Punish the Smallest Man

On this page, I will create a game. I will be kneeling here in front of you, with my back turned to you. In the bottom right corner, there will be a whip icon; once you select it, you will be able to whip me as you wish. With every crack of the whip, I will let out a heartfelt, emotional groan so that you can relieve your built-up anger as much as possible. Above me, a number will be displayed and will keep increasing, symbolizing the number of lashes. It will be a total statistic — not only your strikes will be counted, but also those of everyone before you. It will be a precisely documented global retribution for my actions.

And that's not all. When you finish whipping, I will give you the option to write me a message. Under your real or fictional name, you can write how much you hate me, how much you despise me — simply pour out your anger at me as intensely as you can. Your comment will be permanently stored on this page along with your whipping score. And imagine this… I will be able to read that comment… and perhaps even reflect on my conscience. Isn't that wonderful? The table will also have filtering options. You will be able to find out who whipped me the most. Other visitors will be able to rate the comments, creating a ranking of the best ones so they don't go unnoticed.

On the other hand, in the bottom left corner, there will be an icon of a healing ointment in a small jar. You will be able to heal my wounds — with each click above my whipped body, you will decrease the total whipping score above my head, while I make sounds of relief and gratitude. Here too, I will create a leaderboard for the best healers, with the option to leave comments. I have no illusions — that table will probably remain empty forever… but what if? I must not lose hope.

The way to leave this page will be through an icon of an empty beggar's clay cup. When you click it, a prompt will appear with a donation option and text along the lines of: "Do you feel relieved? Do you feel a little better?" Yes — "I'm glad to hear that. You will surely contribute to my cup, and I will improve (and maybe improve my financial situation a little too)." No — "You're not relieved yet! Hurry back and swing the whip harder." The visitor will be sent back to continue whipping.

The purpose of this game will be to give visitors browsing this page a chance to vent their anger onto me — onto the smallest man who ever lived… It will be a kind of evaluation of my actions. my trial, and at the same time, my punishment.