That’s it. No dialogue. No cutscenes. Just a pixelated candy bar with a determined expression (two white dots for eyes and a tiny frown) and a world that wants to melt you.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go unplug my space heater. Just in case.

The game’s legacy lives on in the “rage platformer” genre ( Getting Over It , Jump King ), but none of them have the sheer absurd charm of a chocolate bar crying pixelated tears as it slowly liquefies next to a lava lamp.

Stay crunchy, friends.

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