Dawn Chorus: Halloween feels like that one horny weekend trip you still think about years later, except it happens in the middle of cold-ass Norway and everyone is a fluffy guy with problems and a nice ass. You play as this bird dude dropped into a science camp above the arctic circle, staying in a guesthouse that looks way too cozy for how much pent-up sexual tension is inside. Snow outside, warm rooms, awkward nerd energy, guys in hoodies, the kind of setting where a simple “hey, wanna share a blanket” suddenly feels like foreplay. It sells itself as wholesome, and yeah, there are sweet moments, but the whole thing sits right on that edge where a shy hand brush on the couch feels filthier than straight-up porn. You’re hanging around with other guys, all furry, all different vibes: the quiet one who looks like he’d break if you kissed him too hard, the friend from your past who knows exactly which buttons to push, the one who tries to act normal during a ghost story but his tail is puffed up to hell. The Halloween angle lets the game push the tension harder: dim lights, fake horror stories, people crammed together in too-small rooms, everyone pretending they’re scared of ghosts when they’re actually terrified of being the first one to say “I like you, like you.”

The lewd part is less “dicks in your face in two clicks” and more “I’m horny because he sat a little too close during the horror movie.” You pick dialogue, you choose who you stick with during night walks, who you follow when they sneak off the living room, and the payoffs feel earned. There are scenes where you stand outside in the cold, breath fogging in the air, this big furry guy beside you, shoulders touching, and the game just lets you sit there in that painful, delicious almost-kiss. Then later it actually lets you go further, and when the clothes start coming off it feels like finally scratching a deep itch. Some routes get very gay and very direct, like hands wandering under blankets and heavy breathing in a guesthouse corridor that really needs better soundproofing. One moment you’re listening to some dumb campfire story, next moment you’re pressed against a wall, kissing so hard you forget the damn ghost subplot even existed. It annoyed me when a choice I thought was flirty turned out to be just “good friend” energy and nothing spicy came out of it, and the pacing sometimes feels like edging for too long, but at the same time that slow burn makes the first time you actually get your tongue in someone’s mouth hit way harder. It’s a cozy Halloween, gay furry romance where the real horror is how turned on you get from a shy smile and a tail twitch.