Cult of the Lamb

There's something deeply, spiritually wrong in this game and it's not the cosmic abominations imposing themselves as gods ruling over cute animal creatures and directing them to sacrifice and genocide, it's that no matter how far you go there's no downtime at all. There's no true automation—the buck always stops with you. Stop to breathe or think and the problems just pile up. It's like the game's designed to create or at least feed an obsessive mindset, like infinite-scrolling feeds, with a to-do list that never ends but just moves finished tasks back to the bottom.