Built by Dylan Jonesfor the Meta VR Start Competition

Clear your inbox
with a katana.

Put on a headset and your unread email flies at you, one letter at a time. Hit the junk. Grab the ones that matter and throw them to keep them. Ten letters later you are done.

PLAY IN BROWSER

Open this page in a Quest’s browser to play in VR. On a laptop, X cuts and C keeps.

Without a code from your AI agent, you play a demo inbox.

Watch one inbox get cleared.

Ten emails, from the countdown to the last one.

Clear your inbox, one game at a time.

  1. 01

    Ask your agent

    Tell an AI agent that can read your email to set up a game. It writes a card for each of your newest unread emails and gives you a 4-digit code. Type the code into the game.

    No agent? The game plays a demo inbox.

  2. 02

    Play two rounds

    In round one every email flies at you, and you cut it or keep it. In round two the ones you kept come back to be answered. You stay in your chair for both.

  3. 03

    Tell your agent you’re done

    It lists what you chose: archive these six, reply to Sam, leave three. Say OK and it does it.

The controls

Left hand

A left hand reaching for an email
GrabReach towards a letter and squeeze.
A left hand holding an email up close
ReadIt comes up close enough to read.
A left hand throwing an email away, the email glowing gold
ThrowThrow it anywhere to keep it. It flashes gold.

Right hand

A right hand swinging a katana through an email, cutting it in two in a burst of cherry blossom
Slash and destroySwing through the email and it is gone. The level decides what you swing.

The rounds

Round 1

Your unread emails fly in from the middle of the scene, one after another. Cut the junk. Grab the ones that matter, read them, and throw them to keep them.

Round 2

Each email you kept comes back with two replies already written. Hold the email against one to choose it. Hold it against the microphone to say your own. Throw it away and it waits until tomorrow.

What your agent does after

Cut
Archived, not deleted.
Kept
Left alone. Still unread.
Replied
Sent, or saved as a draft. Your agent asks which.
Later
Left alone.

The game itself never touches your inbox. Quit halfway and your agent gets nothing to act on.

It has read your mail before you pick up the sword.

Your agent makes the cards

The game never connects to your inbox. Your own AI agent reads your unread mail and writes a card for each email: the sender, the gist, and one of eleven types.

  • Work
  • Personal
  • Newsletter
  • Spam
  • Promo
  • Receipt
  • Bill
  • Tracking
  • Social
  • Calendar
  • Alert

Two replies, written before you start

For mail from a person, your agent writes two short replies. In round two you hold the email against the one you want.

Say it, and it becomes an email

Hold an email against the microphone and talk. Your words appear as you say them, and are then tidied into a reply.

Deleted when you finish

Your agent sends a short summary of each email, never the whole thing. The server deletes them the moment your game ends, and deletes your choices 10 minutes after your agent reads them.

  • No sign-in, and no access to your mailbox
  • Each email goes under a number only your agent can match to the real one
  • The one model on our side writes up your spoken replies, with zero data retention
  • Your agent is told to check with you before it archives or replies

Anyone whose AI agent can read their email can play their own inbox. Everyone else plays the same demo inbox. The microphone is on in agent games and for judges, and off in the public demo to keep the audio bill small.

Email is easier to face when you can hit it.

An unread count follows you around all day. Inbox Zero turns it into one sitting. Put the headset on, deal with ten emails, take it off.

One game a day

A game is ten emails, and then it stops. There is a countdown, the letters, and a last one. Nothing loads underneath it, and there is no streak to keep alive.

Built for Leisure Lovers

Meta sorted Quest players into four groups. Leisure Lovers play alone, in short sessions, to wind down. It is a large group, and Meta says few of them are on Quest yet.

  • You play alone
  • You stay in your chair
  • A game is ten emails long
  • It is free, and runs in the browser
  • The best score is zero
Meta’s 2025 player segments ↗

A game that leaves work done

The competition has a gaming track and a productivity track. Inbox Zero belongs in both. You swing a sword for a few minutes, and afterwards your junk is archived and your replies are drafted.

Cut it, smash it, melt it, burn it or punch it.

There are eight levels. The rules are the same in all of them. The room and the weapon change. Point at one to try its weapon.

Kyoto Nights: the level’s painted backdrop

Kyoto Nights

It has just stopped raining in the courtyard. Letters drift in over the pond, you draw a katana, and the spam leaves in a cloud of cherry blossom.

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Keyboard Smash: the level’s painted backdrop

Keyboard Smash

The office CRT will not stop receiving, and somebody has replied all again. Pick up the beige keyboard and hit the email with it, and the monitor takes the beating too.

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The Haunted Hall: the level’s painted backdrop

The Haunted Hall

Royal dispatches float down a candlelit corridor in haunted picture frames. Most of them are bills. You have a knight’s sword and no patience.

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Toxic Danger: the level’s painted backdrop

Toxic Danger

Something in the containment chamber keeps sending mail, and the junk is radioactive. One squirt from the spray gun and it froths over, melts and drips away.

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Super Space: the level’s painted backdrop

Super Space

You are at warp, the stars are streaks, and the transmissions keep coming. Light the saber and cut them out of the sky.

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Inferno: the level’s painted backdrop

Inferno

Mail drops down a chute into a furnace hall. You are holding a flame thrower. Junk mail turns out to be highly flammable.

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LumberHack: the level’s painted backdrop

LumberHack

Golden hour in a timber yard. The post flies out of the barn’s hatch, and you split it with an axe while the leaves come down.

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