Tap the AI-generated nonsense before the timer runs out. Em dashes, “in today’s fast-paced world,” tortured metaphors, that one phrase ChatGPT says every single time — if it reeks of slop, hit it. Stack combos, climb the leaderboard, and laugh at how predictable the machines are.
Fast rounds. Sharp jokes. Zero patience for slop.
Quick bursts of slop-hunting. Easy to pick up between meetings, impossible to put down at 1am.
Chain correct taps to rack up score multipliers. Miss a beat and your combo resets — precision pays.
Climb a worldwide ranking with nothing but a nickname. No account, no email, no spam.
Earn badges for streaks, perfect rounds, and absurd feats of slop-spotting prowess.
An ever-growing catalogue of AI tells — from clichéd openers to that one em dash everyone notices.
No PII collected. No ads. No tracking SDKs. Just you, the slop, and a satisfying tap.
Three steps. No tutorial wall.
Each round drops a chunk of text. Some of it is human; some of it is AI doing its hardest to sound smart.
Spot the AI-isms — clichés, em dashes, tortured phrasing — and tap them before the timer dies.
Stack combos, earn badges, and post your run to the global leaderboard with a nickname of your choice.
A few moments from the slop trenches.

