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A search engine built on its own independent index with no profiling of searchers, and filters that let anyone re-rank results by their own rules.

People staple bread to trees and photograph it. There is no deeper explanation available and no sign of it stopping.

A German board game world that has hosted Carcassonne and Puerto Rico since 2001, complete with a slightly baffling lobby.

Where the bridge world actually plays: free tables at every hour, tournaments, and teaching rooms of remarkable patience.

The write-draw-write chain game that predates the current crop, still running, still free and still producing pure nonsense.

Brown bears standing in an Alaskan waterfall catching salmon in mid-air, live from Katmai, and the reason Fat Bear Week exists.

One page per leak channel — WebGL, canvas, WebRTC, DNS — each showing precisely what your browser hands over without being asked.

Every recipe costed per serving and per batch, with step photos throughout. Built for people cooking against an actual number.

Weaponised arcade racing around an open city, with the loud handling model of a mid-2000s console game.

Chuck banknotes into an open grave with the mouse, accompanied by an unreasonably committed soundtrack.

Plays the notification sounds of Slack, email and Teams on a loop so it sounds like somebody urgently needs you.

Enormous plain-text library explaining what every placement and aspect is supposed to mean, unpaywalled since the early 2000s.

The Second World War version of the same slow, sprawling map game, with research trees and alliances that rarely survive contact.

A breathing bubble with adjustable pace, sitting on a page that mercifully does not require the app to work.

A collage assembled entirely from GeoCities pages — every GIF, marquee and tiled background salvaged and put back to work.

Type any web feature and see which browsers support it, version by version, alongside how many people actually use each one.

Two near-identical interfaces, one of them subtly wrong. Getting past the third level takes an unreasonable amount of care.

Opens as ASCII candy counting up on a blank page and quietly becomes a full role-playing game with a sea, a shop and a dragon.

Turns a snippet of code into a tidy image with your choice of theme, font and window frame. The tool behind a lot of shared code screenshots.

Thirty-odd card games with competent bots, no accounts and nothing covering the table. The default answer to fancying a game.

Cut-out cats rain down and bounce off the bottom of the screen, and you can grab one and fling it at the others.

A free endpoint that returns one cat fact per request, which is how every cat-facts prank bot ever built gets built.

Twenty years of forensic argument about how tall film stars really are, with photographic evidence and footwear analysis.

Estimated fortunes for anybody famous, sourced loosely, and impossible to stop clicking once you look up the first one.

The four-day jam game that grew into Celeste: thirty screens of very precise dashing, running in the page at PICO-8 resolution.

Anime avatar makers with genuinely good line art, including versions that output something usable as a profile picture.

Per-component checklists — buttons, forms, cards, empty states — covering the things everyone forgets until review.

A stocked chemistry bench in the browser where you can mix reagents and get it badly wrong at no cost.

Chess tactics training with a rating that goes down, plus an endgame trainer that reveals exactly how much you do not know.

The default chess address for most of the planet, with a bot for every skill level and puzzles that will quietly humble you.

Nearly a million recorded games from four centuries of chess, replayable move by move, with the real arguments in the comments.

A chihuahua rotating to a dance track, which was apparently a complete website idea in 2013 and somehow still is.

Long branching novels where your stats matter and the prose does not embarrass itself; a good number play free in the browser.

Community-written choose-your-path stories with ratings, which is the only thing keeping the good ones above the fan fiction.

Google's stripped-back sketchpad — pencil, pen, marker, chalk — with pressure support and absolutely no other features.

The offline dinosaur from Chrome's error page, playable while you still have a perfectly good connection.

Fourteen small experiments — spectrogram, harmonics, arpeggios — that explain how music works by letting you break it.

A history map with a timeline slider, layered with rulers, religions, battles and linked encyclopedia articles.

Scanned American newspapers from 1770 to 1963, full-text searchable, which is a dangerous thing to discover on a weeknight.

Five photographs, one question each: what year was this taken? Points scale with how close you land, and the cars always give it away.

How far you can get by train from any European station in five hours, drawn as coloured bands. Ruinous for an afternoon's productivity.

Parody religion with its own prophet, apocalypse date and merchandise, committed to the bit long enough that you stop being sure.

Open-city driving with traffic and no mission attached, for when you want to obey a speed limit in peace.

Video walks through a real city, and your job is to work out which one from the shopfronts, number plates and pedestrians.

Renders every road in any city as white lines on black and nothing else, which turns an ordinary street plan into unexpectedly good art.

Decades of adverts preserved exactly as broadcast, including the jingles you will regret having remembered.

Several thousand DOS, Amiga and console titles catalogued with screenshots, each playable without leaving the page.

Paint over the tourist, the bin or the power line and it fills in whatever should have been behind them.