Feierabend Rush: Road Crossing

Clocking off is an obstacle course. Morning: four lanes of traffic, a tram, and a bus that will not brake. Midday: an open-plan office full of rolling chairs, file trolleys, and a colleague who needs "just one quick thing". And somewhere behind all that, the boss — who looks up at exactly the moment you move. Feierabend Rush is an arcade hopper about an ordinary working day. One tap, one square forward. Timing over reflexes. And the time clock at the end. ("Feierabend" is the German word for the moment work ends and the evening begins. There is no English word for it. That is the whole game.) FOUR STAGES OF A WORKING DAY • The Commute — morning rush hour, all the way to the time clock • At the Office — get out past the boss, the file trolleys and the coffee cart • The Way Home — evening traffic, one street at a time • The Night Shift — retrieve your laptop without being noticed AND THEN: OVERTIME Endless mode, unlocked after level 4. No finish line, no checkpoint, one life — all that counts is how far you get. Everyone runs the same route, so the leaderboard actually compares something. HOW IT PLAYS • Tap and swipe — or on-screen buttons you can place where you like • Checkpoints, so one mistake doesn't cost you the whole run • Coffee makes you faster for a few seconds; coins are points • The boss's gaze runs as a visible countdown — you always know how long you have • An "Easy" mode that slows all traffic by a good 20% • Five characters to choose from • Up to three stars per level and a local leaderboard for every stage WHAT IS NOT IN IT No ads. No in-app purchases. No account, no sign-up. No data collection, no tracking, no analytics. The game needs no internet connection — the network permission is explicitly blocked. The only permission is vibration, and you can switch it off in the settings. Your progress stays on your device. It is never uploaded anywhere, because there is nowhere for this app to send it. GERMAN AND ENGLISH Fully translated, switchable in-game at any time. Clocking off isn't a state. It's a distance.