary suffering. (Well, for us, anyway. For them, it’s another story.)

We’ve also got Striped Creatures™ (because apparently, we had to tick the "diversity" box in the game), but hey, they’ll end up as crosswalk paint too, so it’s not like it’s any better. (Sorry, guys. Life’s cruel, and the apocalypse is crueler.)

Conclusion: "Because Life’s Like This Game—Pointless, But We Keep Playing Anyway"

The conclusion? (Spoiler: There isn’t one. Life has no meaning, and neither does this game.)

Download Click and Slash™ (because clearly, you’ve got nothing better to do) and keep your productivity at its peak (even if it just means you’re a slave to the digital system).

Collect Gény in your Encyclopedia (because nothing says "I’m a psychopath" like a list of creatures you’ve lovingly eliminated).

Boost your damage to kick some ass (or at least feel like you’re in control of something in your life).

Leave yourself encouraging notes (because if you don’t, no one else will).

Gear up with useful items (even if, in the end, you’ll just be clicking like a maniac hoping it’ll make a difference).

And above all… live your life. (Or what’s left of it. Because in the end, this game is here to boost your morale… or at least give you the illusion of being useful while the world burns.)

PS:

If you find the meaning of life, I’m all ears, huh. Because it’s not just you who’s an idiot… your family too.

PPS:

If you find a Golden Pineapple, watch out—you’re in the wrong game…

PPPS:

If you’ve got a mobile trash can that needs fixing, I’ve got a buddy with thick glasses who’ll fix it. Otherwise