Soon you have grandmas. Then farms, factories, mines, portals, and time machines . You’re not a baker anymore — you’re a god-emperor of an interdimensional pastry empire.
Then you buy your first cursor. It clicks for you, once per second. Revolutionary. cookie clicker wtf
And the game just looks at you. Calmly. And whispers: Soon you have grandmas
“bake.”
That’s it. That’s the whole thing. A game about clicking a cookie that somehow becomes a meditation on time, addiction, and the absurdity of infinite growth. Soon you have grandmas. Then farms