I am an arbitrary silhouette on a wanly-lit hillside. To my right waits a horde of lamp-eyed children. Before me, helicopters drop giant pairs of scissors at ruthless angles. I go and get the scissors and bring them to the kids as instructed, but I'm not sure if I've passed the scissors on or stabbed someone.
Every so often, an enormous fist hovers over me. When it strikes I can see the faint outline of my ribcage flash before my eyes.
Mortimer's Bakery developed Run With Scissors (free to play in browser here or here) for the ongoing and broad Fuck Capitalism Jam. Screenshots promise I might eventually get to "comply or haggle" with needful individuals, but I don't know: I cannot survive the fist for long enough. Maybe you can.
