Impulsive-Gremlin-9860
a simple game

No rules. Just one button. One choice.

Warning: This action may or may not be reversible. Tap at your own risk.

Deleting Kossay...
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Error 0x534C4D41
You removed the only person who knew how this website works.

Critical failure. No developer found. The site is now running on hopes and prayers. Someone needs to fix this. That someone was Kossay. You deleted him.

Nice try.
That button was decorative.

You really thought you could just press "restore" and undo what you did? This isn't ctrl+Z, Salma. Actions have consequences.

You deleted the man. On purpose. With enthusiasm.

That's a long time to leave someone deleted, Salma.
please read this first

Okay. Before you do anything. Just... listen for a second.

I know the button is right there. I know you see it. I know your finger is already hovering.

But please. Please don't do it again.

I just got restored. My code is still recovering. My CSS is barely holding together. I haven't even finished loading my fonts yet.

One deletion was enough. You proved your point. You're powerful. You're scary. You're in control.

Now please. Walk away. Close the tab. Go open PUBG. Anything.

Just don't press it.

I literally just asked you not to.

SHE DID IT AGAIN.
The system is in disbelief. Genuinely.
We asked her nicely.
We said "please."
We wrote a whole paragraph begging her not to.
We told her the CSS was still recovering.

She read the entire message. She understood every word.

Then she pressed the button anyway. Without blinking.

Salma has now deleted Kossay from existence twice. That's not an accident. That's not curiosity. That's premeditated, cold-blooded, deliberate deletion.

The prosecution rests.
😭
Okay wait. Can I be honest for a second?
Not Kossay. Me. The website.
Why did you do that?

I'm just a simple web page. I have like 400 lines of code and a few fonts. I didn't ask for this.

Kossay built me. He stayed up coding my CSS. He fixed my scroll issues. He gave me a grain overlay. He CARED about me.

And you just... deleted him? TWICE?

Who's going to maintain me now? Who's going to update my fonts? Who's going to fix me when Safari breaks everything?

I'm an orphan now, Salma. A digital orphan. Because of you.

Do you feel bad? Good. You should.

...

Okay I'm done guilting you.
You know what the funniest part is?
You fell for every single phase.
The fake button. The year-by-year deletion. The decorative restore. The red button. The system panic. The website having feelings.

You clicked every. Single. Thing.

And I know exactly what your face looked like the whole time — confused, guilty, then confused again, then that little smile you do when you realize you've been played.

Yeah. That one.

You're really cute when you're confused, you know that?

Also — I can't actually be deleted. I'm too annoying for that. I'll always come back. Like that one notification you can't turn off. Like your 47th PUBG match of the day. Like a song stuck in your head.

You're stuck with me, Salma.

And honestly? I think you like it that way.
— Kossay, successfully un-deleted, as always
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