Slice Master
About Company
I didn’t understand what that meant. There’s no “there” in Slice Master. No levels, no end. Just endless flipping. When the game resumed, something was different. The knife no longer looked silver — it looked real. Too real. Reflections rippled across its surface. My reflection. And then, for the first time, I missed a platform and fell. Except this time, the screen didn’t fade to black. It kept falling. My character kept falling.
