
2-minute matches. Real league.
Found your club, pick a kit, climb the MMR table. Walk into any stadium to watch matches happening live across the world.
WhatsLife is a pixel-art multiplayer life sim where you get a second shot at the whole thing. Grind a job, total a car, run for mayor, found a football club, open a shop, fall in love, get arrested, text your group chat about it — live a whole messy life with real humans, in real time. Same chaos as IRL. Way fewer consequences.

Your avatar ages in real time — one in-game year every twenty minutes. How you live changes how long you get. Hit the gym, cook real meals, sleep proper hours, keep your hygiene up — and you might see 80. Live on junk food, stress, and crime sprees — and you might not make 50.
When your time comes, you get a funeral. NPCs who liked you show up. A eulogy is read based on the life you actually lived. Then you pick an heir — a new character who inherits your name, your look, your cash, and your reputation. The city remembers you. The Ripple remembers you. Your story keeps going.

Every block is a system. Every shop is owned by a real player. Every match is live.

Found your club, pick a kit, climb the MMR table. Walk into any stadium to watch matches happening live across the world.

A pixel-perfect in-game phone with DMs, a feed, contacts, and apps. Talk to friends, hype your business, run your life.

Buy land, open a business, hire NPCs, run ads. Other players walk in, spend coins, leave reviews — and you get paid.

Sleep, shower, watch TV, cook. Stats save when you leave — pick up exactly where you left off.
Every NPC Non Player Character, not a real human player in WhatsLife has a soul. Memories. Beliefs. A favourite snack. A grudge. They wake up, check their phone, go to work, fall in love, hold opinions about you behind your back, and quietly wonder if any of this is real.
Spoiler: it isn't. But please don't tell them. Brenda from accounting is already having a rough week.

Every player gets a pixel-perfect phone. DM friends, scroll Fead, trade stocks, run hustles, manage your empire, check the footy, spin the wheel — there's an app for every part of your life in town. New ones drop in the Life Store.
A tiny slice of what's in the game right now. Everything persists. Everything is multiplayer. Everything saves itself, so you can panic-close the tab during a heist and pick up exactly where you left the cops.

Pull espresso, flip burgers, stamp passports at the DMV, suture wounds, drive a taxi, walk dogs, sell tickets, pour pints. Every job is a tiny minigame with real pay. Skill matters. Tip jars fill up. Bad shifts get you fired. Yes, you can quit by walking out mid-shift. We'll judge you. So will Brenda.

The vault doesn't crack itself. Crack the safe, grab the bag, sprint past the alarms, lose the cops in an alley, launder it at a corner shop you may or may not own. Get caught and you'll meet our justice system — actual courtroom, actual judge, actual jail with actual things to do inside. Boxing skills help. So does a good lawyer.

Visit the dealership, pick a hatchback, a coupe, or that cursed pink sports car nobody buys. Refuel, get pulled over for speeding, abandon it in a tow zone, retrieve it from the impound lot. Driving has traffic, lights, pedestrians who absolutely will walk in front of you, and a radio playing music you wrote in your head.

Stack enough coins and you can put your name on a deed. Move in, decorate, install a TV, a piano, a fridge you actually need to refill. Or buy it as an investment — property values shift, rents come in, and a well-timed flip can double your stack. Owning a home unlocks the bank card (no address, no banking). It's also the only place the cops aren't allowed to walk in uninvited. Probably.

Lost your job, blew your savings, can't afford rent? Welcome to the park bench, friend. You can sleep anywhere — bench, alley, doorway — but your hygiene tanks, your cash can be lifted by passing pickpockets, and the rain will absolutely find you. It's grim. It's also a great motivation to get back up. Or to take up boxing so nobody messes with you.

Walk into a cinema and sit with strangers watching a real pixel film play out on screen. Boo, cheer, eat popcorn. Same energy at the stadium — football matches happen live, in real time, across every world. Buy a ticket, grab a seat, watch a rival club get embarrassed by your underdog squad.

The pet store has a beagle, a tabby, a rabbit, a parrot. Adopt one and they become a real companion that follows you, gets hungry, gets bored, needs walks, and absolutely will judge you if you spend the rent on car upgrades. The dog walker job exists. So does the pet pound. Don't let your pet end up there.

You're a whole person now, which means you eat, you shower, you sleep, and yes — you need the toilet. Skip lunch and your screen starts to grey out. Skip the shower and people swipe away from you in the chat. Skip the bathroom long enough and… well, your hygiene bar will tell you a story. Sit-down meals heal more. Junk food is faster. You decide.

Spot an empty shop? Buy it. Set your business name, hire a manager, hire workers (real players or NPCs), set their cut. While you're offline, your employees keep ringing up sales and the till keeps filling. Pop into the Property Manager to claim payouts. Capitalism. With pixels.

Carry cash and the next mugger you meet on a dark street can absolutely take it. Bank it and it's safe. Order a card (you need a home address, sorry), tap to pay at any till, deposit and withdraw at the ATM. We modelled the whole thing on real banking, except friendlier and with fewer fees. (Zero fees. The fee is zero.)

The in-game stock market is a fully simulated trading floor with live tickers, volatile prices, and companies you can actually research. Buy shares in player-owned businesses, watch the market react to in-world events, and hopefully cash out before the bubble pops. Or don't. We have a bench for that.
Yes. Forever. We sell optional cosmetic coins for people who want a gold car. You don't need them. You will never need them. The gold car is ugly anyway.
Nope. Runs in your browser. On your phone. On the work laptop you should be using for work right now.
Sit in a café. Order a coffee. Watch the world. Read a book on the in-game Kindle. Nobody's making you do anything. The bench in the park is free.
They really do. Moods, memories, beliefs, opinions about you. Ask one a question, see what comes out. Don't be a jerk to them — they remember.
Legally? No. Spiritually? The beagle loves you and that's what matters.
You get a funeral. NPCs who liked you attend. A eulogy is read based on your actual life. Then you choose an heir — a new character who inherits your name, look, cash, and reputation. Your story continues. The city remembers. Or start completely fresh. Your call.
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Work, chat, drive, score goals. Save = automatic.
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