Free PC Games (now the Cookie Clicker Thread)

[Hammerskjold]

I liked Cookie Clicker well enough. My right pointer finger, however, did not.

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Me in my embryonic cookie business stage.

Just based on my own cookie empire buidling experience. Actual clicking to produce cookies only happened during the early phase of your cookie business. The 10 dollar to your name, not even one grandma, and maybe just a few auto clicking cursors at most phase of your business. The you are the baker, accountant, PR, IT, CEO, and janitor all in one early phase.



(Depending on your cookiemindedness, this early stage could be 20 minutes to a couple of hours. Presence\absence of heavenly chips, other random cookie business variables etc.)







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My middle phase. The white powder is confectionary sugar.

After that I find once you've reached the middle phase, say having 50+ buildings of all types, you're really playing more of a supervisor, upper management role. The amount I get from clicking a cookie manually is usually miniscule compared to the Cookie Per Second my growing cookie empire is generating. (It's all about the CpS. DPS, DoT? Who cares. CpS rules all!!!!1111)

As I reach closer to the 100 mark for all buildings, I feel my CpS power grow exponentially. When I do click, it's for golden cookies, cookie chain combos, clicking frenzy combos, and pouncing on another building acquisitions. Click to make cookies? Pfft. I don't click to bake. I click to make things that bake me thousand folds of cookies. Some people are cookie rich. I make rich cookies that makes me -wealthy-. Rich people buy deluxe cookies. Wealthy people buys factories that makes deluxe cookies. And I. Am. Wealthy.

I call this phase the 'Tony Montana on a mountain of powdered sugar cookies, 10,000 cookies a night sexy grammas on my lap hand feeding me Madelaines, bottled milk service at the finest cookie clubs, and burying my cookie competitions with a vengeance.' Metaphorically of course. (and a few not so metaphorically.) The governments of the world wants to rein me in. Men want to be me, women want be with me. With one click I produce more cookies than some plebes lifetimes CpS. I am Tony Stark. I am Heisenberg. I am Ozymandias. I. Am. God.




Enter: The late end game.


I have now surpassed the 100 mark for nearly all but the top tier building (at this moment, that's the anti-matter condenser unit). I have 200 autoclicker and 200 grammas. I am 5 unit shy of reaching 100 antimatter condenser units.

I am growing more melancholy at times. I look at old pictures of younger me, and I wonder was I ever that young and so bold. I look at my worthless progenies and wannabe successors. Not one of them had the chips that I did. Their illegal immigrant nannies and gardeners has more chutzpah and sense than they do. Sometimes I want to see what would happen if I leave my cookie fortune to their servants instead of their spoilt milk bottoms.

I never believed in God, though I do believe I did godly things in the course of my cookie empire building. But good sleep escapes me with increasing frequency. I am plagued with thoughts and memories and questions, I have done both great and terrible things.

But, have I ever done anything, good? My conviction that my empire will stand forever is not as sure nowadays. Will my cookie empire crumble and sink and become silt at the bottom of a milk glass?

I hold court with visionaries, scientist, madmen, and mystics. They tell me the promise of Heavenly Chips, how energy can not be created or destroyed, only change forms. I think more than a few of them are crazy. But, they told me -I- was crazy when I only had 10$, a rolling pin, and proclaimed that one day I will be running a galactic cookie empire.

A few truly crazy ones, tells me of the ways of achieving a state of 'Never Click'. Shadowy achievements made real. Ancient and terrible secrets of the universe. They are so crazy, that I think they might be on to something.

I sometimes wish I could buy a new building that has nothing to do with cookies. I wish I could convert the many acres of cookiefarm-land I have to house and feed the poor. I wish I could buy universities that will offer baking classes for free. I wish I could build museums that houses cookies and show them to the world for free. Has all the cycle tempered my chocolate chips? I've sated nearly all my desires, both gross and subtle. Am I actually seeking atonement for all the great and terrible things I've done?

Then I sometimes think to hell with it all. I would trade all of my cookies, for just a bit more cookies.