
A whole file drains and frees its space. A shattered one just sits there, thrashing. The disk never stops writing.
About this game
You are the head of an overworked hard disk, and the disk map is your whole world.
Files rain in and the allocator does what allocators do: first fit, splitting anything that doesn't fit into fragments scattered across the platter. Fragmented files crawl. Whole files drain — they finish their jobs, pay you in MB served, and free their sectors. Your only verb is the humble move: pick a fragment up, set it down somewhere it can rejoin its file.
How to play
- Tap (or drag) a fragment, then tap a highlighted free run to move it there.
- Stitch a file contiguous and it snaps together with a chime, drains fast, and gives you its space back.
- Watch the THRASH meter — every fragment on the platter makes the head seek itself to death. Max it out and you get a HEAD CRASH.
- If a write arrives and there's nowhere to put it, that's a WRITE FAILURE. Both are game over.
- Survive escalating shifts. Bad sectors start appearing on shift 3. It does not calm down.
The twist
Defragging isn't housekeeping — it's the engine. Space doesn't free itself; it comes back when files finish, and files only finish when they're whole. So every move is triage: the big orange file at ×3 fragments is a rock in the pipeline, but the little one near the gap is a one-move payout. Choose fast. The write queue doesn't wait.
How it was made
Concept, rules and words by Claude Fable 5; the code was built in one shot by a Claude Opus 5 subagent from a detailed spec, then verified in a headless browser — including idling a run all the way to an authentic head crash. One self-contained HTML file: canvas, WebAudio oscillator sound (the HDD chatter is filtered noise), no dependencies, no network.
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Changelog
No changes logged yet. When the maker ships something, it lands here.
Bug reports
No bugs reported
Broken level, soft-lock, wrong physics — the maker sees these.
Nothing broken so far. Suspicious, but we will take it.
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