Cthulhu vs. Your Mom has only four game pieces. Tap Cthulhu and the timers; don’t tap your mom or the bombs. How hard could it be, right?
Everything is going well, until…you tap your first bomb.
“Why did I do that,” you wonder?
Then it happens again…and again…and again.
“And why did I just tap my mom?”
All at once you realize there might be some deeper psychological aspects to this game.
What could it be? Some deep-seated death wish?