There's nothing here to play, yet. But maybe by finding this place, the 「game」 has already begun, in a sense.
You impatiently clench your thesaurus.
You think this is where the game begins. It looks like there's somewhere to go, but there's not.
File #000001 Some Sort of Greeting to the World (A Beginning)
File #000002 Moving Pixels that Eradicate my Laptop Fan Almost as Much as the S*ms 2
File #000003 Dumpster Diving for New Party Members (Is Your Mind Inside Like Mine?)
File #000004 Play Pressed to Impress
File #000005 Checking My Junk Mail to Fool Myself Into Thinking Someone Wants to Talk to Me
File #000006 If You Can't Dance-Dance to This, You Can't Do Nothin' For Me
File #000007 Wasting Paper (I Yodel Sadly Into Overpriced Ink Cartridges, Now Empty)
File #000008 A Cult Classic
File #000009 You're Crashing But You're No Int*rnet Expl*rer
File #000010 Paint Me Like One of Your Early 2000s Firef*x Skins
File #000011 Investigation (Vague Thoughts in Parentheses That Fail to Expound on That Which Precedes)
File #000012 New Old Stalk
File #000013 Everything’s Going According to My Data Plan (Betrayal)
File #000014 Flashback Trip Machine
File #000015 Shut Up, Shutdown
Endgame Are We Now Really Free to Fly Higher Into Space?
Epilogue Applet (You)
That might be all for Part 1. It's enough dead ends for now.
maybe a footer. maybe not.