In your hand is a clicker counter.
What do those eyes convey?
If nothing else, they betray a deep certainty that whatever else happens, youre going to click.
If you stop clicking for a moment, a prompt appears in the corner telling you the controls.
At least, I think it’s a prompt, because it might actually be a threat.
Left click to click.
He’d like you to click 10,000 times, like.
10,000 clicks before I get a big wad of cash, Im told.
Thats why Im here.
Or, more pertinently, am I really going to click thousands of times just to find out?
What if I click it really fast?
What if I get to this number?
What if I dont click it at all?
I soon discover I can hold the space bar down to click and feel like a genius.
I balance my speaker remote on my space bar and go do some crunches.
Im still watching the screen, of course.
Im not taking my eyes off this camel fucker.
He is deeply unnerving.
On his shirt is either blood or the delicious Korean fermented soy and chilli paste known as gochujang.
I try watching the static on the tv for a while, but no.
I feel his googly eyes burning into my back.
Ive just been clicking for so long.
I start timing the clicks.
With the spacebar held down, its about ten every two generous seconds.
Thats three hundred click per minute.
Its a long time.
Its a long, long time to be clicking a clicker.
Im not going to stop of, course.
Im in too deep at this point.
It’s a guiltily gratifying act of self-imposed BDSM, one humiliating click after the other.
you’ve got the option to grab Clickoldingon Steamfor 2.24/2.69/$2.69.
Id give it a resounding thumbs up, but my hands need a rest.
Clickolding is by Strange Scaffold, whose Creative Director Xalavier Nelson Jr. has written many words for RPS.
