Click.
Click.
Click click click.
"Really? That's what you do?" "Yeah, c'mon, Victor. Give it a chance. It really grows on you." Victor Strate gave a nervous glance to Doctor Martin Caduceus, who told Victor to just keep clicking, and promptly left the room.
Click.
Click click.
Click click click click click click click click click click.
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A small image of a mouse cursor appeared on the right side of Strate's screen. Victor clicked it, and made a somewhat delighted "Ooh!" at watching his newly bought mouse cursor clicking the cookie for him.
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Click.
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Click. Click click. Click, click, click, clickclickclickclick.
Click. Click, clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick, click.
Five grandmas and twelve cursors working at a bakery that Strate had named Jeph's bakery.
Click, click, clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick, click, and a golden cookie appeared. Strate gave it a quick click, and the edges of his screen turned gold as his clicking power increased by seventy-seven for seven seconds.
Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick, and his moment of ridiculously high cookie production was over. Strate bought a few upgrades and a farm.
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Two more farms, a dozen extra cursors and a few more grandmas. Strate's bakery was well on it's way to becoming something great.
Seventy-two hours, 875,293,294 clicks and eleven broken computer mice later…
Caduceus entered the room. "Hey, Victor, are you okay in here? I haven't seen you for… A few days. Want me to get you something to ea-"
Caduceus was interrupted by several bullets entering his chest, which dropped him to the floor. Strate had summoned the Grandmatriarchs, who had been sending wrinklers all night to feed on his Cookies Per Second. He just couldn't bother pulling himself away from this pressing matter long enough to put up with Cad's shit. Of course, a meal did sound good. No. No food. No food until he's done eating. He must continue. He must ascend, he must gain the heavenly chips and continue his chocolatey reign.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
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Click.
Click.
Click.
Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.
Thirteen hours, 4,957,777 clicks and four broken computer mice later…
Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.
Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.
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Click. Click. Click.
Bash. Bash. Bash. Bash.
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Bash, bash, bash, bash bash.
893,133 Heavenly Chips, 73 resets, 69,326 prisms and 13 murdered coworkers later…
Doctor Edward Grimshire Deny entered the room.
Bashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbash.
"Victor, we have to put a stop to this. Now that my assistant is de-"
Deny was cut off by multiple bullets being stopped by his bulletproof vest.
"Victor, I prepared for this. Shut off your computer before I cut the power to this office."
Bashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbashbash-
Strate looked up from his computer screen.
"What… What did you just say?"
"I said I'd cut the power to your office if you don't stop playing cookie clicker and start doing your job."
"Just go ahead and fucking try."
Deny took a step backward.
Strate answered this by throwing a knife at him, which landed directly in his forehead.
Then Strate played cookie clicker for four more days straight.
And then he died.
And then everybody died.
Because Strate was the only one actually doing enough work at the facility to make a difference, and all the hideous abominations contained in the facility escaped.
So there we have it.
Everybody died.
Because of cookie clicker.