A dark executive office with rain on the tall window and an invented eagle crest on the wall. The chair behind the desk is empty.

Political Life

Your lifespan is hidden — no bar, no number. There is no win condition, only how you are remembered. And when they finally put you under oath, the file they read from is the one you spent thirty years writing yourself.

Thirty years old. Nobody knows your name.

You start as an outsider — no organization, no donors, no seat. One week is one turn, and a life runs about 2,600 of them. Decide what to do this week, forty years in a row, and that is your political life.

Your lifespan is hidden

There is no health bar and no year counter. The body speaks only in prose — the stairs feel longer this year; you wake twice a night now. Chase the top job or see a doctor. Nobody tells you how long you can keep deferring that.

Bills are assembled, not written

Snap together a target, a means and a funding source to build thousands of bills. Ban cross-shareholding by large corporations and rent relief for small businesses come out of the same machine, and they cost you different voters. There is no clean bill — legislating is choosing who to lose. Every act you pass becomes material for the next one, and you can be the one who repeals it.

The Red File is never cleaned

The envelope you took, the case you buried, the trail you erased — all of it goes in the file. So does the good: the act you passed, the promise you kept, the person you saved. A single line from twenty years ago comes back on the front page thirty days before an election. The snowball is not something you roll. It is something that arrives.

The grilling — you wrote the questions

Sooner or later you sit down across from a prosecutor, an ethics panel, an ambush interview. What they open is not a script the game prepared. It is your own file. When their evidence is thin, denial works. When it is thick, denial becomes perjury. Concede, stay silent, or burn a piece of intel to hit back.

There is no win condition

Reaching the top is not an ending. It is a rung. This game measures one thing: how you are remembered when you die. One line on a headstone and an obituary are your score. You can die a reformer, a corrupt titan, or someone nobody bothered to write about.

An invented country. Real politics.

No real nation, no real party, no real person appears. Factions and nominations, the party line and rebel votes, whipping the floor and election night — only the rules are real.

Scenes

A back-room office lit by a single hanging bulb, with an old CRT computer, a filing cabinet and a folding steel desk. — It begins in a back room lit by a single bulb.

An interrogation room with a one-way mirror and a barred window. A cassette recorder and folders sit on a steel table, one empty chair opposite. — One empty chair, one barred shadow — here, the one asking holds the power.

An open ledger and loose papers under a desk lamp, beside an ashtray of stubs, a coffee cup and a rubber stamp. — An ashtray and a ledger: a day of decisions ends with one stamp.

A high-rise lounge bar overlooking a lit city at night, with shelves of bottles, leather sofas and an empty glass in the foreground. — Above the city lights, agreements are made without signatures.

A wet back alley lined with air-conditioning units and pipes. Orange light spills from a half-open door. — An alley with no sign but the orange light under a door.

A hospital waiting corridor with only some of the fluorescent lights working, receding into darkness past rows of empty chairs. — A half-lit corridor — this is what a cut budget looks like.

Three empty debate podiums standing in a row on a stage under three spotlights. — Three empty podiums, and the lights are already on.

Captured from a build in development. The final game may differ.

How it works

We write up the systems in detail — the hidden lifespan, the bill assembler, the Red File, the grilling, event chains, and why there's no win condition.

Read the system write-ups →

Fact sheet


Genre	Political simulation · life simulation · turn-based strategy
Platform	PC (Steam), Windows first
Modes	Singleplayer only. No accounts, no online requirement
Turn	One week per turn — roughly 2,600 turns in a life
Languages	English · Korean (interface and subtitles, no voice)
Status	In development
Developer	Termina

Content notice: text depictions of corruption, incarceration and crime. No sexual content, no graphic imagery.

Title, release date and price are not final. Content figures are measured against the current build and will be re-counted at release.