The title evokes the memory of the primordial entity that watches over us all and why some would find this comforting and others rather disturbing. How much in control are we of our own lives and how much is this feeling of helplessness that washes over us from time to time has its foundation in existential angst, deterministic nihilism, bad indigestion, a mixture or something all together different?

To me it seems that the game attached to the title tries to bring to us that same type of despair, that we are pretty much adrift on a raft at the mercy of the pull of the fates... and the threads they weave are so very fragile and finicky. And these gods, voyeurs that they are, set it all up just to watch us fail and fail again.

At least we get infinite replays this time around as we provide amusement to these supposedly omnipotent jerks with nothing better to do than mess with the variables that control the chords of our lifelines. In that regard the game is a true triumph.

This game is unfair, but then again, nothing beats life at this game.