RuleUniverse feels like someone mashed Dragon Ball fanfiction, horny Twitter art and a half-finished Ren’Py project, then accidentally made it kind of addictive. You start as this lonely overachiever kid that reads like every shonen protagonist in history, then a demon scientist pops up and says, “hey, let’s stuff your body with DNA from the strongest fighters in the universe, what could go wrong.” It’s delightfully stupid in that fanfic way, but precisely because of that, it works. The game knows it’s a parody, it doesn’t try to pretend it’s “deep”, and then it suddenly throws in a line about destiny or guiding the universe and you’re like… alright, Toriyama-with-horny-mods, calm down.

The real fun is how transparently it worships its women. Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18, that whole legendary boob-and-ass pantheon is here, clearly shaped by someone who grew up pausing VHS at the worst places. The models are 3D and exaggerated as hell: huge tits, fat asses, those shiny anime lips that just scream “she’s going to suck him off in like two clicks.” Animated scenes actually move, not just two stiff characters rubbing like broken Sims; you get thrusting, jiggling, drool, that soft spit string when you pull out from a blowjob, all the little pervy details that tell you the dev really wanted this for themselves first. One moment you’re doing basic combat with ki blasts and energy auras, the next you’re balls-deep in Bulma in a lab, with wires and science junk in the background like that somehow makes it ethical. And the combat’s funny: it pretends to be serious, but all you’re thinking is “okay, how many fights until I unlock the next sex scene with Android 18.” Sometimes the sandbox part feels less like a “world” and more like a small playground with a fence around it, but the loops of walking around, clicking, triggering small events, slowly unlocking more lewd stuff… it scratched that same spot as old flash games I used to sneak at school on shitty browsers.

I kinda love how messy it is. The romance tries to act sentimental for a second, then five lines later you’re face-fucking a milf with magic powers while she moans like someone recorded it in a bathroom on a cheap mic. Dialog swings from “I will guide the universe” to “fuck me harder” without the slightest shame. Exploration is simple, a little repetitive, but I still kept wandering, poking every corner hoping there’s a hidden event where Chi-Chi finally snaps and rides the protagonist like he’s the last Saiyan on earth. Some text sounds like it was written at midnight by a dude half-remembering DBZ arcs from YouTube AMVs, which, honestly, is the right energy. I do wish the world reacted more to what you do, like if you bang Bulma enough, Vegeta starts showing up mad or something, but I know that kind of feature is exactly the thing that stays in the dev’s “maybe later” notes forever. Still, when you’re watching Android 18 slowly drop to her knees after you save her in a fight and she rewards you with this sloppy, animated blowjob, with her tits barely contained and that quiet smug smile when she swallows, it hits the trashy, horny, teen-power-fantasy nerve in a very specific way. It’s not elegant. It’s not smart. It’s like a wet doujin turned half-game, half-daydream, and somehow that’s exactly why it sticks.

I didn’t expect this parody to feel so weirdly personal. It’s supposed to be just another lewd sandbox thing with the My Hero Academia crew, right? But something about how the girls talk - especially Toga - feels like the dev actually gets what makes her tick. She’s not just a crazy fangirl; she’s got that teasing, dangerous tone that makes you hesitate before clicking the next dialogue option. I swear, when she leaned in during that scene in the alley, I actually froze. It’s not even about the graphics (they’re fine, not mind-blowing), it’s how the pacing lures you in. You think you’re just grinding reputation points or unlocking scenes with Mina, and suddenly you’re knee-deep in some morally questionable choice that makes you feel like a total degenerate. And then you keep playing anyway.

There’s this weird tension between being a hero student and doing all this filthy stuff. Like, Midnight showing up outta nowhere to “discipline” you - it’s half hilarious, half... yeah. I wish the audio cues didn’t loop so obviously though. It kinda kills the moment when you’re trying to focus on what’s happening and the same moan repeats like a ringtone. Still, when Momo starts acting shy and then flips - god, that part hit harder than it should’ve. I even caught myself grinning like an idiot. Then again, maybe I’m just too deep into this kind of thing. It’s not perfect; some dialogue feels like it was translated twice through Google, but maybe that’s part of the charm. Makes it feel raw, unfiltered, like a fan made it out of obsession instead of profit.

I saw someone on Reddit compare it to those old Flash-era parody games, but this one’s got more bite. Kyoka’s route especially - her attitude’s all sarcasm until you push her buttons right. Then she melts. It’s messy, inconsistent, and I honestly love that. Feels more real than the polished junk clogging Nutaku these days. I kinda wish there was a proper ending, but then again, I don’t. Some fantasies shouldn’t end clean.

Fuck me sideways, this game caught me completely off guard. Started it thinking "oh great, another post-apocalypse survival thing" but holy shit the BDSM elements hit different when you're trying not to die from radiation poisoning. Your female protagonist crawls out of some bunker and immediately the wasteland wants to tie her up and do unspeakable things. Which honestly? Sometimes that's preferable to getting shot by raiders, but the game makes you choose between keeping your dignity or keeping your pulse. The survival mechanics are brutal too - you're constantly managing food, weapons, sanity, and apparently how many times you've been collared this week.

What really gets me is how the choice system works. You think you're making smart survival decisions but then BAM, suddenly you're in some raider camp's sex dungeon because you trusted the wrong NPC. The game doesn't hold your hand either - make one wrong turn and you're either dead or wish you were dead, depending on what kinks the local warlord is into. There's this whole reputation system where being too submissive makes certain encounters easier but locks you out of others, while being too dominant gets you killed faster than you can say "safe word." Actually wait, do safe words even exist in the apocalypse? Asking for a friend.

The CG scenes are surprisingly detailed for what looks like it was made in someone's basement. Some of the BDSM stuff gets pretty intense - we're talking full rope bondage, power exchange, the works. But it's not just mindless porn either, the survival aspect keeps you invested because every sexual encounter could literally be your last if you piss off the wrong faction. Plus the Fallout-style aesthetic works way better with kinky content than it has any right to. Who knew nuclear winter and leather harnesses went so well together?

Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.