The year is 2025—seventeen years since the game was first announced, six years since the last update on Toru's blog, five years since Adobe stopped supporting Flash and five years since the pandemic. Yet I’m still here, waiting for the game. There used to be thousands like me; now the numbers dwindle by the day, with only a few remaining. But i remember we were born for a better life and i can't accept that i'm going to grow old and die without playing the game. I don't care if i'm called an idiot, but if even a single shard of the game still exists out there, i have to find it.
Between endless years of hopeless existence and even a single moment of hope, i must choose hope.
I must play the game.