What even is a H-scene in a game that looks like a sketchpad was left out in the rain. That's the first thought, staring at the title screen. Lines wobble, colors bleed outside the borders like a toddler got hold of a highlighter. And the premise is dumber than a sack of hammers. Some dude at a comic con gets zapped and turns into his own OC. Don't do not steal. Fine, whatever, I'm not here for literary awards.

The groping mechanics are where it goes from confusing to genuinely funny. You get this weird hand cursor, all shaky and imprecise, and you're supposed to, well, cop a feel of Power Girl. Her tits are massive, drawn with this absurd, top heavy logic where her spine should be snapping like a dry twig. The collision detection is a mess. Half the time you're clicking on her shoulder and the game thinks you're trying to tweak a nipple. It's clumsy, sure. But there's this one scene with Tifa behind the bar at the convention, and the whole thing is so janky and awkwardly silent it loops back around to being hot. Like finding a crumpled up dirty drawing in a high school notebook. The Black Cat segment later on has a single frame of animation where her back arches that had me more invested than any AAA game this year. Then you're back to some weird ghost boy from that one show floating around, and the whole fever dream resets.

The Pokemon parody character shows up for like five seconds. Total waste. I spent more time than I'd like to admit trying to get a reaction out of Jessie, just pixel hunting on her ridiculous hair. The whole thing runs in a browser window, probably next to three tabs of way better art, but I didn't close it. The male protagonist is a complete blank slate, a nothing character, which somehow fits the whole "I've made a terrible mistake" energy of the plot. It's a trash fire. A sticky, unpolished trash fire that knows exactly what it is and doesn't apologize. Wish there was a save function though. My finger slipped and I lost all my progress right after the Helena bit.