Exhausted from lengthy RPGs and heavily story driven games, I took off to Steam to find something cheap that I could play in small bursts to keep me entertained. Massive, immersive games are fun, but you can only take so much of them for so long before you start to severely burn yourself out. I needed something unfamiliar and simple, but engaging enough where it was able to keep my attention. And that's when I found it; My Name is Mayo, the story of a finger clicking on a jar of mayonnaise.
There is one objective throughout the entirety of the condiment journey: click the mayonnaise. The jar can be clicked by either right clicking the jar itself, pressing space, or cleverly doing both to tap faster. There are four stories that can be chosen from in the achievements section that progress as the jar is clicked more and more. To be honest, it's a rather boring experience. On a technical level, My Name is Mayo is a horrible joke, and I'm not really laughing anymore after the first few clicks, but for some bizarre reason, it kept me enthralled enough to get every single achievement, view every story, and click the jar 10,000 times.
I wouldn't call it a fun experience, it's menial, but the concept itself lends to some introspective thought. It's fairly priced at .99, so financial resentment never really builds, allowing for the game to really stand on its own. My Name is Mayo is an anti-game. It's not fun, it poses no challenge, and it makes a mockery of achievement hunters, but if it isn't engrossing as
I felt a true sense of accomplishment when I first hit 1,000 taps. I felt proud that I was able to sit down and click on a jar of mayonnaise that much. I had stopped paying attention to the story at this point, but that hadn't mattered anymore, the real story was happening within me; would I be able to conquer this behemoth?
I felt something I hadn't felt from a game in a long time; I felt personally invested. There were no stakes but my own personal feelings, I couldn't let the game beat me, I couldn't leave this