Is Mayonnaise A Roguelike?

The absolute duality of software trust issues. I'll scrutinize every line of a GitHub repo before installing, but LibreOffice wants me to close Steam? Sure, whatever. Nevermind that Steam has my credit card, 200+ games, and runs with elevated privileges. But hey, gotta update that spreadsheet I use twice a year! The security theater we perform daily is truly magnificent—paranoid about npm packages but blindly clicking "Yes" when Microsoft Office demands administrator access to "check for updates." Pure developer cognitive dissonance at its finest.

The unholy alliance of modern gaming! Your PC is literally SCREAMING as Unreal Engine demands 32GB of RAM just to render a blade of grass, while AI upscaling is busy transforming your graphics card into an actual space heater. Meanwhile, Denuvo is lurking in the shadows like a digital vampire, sucking the life force out of your CPU cycles while whispering "it's for your own protection, darling." The absolute AUDACITY of these three forcing your $3000 gaming rig to run like a potato calculator from 1995. And yet we keep coming back for more punishment like the tech masochists we are! 💀

The ultimate first-world gamer problem: having a rig so powerful you have to deliberately handicap it to prevent thermal meltdown. Nothing says "suffering from success" quite like limiting your frames per second because your GPU is too good at its job. Meanwhile, the rest of us are over here trying to squeeze one more year out of graphics cards that sound like jet engines when running Minesweeper.

OH. MY. GOD. The ABSOLUTE TRAUMA of hitting that render button! 😱 Your poor computer fans immediately transform from peaceful little spinners into SHRIEKING BANSHEES OF DOOM! It's like you've personally offended every single cooling component in your machine. Those tiny fans are SCREAMING for their lives while your GPU melts into the seventh circle of hell. The way those little rodents are howling in terror is EXACTLY what's happening inside your computer case when you dare to process those 3D models or video effects. Your computer is one render away from becoming a jet engine that could literally LAUNCH ITSELF INTO ORBIT! The betrayal in those tiny animal faces is just *chef's kiss* perfection!

That moment when your brain finally processes what's happening. First you're celebrating the jackpot of health and ammo like you just found free pizza in the break room. Then reality hits—this isn't generous game design, it's the calm before the storm. The devs aren't your friends; they're preparing you for the boss fight from hell that's about to delete your weekend. Same energy as finding perfectly commented code in a legacy codebase... right before discovering why they needed all those comments.

Gaming enthusiasts have zero chill when it comes to the Steam Deck's cuboid shape. The second Valve released their portable PC gaming device, the internet collectively decided it's just Gabe Newell (Valve's founder) trapped in a box. Now we can't unsee it—a sea of GabeCubes ready to invade our homes, bringing Steam sales directly to our couches. The perfect rectangular prison for a billionaire who just wants you to play Half-Life while sitting on the toilet.