The first thing that hits you is the font choice. It's like someone built a whole cyberpunk city out of raw HTML and forgot to style it. But that's part of the charm, honestly. You're a hacker, right, and you get hit with this mindware that fucks with your gender. From that point, every choice pulls you deeper into neon alleys where the sex is brutal and the pleasure is loud. I clicked through maybe six different paths before I realized the game wasn't holding my hand at all. It just drops you into a club with a throbbing bassline and says, figure it out.

The gender switch mechanic isn't just a gimmick. It changes how characters talk to you, what holes they offer, what you can take. One scene had me bent over a console while some chrome-jawed merc split me open, and the text didn't blink. It described the heat, the stretch, the way the city's ads flickered across my skin. Then I made a different choice and suddenly I was the one pinning a synth girl against a wet wall, her moans cut off by my hand. The writing doesn't pretend to be classy. It's raw and messy, like a cheap hookup in a server room.

The non-linear plot means you can loop back and ruin yourself differently. I forgot to mention the sci-fi angle, which is weird because the whole thing runs on corrupted code and wetware. The HTML presentation is ugly in a way that feels intentional, like a browser game from a decade ago that someone forgot to polish. I wish the sound design existed, but there's none. Just you and the words and the occasional flicker of a broken image link. Still, I kept clicking. Not because it was good, but because I wanted to see how much worse it could get. And it got worse. In the best way.