Solitaire Reviews

I’ve been playing this Solitaire game for days. Days. Weeks, maybe. Time blurs when you’re locked in the dark corners of your mind, trying to escape the crushing weight of your own thoughts. Solitaire? Ha. It’s a mockery. A cruel, endless loop where you are your own tormentor, the cards stacked against you like a twisted puzzle that never ends. The moment you think you're free, the game taunts you with more piles of the same. You can never escape. But maybe that’s the point, isn’t it? Solitaire isn't a game of cards—it's a mirror. A reflection of your desperate soul. You’re there, staring at the screen, clicking away, trying to find order in the chaos, desperately trying to line up the suits in a perfect sequence. The cards shift, the foundation stacks slowly higher, but no matter how perfect the symmetry becomes, there’s always one card that refuses to play. One card that stays stuck in its little pile, taunting you, reminding you that no matter how much you try, there is always something you can't control. At first, I thought I could conquer it. Like any normal person would. Play a few rounds. Finish the game. But the game… the game doesn’t end. Every card you flip feels like a glimpse into the abyss. The movements, deliberate. You drag each card from one stack to another, trying to force some sort of order, but there’s no logic. No purpose. Just an endless, frustrating carousel of red and black. I’m starting to think it’s more than just a game. More than simple mechanics. The cards… they mock me. They play with me, just as I play with them. With every click, my hands tremble. The thrill of the game is twisted now, much like the thoughts racing in my head. "Just one more round," I tell myself. And I play. I play until I can’t tell if I'm winning or losing anymore. Oh, how the game mocks me! You finish a round, feel the faintest whisper of victory, but then—oh then!—you’re dealt another set, another round, another chance to feel that precious, fleeting high. But nothing lasts forever. Victory is but a lie, a dream that disappears as quickly as it’s given. How quickly it all crumbles. The sweet satisfaction of a winning move? A fleeting lie. A trap. Each shuffle of the cards is like the ticking of a clock, counting down to something. What is it? A release? A punishment? Perhaps both. I’ve started to imagine the cards as people—each one a prisoner, stacked in rows, waiting to be freed. They shuffle around, clinging to the hope that they might be the next one to slip into the right pile. But they never are. They never escape. And just when I think I’ve reached the end, just when I think I’ve won, the game reveals its true nature: a cycle. A never-ending loop. Like a dark, suffocating pit that you fall into, but never hit the bottom. The game's mechanics, deceptively simple, hide a cruel truth: you never truly win. You play until the madness consumes you. Or maybe, you never stop playing. I can't escape it. I won’t escape it. Solitaire has me.

This game needs some major bug fixes! Strange things happen to playing cards being dealt upside down, or moving cards under other cards. You wont be able to see the card faces!