The whole thing feels like someone took a Selena Gomez lookalike, a heist movie, and a crusty sock, then mashed them together in a program that crashes if you click too fast. Grand Fuck Auto. That name. It’s so stupid it loops back around to being genius, but the game itself is a demo that forgets it’s a demo halfway through. You’re this broke dude who joins a crew of robbers because rent is due, a plot point that hits a little too real. The crew is two guys and this woman, the driver, who is drawn with the kind of exaggerated curves that make you wonder if the artist has ever seen a real spine. Her face is supposed to be Selena but more beautiful, which in CG hentai terms means her eyes are 40% larger and she’s got this permanent, vacant pout.

The bank job goes smooth until it doesn’t. A manager hits a silent alarm. Suddenly you’re in a shooter segment that controls like you’re steering a shopping cart with a broken wheel. But the real crime isn’t the robbery, it’s the sudden shift to a beach. I clicked something, I don’t know what, and the screen just bled into this bright, sandy scene where the Selena clone is in a bikini that’s basically dental floss. The anal tag isn’t a suggestion, it’s a promise the game keeps with the enthusiasm of a dog humping a leg. The visual novel parts are just walls of text with spelling errors that make you feel like you’re reading a ransom note. “You and your friends are in dilemma.” Yes. We are.

I wish the criminal element was more than just a backdrop for the next sex scene. You never really feel like a master thief, just a horny guy who accidentally wandered onto a porno set. The adventure tag is a lie, it’s a straight line from the vault to a very specific kind of vault. I kept playing, not because it was good, but because I was genuinely baffled by what broken animation would play next. The sound design is just a single looping track that I’m pretty sure is from a royalty free CD titled “Saxy Seduction 4.” It cuts out abruptly during the anal scene, leaving just the wet slapping sounds, which is somehow more honest.