Needless to say I took the bait, and now here we are, weeks later, with thousands of lemon stands and movie studios and shrimp boats fueling an empire of unlocks and lifetime earnings, all for the sake of pushing a stupid number higher—with no end in sight. It’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever played. And I can’t stop.

… as soon as I opened my first session, any illusions that I would be thinking about anything but the game were lost. From the compulsive button click that produces miraculous profit doublings to the agonizingly slow play at later stages, I found “AdVenture Capitalist” made everything else seem like background tedium, an irritating postponement of my return to its gratifying feed of numbers.

I just sat there, watching, waiting, hungry for a button to turn orange so I could buy more of something. I was ravenous for more cash; cash which only had a function within this accursed game. Every line I write in this post, I flick out to see if I can buy anything else. And then I end up staring at these green rows, all refilling at varying speeds.