You're a football manager one bad run from the sack. Every week you play a match and answer one crisis — a contract rebel, a leaked group chat, a fan protest, a director's son who fancies a trial. Two choices. Seconds to decide.
You don't pick the result.
You pick everything that causes it.
Saturday arrives whether you're ready or not. The scoreline comes out of squad strength, form and morale — never out of a button you pressed. Watch the meters move.
A back-page story or a message from the chairman. Two options, a timer, and no third way out. Let it run down and the game picks the worse one for you.
Please the board on Tuesday and the dressing room remembers it in November. Every choice you make lands late — that's the whole game.
"Two down inside twenty. The away end sang your name once, sarcastically."
Your skipper's contract has eleven weeks left and his agent has picked up the phone to a local reporter. The quote leads the back page. Nobody in the building thinks the "he" is ambiguous.
The call comes at 8:41 on a Monday. You get a statement, a headline you didn't write, and three new job offers — all of them worse than the one you just lost. Then you start again, lower.
Four clubs, 212 games, a 27% win rate and three P45s. The career is the real game, and it goes down at least as often as it goes up.
Transfer windows, wage disputes, agents, ticket prices, a takeover, a mascot incident, the pie prices. Six storyline chains run across a season.
Same club, same crises, same fixtures for everyone that day. One attempt. Leaderboard on weeks survived. No second chances until tomorrow.
Pick a shape, a colour and a motif and the crest is yours. Generated marks only — you'll never see a real badge in here.
Portrait, one hand, no tutorial worth the name. Works offline. Free with ads, and one payment removes them for good.
Meters carry a word and a texture, not just a colour. Full screen-reader labels, a reduced-motion path, and the timer extension is never behind a paywall.
Every sacking makes a back page. Every career makes a graph nobody would frame. Both are one tap from the group chat.
Every club, player, manager, competition and publication in this game is fictional. No real badges, no real names, no real leagues, no likenesses. Any resemblance to a club you support is the point, not a licence.
There is no betting, no odds and no wagering anywhere in the game, and there never will be.