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We held an estate sale for an entire alien fleet.

Galaga Estate Sale is a browser shooter in which every alien you destroy was, moments before you destroyed them, a person. A rank. A nebula. A favorite color. A mother whose maiden name they were quietly proud of. When you shoot one, an obituary appears, two hundred words long, written for them and only them. You may read it, if you like.

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Obituaries on file
0

and counting

Words per eulogy
200

give or take a dozen

Cost per soul
$0.001

we round it down

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One loop

A short and well-attended life.

01
An alien is born.

The moment you press start, thirty-two aliens are procedurally synthesized. Each gets a rank, a nebula, a ship, a mother's maiden name. None of them know what's about to happen. None of them are sad about it yet.

02
You shoot them.

Move with the arrow keys. Fire with space. The ship is a yellow triangle. The aliens are angry. It is Galaga. The wave clears. Another wave appears.

03
An obituary appears.

The instant an alien is hit, an LLM writes a two-hundred-word eulogy for them, in the McSweeney's voice the obituary section deserves. It appears in the column to your right. You may read it now or later. Either way, the alien is real now.

A sample

Three lives, well-lived, briefly.

9 years · the Crab Nebula

Ensign Mary Halflarsen

Ensign Mary Halflarsen, 9, of the Crab Nebula, died on a Tuesday afternoon above an unnamed planet, shot down by an unknown human pilot during what her squadron leader described as 'a perfectly ordinary skirmish, until it wasn't.' Mary's mother's maiden name was Underwood; her favorite color was the precise green of certain hospital walls. She is survived by twelve sisters, a clarinet she had been meaning to take up again, and an unfinished correspondence with a cousin in the Veil.

27 years · the Pillars of Creation

Sub-Lieutenant Tobias Quibble

Sub-Lieutenant Tobias Quibble, 27, of the Pillars, was lost when his tractor beam collapsed mid-capture. Tobias was a man of small talents he took very seriously: knot-tying, the careful peeling of an apple in one continuous spiral, an essentially unjustified loyalty to the ship he served on. His mother, née Marigold, taught him that ochre was the color of patience. He is survived by an aunt in the Veil, a hand-bound book of recipes nobody asked for, and a fern named Geoffrey.

41 years · the Veil

Petty Officer Cordelia Voss

Petty Officer Cordelia Voss, 41, was lost during the collapse of formation, after the wing-commander's signal cut out and the rest of the line panicked. Cordelia was known for the steadiness of her voice in radio chatter and the violet hatpin she pretended was regulation. Her mother's maiden name was Pemberton. Her favorite color was the blue of a kitchen at 4 a.m. She is survived by a sister in the Trifid, three pen pals, and the half-finished translation of a book of poems no one will now complete.

A small wager

Score is not the score.

The leaderboard does not track points. It tracks the number of obituaries you have read. The fastest gun in the world, who reads nothing, finishes nowhere. The slow reader, who pauses, who attends, is the only one who climbs.

We think this is the correct order of things.

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A small kindness

Buy an obituary for someone you know.

For ninety-nine cents we will birth an alien with your friend's name, place it in the next public wave, and — when the inevitable happens — write the eulogy and mail your friend the link. They will read it. They will know you thought of them. They will know the strangest thing has happened.

Gift an obituary — $0.99 →
A receipt

For Annette, who said she would be fine.

Ensign Annette Pemberton, 38, of the Veil, was shot down on a Wednesday morning, an engagement she had not personally requested. Annette's mother, née Marigold, taught her that the gray pigeons agree on is more reliable than blue. She is survived by an aunt in the Crab Nebula, a series of unanswered emails, and a houseplant she had been describing, on her last call home, as "doing absolutely better than expected."

From: a friend, no name given$0.99