The first time you actually have to trace a dolphin on some lady's left cheek while the town council debates zoning laws, you realize this isn't just another click through the dialogue sim. Leo Pujols walks into Las Nalgas with a dream and a tattoo gun and immediately the whole place loses its mind. Collective S.H.A.R.T. is out here acting like he's summoning demons instead of putting little butterflies on asses. The whole thing is so stupidly sincere I couldn't stop playing.

The drawing mechanic is janky as hell. My lines looked like a drunk spider wandered across the screen and the game had the nerve to say "nice work" with a straight face. I respect that. There's something about messing up a tribal design while a character monologues about art censorship that hits different. The anal focus tag isn't kidding around either, every single canvas is a butt, every conversation circles back to butts, the election subplot somehow involves butts. It's like the devs asked what if we made a visual novel but the entire world revolves around posterior art and then actually committed to the bit.

Voice acting would've killed me. The soundtrack is whatever, some lo-fi beats that fade into background noise while you're trying to decide if Leo should flirt with the baker or argue with the protestors. The humor lands about sixty percent of the time which is better than most games that try this hard. Some jokes feel like they were written at 4am after too much coffee and not enough sleep, you know the energy. The tattoo designs get repetitive faster than they should and I wish there was more variety in the flash options but honestly I'm not here for artistic fulfillment. I'm here because a game called itself a butthole tattoo parlor simulator and I needed to see if it would actually go there. It does. Repeatedly. The mystery subplot about the attack feels tacked on but then again so does everything in Las Nalgas and that's kind of the point isn't it.