The mouse click feels hollow. That’s the first thing I notice. Not the big tits tag lying to me, not the 3DCG that looks like someone smeared vaseline on a PS2 memory, but the actual physical click of my trackpad. It’s a Macbook, the one with the busted haptic engine so every press is this mushy, unsatisfying thud. Fits the game, honestly. You’re this uni kid, dad’s dead, and you’re just… clicking through dialogue. The text boxes have this slight bounce animation, a little springy recoil that my finger almost feels through the glass. Weirdly nice.

The school setting is a ghost town of stock assets. I spent five minutes trying to clip my character’s shoulder through a vending machine just to feel something. The humour tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting, like Atlas with a slipped disc. There’s a bit where a side character makes a joke about a professor’s wig that landed with the grace of a dropped casserole. I laughed once, I think, but it might have been a cough. The whole thing is a story game first, they scream that from the rooftops, no sexual content yet. Yet. The word hangs there like a promise from a politician. My screen’s backlight is too harsh, a cold LED bleed that makes the big ass models look like mannequins in a morgue. I kept adjusting the angle, trying to get the fake subsurface scattering on their cheeks to look less like a fever dream.

There’s a relationship system, I guess. You meet people. The world changes slowly, which is code for “we’ll add the fap material in version 0.7.” The male protagonist has the emotional range of a wet brick. I found a hidden note in a desk drawer, a little lore crumb about his dad, and the paper texture was actually decent, a high-res scan that felt gritty against the otherwise plastic world. That was the peak. I scrolled Twitter on my phone for ten minutes while an auto-play dialogue tree about tuition fees droned on. The fan on my laptop kicked in, a warm little whirr against my palm, more engaging than the plot. Why is the UI font so tiny? I’m not a hawk.

James is the kind of guy you hate a little because everything sort of falls in his lap, and then you remember he’s also getting his ribs smashed on the field by 300-pound monsters and suddenly it feels fair. You play as this rookie football player who just landed in the big league, tossed in a locker room full of egos, cameras in his face, coaches screaming, and on top of that, every kind of girl in his orbit wanting a piece of him for completely different reasons. Some of them want his fame, some want his body, some want his baby, and a few are just bored and horny and like how his ass looks in tight pants. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art, it’s basically “can this dude win games, keep his dick under control, and still turn half the female cast into his personal breeding trophy cabinet” all at the same time. It’s shameless. I kinda respect how shameless it is. Then again, sometimes it feels like a hentai fever dream written in a locker room on a whiteboard, so yeah, don’t expect Pulitzer-level script.

What actually hooks you is how the story keeps tying sex to your performance on the field. You screw up a key pass in a game, miss the touchdown, and suddenly that stacked cheerleader who was all over you in the previous scene is like, “Maybe you’re only good with your mouth” and now the next scene has you on your knees proving her wrong while she sits on your face in her tight little sport uniform, pom poms forgotten on the floor. You nail a perfect game, though, throw three touchdowns, and boom, you’re in the VIP area of some club with a pair of big titty superfans arguing which one gets to ride you first without a condom because “a champion deserves a legacy.” It’s not just random sex thrown at you, it reacts to your choices and your game progress, even if the reaction is often: “you played well, here’s another wet hole.” The harem vibe goes hard here. You can be in the training facility talking route trees with your coach, then ten minutes later you’re in a hotel room with two thick, chocolate-skinned receivers’ sisters bouncing on you, one taking your cock raw, the other grinding on your face, both moaning about giving you “mixed babies with your superstar genes.” The game is pretty blunt with that kind of interracial stuff, it doesn’t tiptoe at all, it just leans into the fantasy like a drunk guy falling into a couch.

The wild thing is how normal moments suddenly turn filthy without much warning. There’s this early scene where you’re doing basic drills in practice, helmet on, sweat dripping, coach yelling at you to read the defense better. Feels like a sports sim for a second. Then practice ends, you go back to the locker room, and one of the team assistants, this Latina with a ridiculous big ass stuffed into tight leggings and a team hoodie, “accidentally” walks in while you’re in the shower. She pretends to be shocked for like two seconds, eyes glued to your cock, then starts talking about “recovery massage” and next thing, she’s on her knees between the lockers, water still running, giving you this sloppy, noisy blowjob while she strokes your balls and talks about how she wants to feel “the quarterback seed deep inside” her after the next win. Later, when you finally give it to her, the animation doesn’t shy away: full-on vaginal pounding, her ass jiggling with every thrust, her tits bouncing all over, her moaning about getting knocked up like it’s part of the game plan. And the game keeps stacking these women. A smug reporter who starts off grilling you in interviews then slowly ends up on her knees in the press office sucking your dick to “secure an exclusive.” A rival player’s girlfriend with massive boobs leaking out of her jersey crop top, grinding on your lap at a house party while her boyfriend plays beer pong in the next room, whispering that she wants to feel what a “real champion” feels like inside her. Half the time you’re building a stat line of yards and touchdowns, the other half is basically a pregnancy leaderboard in your head. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it knows exactly what it wants to be, and it just keeps throwing wide hips, tight sport outfits, and messy oral scenes at you like it’s running a no-huddle offense with your dick as the ball.

This thing feels like somebody took those old dating sims I used to click through on a shitty school PC, then said “ok, what if we actually made the date horny and awkward in a believable way” and then somehow made Sasha way hotter than she has any right to be. It starts slow, like real slow, with that weird first-date energy where you’re not sure if you’re supposed to look at her eyes or her tits, and the game just lets you sit in that tension. She talks, she jokes, she teases you a bit, and while you’re reading her lines your brain is quietly screaming “please, just lean forward again, that top is illegal.” The 3D look is not super glossy or perfect, more like high-quality fan project, but the animation on her chest when she laughs or leans in? Yeah, that’s the moment I took off my headphones and put them back on again, just to double check the little breathy sounds weren’t actually me. Her voice work is all moans and soft reactions, not real voice acting, but the way the sound is cut, some of those “mmh” noises hit right at the moment when you choose a bolder option, and it feels like she’s reacting to your courage. I sampled some of it straight into Reaper, and the wet sounds during oral are mixed cleaner than some mainstream porn on Pornhub, which is kind of funny for a short fan VN like this.

At some point, when you finally stop being a coward in the dialogue and push things a bit, the whole date flips from “cute cringe flirting” to “we’re definitely fucking tonight.” There’s this one scene where she shifts closer on the couch, her thigh touching yours, and the camera dips low for just a second, like some horny YouTuber editor cut the shot. That stupid little move sold the vibe for me more than any of the later full-on sex scenes. And once the clothes actually start coming off, they don’t waste time: tits in your face, handjob with slow, sticky SFX, her quietly gasping in your ear, and then a really lazy, indulgent titfuck where her breasts actually move instead of just sliding like plastic. The blowjob loops are short but tight, with this sloppy gulp sound that’s probably going to live rent-free in my sampler folder for months, even though I kinda hate how one of the loops ends abruptly like somebody clipped it too hard in Audacity. Vaginal and anal scenes have solid rhythm too, the slap of skin has weight, not that hollow “rubber meat” noise a lot of 3D games use. Sex finishes with that familiar “well, we’re in love now, I guess?” vibe that made me smile and roll my eyes at the same time, which is pretty much this whole thing: messy, horny, surprisingly sweet, a bit janky on the tiny details, and absolutely the kind of short date that leaves you closing your browser with your heart a bit warm and your dick kind of annoyed it’s over already.

This one feels like someone took all the filthy thoughts you scroll past on Twitter, mashed them into a visual novel, and then said "yeah, you’re not in charge here at all". You play as this guy who honestly exists mostly to be used, teased and broken in, and the game never pretends otherwise. The futa dommes run the whole show. They’re tall, cocky, stacked, walking porn logic with big tits that don’t care about gravity, big asses that push the camera right in your face, and that smug "you’re already hard, aren’t you?" attitude that just keeps poking your brain. Scenes jump around from soft teasing to straight up "lick my strap-on or I’ll make it worse", but it feels pretty natural in that porn logic way. One moment you’re getting your mouth used in POV like it’s some kind of tool, next moment someone is pulling your hair, calling you pretty boy and testing how far they can shove a toy in your ass while you try to talk. You won’t talk much.

The sci-fi vibe is there but it’s not nerdy lore dump, more like an excuse for weird tech toys and clinical-looking kink rooms. Futuristic cuffs that look too clean, latex bodysuits that probably auto-tighten, weird glowing plugs that you just know are not going to come out for a while. There’s this scene where you end up kneeling in front of two futas, both with heavy, dripping cocks, and you get ordered to "serve in sequence" while one of them lazily milks her own nipple and lets it run down your face. The lactation stuff hits suddenly, like, you think it’s just tit worship, then she grabs your head and smears milk over your lips and tells you that’s your "pre-breakfast". And the game treats that like the most normal thing. The group sex moments are chaotic in a fun way: someone in your ass, someone in your throat, someone sitting on your face just for "training", with you barely visible under all the big bodies and bigger dicks. There’s one older milf futa who absolutely steals the show, too. She talks to you like a bored teacher, slides a plug in you while asking simple questions, then pretends to be disappointed when you can’t answer because her cock is buried in your mouth and your eyes are crossing. She’s supposed to be "caring". She is, in that "I’ll turn you into my dumb little sissy pet" kind of caring. There is a sissification route that goes hard very fast: panties, stockings, collars, being made to walk around with a vibe inside and sit politely while they talk about you like furniture. You get teased, denied, milked, stretched, made to worship balls like that’s your religion now. And somehow it just keeps going, like the game is looking at you and saying "you’re gonna click the next scene anyway, aren’t you?"

Oral, anal, toys, futa-on-futa while you watch helpless, POV angles that make you feel like your only job is to open wide and take it, all wrapped in this slightly cold sci-fi setting that just makes the humiliation feel sharper. The writing doesn’t baby you. They call you names. They laugh when you cum too fast. Sometimes the camera just stays on their expressions while you hear yourself choking in the background and it hits harder than any close-up. A couple of scenes drag a bit and repeat the same "oh, you’re so weak" lines, but then there’s that one moment where three of them decide you’re a perfect toy to share, line up around you, and you’re pinned down under big tits, heavy thighs and leaking cocks, and any small complaint you had in your head just turns into white noise. It feels less like a heroic story and more like signing a contract you never read where the fine print says: you’re the cum dumpster, they’re the queens, and the only real choice you have is which one ruins you first.

This one feels like somebody mashed together a horny Pokémon fever dream, way too much porn on Twitter, and a Ren’Py project they barely planned, then somehow it all works better than it should. You’re the usual male MC, but instead of “gotta catch ’em all”, it’s more like “gotta own their asses, hearts, and probably their browser history”. The girls are kind of like twisted gym leaders that never made it into Nintendo, each with their own flavor of femdom and teasing, and the routes are where things get nasty in very different ways. I started on the corruption route by accident, clicked the wrong choice while half distracted on Telegram, and suddenly my “pure” heroine is getting slowly pushed into flashing under a streetlight because she lost a stupid bet. It escalates from “just show a little skin, no one will notice” to “ok, now keep your panties in your bag and act normal while I pretend I’m not staring”. The voyeur stuff hits you when you realize the game is really into letting you watch instead of touch, like that moment when you’re hiding behind some lockers, seeing her kneel for someone else, and the text keeps reminding you that this was technically your idea. It feels trashy and mean and then right after that it slaps you with a cute romance line and your brain short circuits.

The girls love route is where my collector brain went nuts, though. I’m that idiot who screenshots every half-second when the censor bar appears at the worst possible place, so when two heroines start playing “truth or dare but actually just dare” on a roof, it turned into a full folder. They tease each other so much you almost forget you, the protagonist, exist, and in one scene they literally push you to the side so they can make out in front of a camera you set up. It’s like netorase but with you as the cameraman and emotional support, which sounds hot and stupid and it is both. I messed up a dialogue choice in one of those scenes, picked something like “go harder” instead of “take a break”, and that tiny decision locked me into a weirdly sweet ending where they keep you as their toy while still acting like girlfriends with each other. The harem route is different again, more like a messy group chat that turned into a cult. All the girls orbit around you, but the femdom vibe never fully disappears, so you’re “leader” on paper while they make you beg for basic things like kisses. You get a scene where the whole group forces you to sit and watch them “compare skills”, taking turns riding you and then laughing about who leaves you more ruined, and I swear the game teased a Pokémon reference then forgot it, like it wanted to do a type matchup joke and just bailed. Some of the writing is clunky, a few CGs look like the AI generator sneezed on a hand, the textbox font is ugly and I hate it, and yet I kept chasing endings like a lunatic because every route throws at least one moment where you’re peeking through a crack in the door, heart pounding, while the girl you thought you owned moans another guy’s name with that little smirk that says she knows you’re there. The romance is real, then it isn’t, then it is again, like your libido and your jealousy logged into the same account and started fighting over the save file.

Game feels like someone smashed a horny Mass Effect fanfic into a science podcast and then just refused to cut anything. You start as this guy who is way too normal to suddenly be the center of an interstellar harem, and the game just leans into that. First scene I got whiplash because it goes from “here’s how this red dwarf system works” to “oh, she’s naked and her boobs are actually bouncing in the animation” in like two clicks. And it kinda works? The aliens are not just green humans, they’re weird, they move weird, skin patterns shimmer, the eyes track you, and then you realize the first time she goes down on you she’s actually studying you like a lab sample while sucking your dick. Felt like getting a blowjob from a very horny biology teacher who won’t shut up about comparative anatomy.

The sandbox side is funny, because you think “ok I’m gonna grind stats” and instead you end up scheduling who you’re eating with, who you’re fucking, and who you’re accidentally flashing because exhibition culture here is cranked up to eleven. I was walking my MC across a habitat ring, clicked the “relax” option, and suddenly we’re on a balcony that’s basically a public catwalk. Two monster girls with big purple tits are sunbathing under black-leaf trees, and the game lets you just sit there and stare. Full voyeur mode, camera angles slowly drifting, ambient chit-chat about terraforming while your dick is just fully hard. Then one of them notices you, calls you out for “just watching” and ten lines later she’s guiding your hand between her thighs. No fade to black, just full on groping, and her girlfriend leans in to kiss you while she fingers your ass. I actually laughed because the text is talking about cultural consent norms and I’m just there mashing “continue” with one hand.

My favorite messed up moment was in this “cultural exchange workshop” thing. Looks like a boring lecture, you sit with two humans and three aliens, and I was ready to alt tab to Discord. Then it turns into a roleplay exercise about intimacy styles. They pair you with this tall monster girl who looks soft but talks like a therapist. She asks your MC about anxiety, social stuff, then just casually pulls out a box of sex toys like it’s a PowerPoint slide. She explains why each one exists in their society, scientifically, and then tells you the “proper” way to test them is practical, not theoretical. Cut to: she’s riding you in slow, looping animation, with a toy inside her and a different toy pressed against your balls, while another girl takes notes. And by “notes” I mean she’s going down on the other human girl in the corner, pausing to ask questions about your endurance. It’s a full harem pile before anyone calls it that. There’s this lesbian side scene too, where you just watch two aliens go at it in a zero-g bath, boobs drifting gently while the game rambles about fluid dynamics. Super hot and also way too nerdy, I actually had to google one term afterward.

The RPG bits are kinda scuffed in a charming way. You make a “communication choice” and it secretly changes who invites you to the next group sex “social.” I picked the empathetic answer once and it unlocked a quiet talk about trauma that somehow turned into a really intimate vaginal scene on a couch, with her guiding your rhythm and giving you actual dating advice mid thrust. Another time I picked the horny option and the same girl basically turned you into a public toy, riding you in a semi-open plaza while people pretend not to stare. That plaza scene is insane, by the way. There’s a subtle camera pan that lets you see background NPCs pretending to check their wrist devices while totally watching you fuck. Full exhibitionism, and the game just treats it as normal cultural behavior. You can be a total creep and just wander halls to peep into windows, catching quick loops of alien girls fingering themselves or playing with gadgets that definitely are not for “medical use.”

It’s messy, chatty, weirdly educational and then suddenly someone with four arms is holding you in place so two of her friends can take turns sucking you off while lecturing you about bonobos. I kept thinking “ok, this is too much text” and then stayed because an animated tongue flickered on screen at just the right moment. It feels like watching a lewd sci fi series on Netflix and Pornhub at the same time, in the same tab, and neither side cares if the other is talking over it.

New city, same husband, totally different rules. Elis shows up thinking she’s just changing her postal code, and pretty fast the game starts poking at that “perfect wife” image until it looks like cheap wallpaper after a humid summer. I liked how normal she feels at the start: checking messages, planning dinner, worrying if her dress is too tight for meeting the new neighbor. Then that neighbor actually shows up, eyes going straight to her tits, staying there way too long, and the game just lets the silence hang. You can brush it off with polite small talk, or lean into it a little, let her notice how wet she suddenly gets from some guy basically undressing her with his stare. It’s not subtle at all, but it works, in a trashy soap opera way. Then it pretends to be about romance, which is kind of funny, because half of the “romantic” routes feel like slow, sweet corruption with better lighting.

Mia is a whole different headache. The first time you control her, she’s arguing on text, half naked on her bed with her ass pointed at the camera like the game forgot any sense of shame. Her story is more about bad decisions stacking up. That moment where she gets pressed against the crowded bus pole and some stranger’s hand “accidentally” slides over her ass and just stays there a second too long? You get a prompt and you know exactly what it’s asking: pull away, or let him feel her a bit more. And the worst part is that the slow grope scene that follows if you give in is actually well done, the kind of teasing that pisses you off because the game clearly enjoys her losing control in public. Everyone pretends they don’t notice, her nipples pushing against the fabric while the guy’s fingers dig into her cheek through those tight jeans. I kind of hated it. I kind of replayed it three times. The translation in that part has Mia calling the guy “sir” out of nowhere, which sounds like she’s in a different genre, but whatever, I stopped caring after the third squeeze.

The netorare bits sneak up on you. One evening, Elis is just hanging laundry on the tiny balcony, looking absolutely stacked in this thin top, and the neighbor from before is downstairs smoking, staring right up. You can text the husband something sweet at the same time, little hearts and “miss you” messages, while choosing if she bends lower so her huge tits bounce a bit more and her ass fills the screen. There is this awful, delicious shot where her phone shows the husband saying he trusts her completely, while the neighbor’s hand is already on her hip, sliding down, fingers sneaking toward that soft curve of her ass. No background music, just the wet sound of his palm grabbing a handful and her breathing getting shaky. It should feel tragic, but the camera lingers so long it crosses into pure porn. Sometimes the game pretends you have a “romance” route, but then gives you a scene where she’s pinned against the wall, dress pulled up, some other man grinding on her from behind while she bites her lip and tries not to scream his name louder than her husband’s. I wanted a bit more build up in some choices, yet at the same time I don’t, because that slow motion hand traveling from waist to ass in the kitchen while her kid is in the next room kind of burned into my brain. The whole thing feels like a trashy Telegram fanfic someone translated in Google then fixed by hand, but in a good way, like Pornhub comments that suddenly get very emotional for no reason. Anyway, try not to get too attached to anyone’s “loyalty” here. Or do. The game doesn’t care.

There’s this weird comfort in a porn game that starts after everything important already died. Cities gone, humans gone, just horny robots wandering around in the leftovers of history like “yeah ok, but who’s filming the next blowjob scene.” Dating of the Future drops you right into that vibe with Vee, this camera girl who is supposed to just stay behind the lens and suddenly everyone wants to fuck her on screen, off screen, in corridors with flickering neon and in front of glass walls where literally half a district can watch. The game never pretends to be classy. You get futa androids with shiny cocks bigger than their thighs, soft monster girls with too many eyes but a really nice tongue game, and a main character whose tits are drawn with such obsession it feels like the artist personally worships them every morning before coffee. You’re clicking through emails, going to shoots, trying to make “professional connections” that somehow always end up with someone face down on a counter and some combination of mouths, hands and metal dicks inside them.

One of my favorite early scenes is stupidly small: Vee is in this cluttered studio arguing with a grumpy lighting bot about color temperature, and in the background there’s a futanari performer stretching on a crate. Nothing special at first, just dusty future-junk, cables, posters. Then the futa girl starts messing with Vee, asking if she’s “ever tried being on the other side of the camera,” teasing her while slowly pulling her tight shorts down. There’s a beat where Vee’s pretending to stay professional, holding the camera with shaking hands, then you get this hard cut to her on her knees, cum dripping on her cheeks, the lens tilted useless to the ceiling. It feels messy in a good way. Like, the game knows porn sets are chaotic and lewd and also kind of awkward. Same thing happens later in that lesbian shower scene where the water pressure is total garbage, the steam looks nice, and the real highlight is this ridiculously long build-up of teasing. Fingers sliding just almost inside, tongue hovering close, one of them complaining about the temperature while the other is grinding against the glass door so hard her ass leaves a fog print. And then, completely casually, some other robot walks past and pretends not to stare through the half open door. Exhibitionism here never feels like a special kink button, it’s just… the world. If you’re getting railed on a balcony during a neon storm with a tentacle-armed girl stuffing your pussy and a futa shoving into your mouth at the same time, of course someone is watching from another roof, probably recording it for “art reasons.”

What I like is how the game keeps mixing horny with this strange sadness and then forgetting it did that. You’ll have a long, almost tender date with a big-ass cyborg bartender, talking about how she was built only to serve, how she’s still scared of wanting things for herself, touching her huge hips under the bar, and just when it gets emotional she straight up invites you to fuck her behind the counter while the bar’s auto-systems serve customers. You can lick her clit until she’s whining, slip toys inside her, end up filling her with a creampie that literally overflows down her metal thighs, and right after, she sends you this cute, badly formatted email with too many emojis that made me weirdly fond of her. Then there’s another route where you jump into some pseudo-spiritual nonsense with a monster girl from the scrapyard, and it turns into this multi-penetration ritual under a cracked billboard. Her tail is inside you, something else pressed against your throat, her hand between your legs, your body bent in a shape that would kill a human spine, and mid-orgasm she talks about “breaking old programming” like a drunk philosophy major. Not every joke lands, some of the humor is very “haha sex robots” and a couple of scenes feel like they wanted to be kinkier than they actually are, but when the game goes all in, it really goes. The teasing is cruel in the fun way, the oral scenes have a lot of focus on lips, drool, sloppy noise, and there is one ridiculous blowjob where your character ends up spitting lube on a lens because you forgot you’re still holding the camera. Honestly, it’s messy, horny, a bit emotionally unstable, and that’s exactly why I kept clicking through every route like a degenerate on a mission.

Elsa is the kind of girl who looks like she has her shit together, nice outfit, good grades, that calm “teacher’s favorite” aura, but you can tell from the first scene that her brain is loud as hell. The game drops you right into her school life without a big speech or a wall of text, just her walking down the corridor, phone in hand, pretending not to notice every hungry stare. She plays the good girl act in uniform, but the camera already knows better. Little details sell it: the way she tugs the skirt down when a teacher walks by, then lets it ride up again near the lockers, the way she “accidentally” leans over in class for that one student who always sits too far back. It is not subtle. It is also not polite.

Most of the fun comes from that long, slow teasing rhythm where nothing is fully explicit for a while, but everything is filthy in the head. You get these branching dialogue moments where you decide how bold she is, like choosing whether she answers the older math teacher’s question with normal eye contact or holds his gaze half a second too long while pressing her thighs together under the desk. One little click and suddenly the next animated scene has him standing too close, “adjusting” her posture from behind, big hands on her hips, Elsa pretending she is bothered while the camera lingers way too long on her ass. The animations are surprisingly smooth in some parts and then weirdly stiff in others, like someone spent a week perfecting jiggle physics and then got bored rigging elbows. It kind of fits the vibe though, messy but horny, like Pornhub shot in a school computer lab.

There is a decent amount of MILF content, although the game acts like it is a side dish. The older woman at school, clearly not just a teacher, has that “I know what you did in the bathroom stall” energy and the game milks it. You get a scene where Elsa is called to her office for “counseling” and the camera keeps cutting between Elsa’s nervous knees and the woman’s slow smirk. When the interaction finally turns openly sexual, it is not soft at all, more like the older woman using Elsa as stress relief, pushing her down on the couch, hiking the skirt up like it was never meant to be worn in the first place. The sounds in that scene are a bit over the top, moans dialed to 11, but you stop caring when the tongue work animation kicks in. One nice touch: Elsa’s internal monologue pops up sometimes during the sex scenes too, like her thinking “I should say no” at the exact moment you click the “go further” option. It makes you feel a bit complicit, in a good, dirty-browser-history kind of way. The school setting never pretends to be realistic. Classrooms stay mysteriously empty whenever the plot wants to get pervy, hallways turn into catwalks for Elsa’s ass, and nobody ever questions why she keeps coming back to that one locked storage room with the conveniently placed desk. Anyway, by the time you realize her “self discovery” is mostly “discovering how many people want to rail her in every corner of campus,” you are already clicking the next choice.