An army division tasked with exploring and securing the ruins of aliens after the war

Most videogames nowadays have stories to them. Minesweeper does not. Just a short bit of attempt at context, once you step onto the field. A death implied.

The pressure is building. One little mistake could mean the end. Does she have the skill to overcome this obstacle? Will she succeed or fail? One-shot

The sweeping field of mines is just mining for a sweep.

There's a big move coming, but first, Timer and her friends all get makeovers!

A simple look through the eyes of an avatar in the game of mine sweeper. Rating established for dark humor and somewhat graphic descriptions of mine affected bodies ahead.

The greatest battle of all time? The war to end all wars? The ultimate clash of the titans? Nah.

So after losing a proper game of minesweeper for the billionth time...

Click to play so that you can blow your brains out while the smily face watches you XD

Slowly, he grasps his mouse in hand and holding his breath, makes his first move.

A poem that compares the game of Minesweeper to life.

A poem, written off the cuff, after failing to complete about 400 games of Minesweeper.

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Based on a true story. I have pictures to prove it, as soon as I figure out how to post them. Keep reading for the surprise ending.

It's a boring day, the internet is not working, and there seems to be nothing to do around the house. Can our dear friend find something to do? Or will she continue on being bored? Oneshot, crackfic.

I'm so lucky that this is just a game.

An expert loses at minesweeper the last click. His bro tries for revenge. Hilarity ensues. T for swearing.

Those sunglasses meant a lot to Smiley. They were a symbol of victory, and his perseverence. One-shot, short drabble-ish.

An all-too-dramatic realization of Minesweeper canon. The true story behind the game is at last uncovered.

pretty self explanitory

A short poem about the poor and misfortunate, revamped version of Minesweeper.

A small chance of survival. A six hour game. A small tin shack... will this lonely soldier secure a victory for his country, or be blown to hell?

It's the life of the Smiley. Go into The Room. Play The Game. Die. At least, that's how things were... until one Smiley decided to change it all. FINISHED

A look at a minesweeper who never succeeds in his hobby. Oneshot only.

Oneshot. This is the story of how Bob stopped killing the Smileys. My 2nd FanFic. Please Read & Reveiw!