I gotta say, the whole premise of D20 Magic Dice is so stupid it wraps back around to genius. You're at a party, then poof, white void, and a sentient D20 is reading your mind and making your horny thoughts real. It's the kind of setup that makes you snort, but then you're clicking through and suddenly Tsunade is there with her absolutely ridiculous chest barely contained, and you stop caring about logic.

The art is deliberately rough in places, like someone sketched it while very, very focused on specific anatomy. And honestly? That's the charm. When Makima from Chainsaw Man shows up with that dead eyed stare and proportions that defy physics, the janky linework somehow makes it hotter than a polished render would. The uncensored scenes don't try to be artistic, they just deliver exactly what you clicked for. There's a moment with Nico Robin's multiple limbs that I'm still not sure was a bug or a feature, but I'm not complaining.

The crossover chaos is what keeps you clicking. One minute you're awkwardly talking to Zelda, the next Widowmaker is giving you that look, and Rumi Usagiyama's bunny suit makes an appearance that had me forgetting what dialogue option I picked. The dice mechanic is barely a mechanic, more of a flimsy excuse to jump between franchises, but when it lands you on a scene with Lady Tsunade and Ada Wong sharing screen time, you forgive everything. The writing is clearly translated by someone who learned English from porn sites, which somehow makes the dirty talk funnier and filthier at the same time. I wish there was more actual game here, but the devs clearly know what they're making and aren't pretending otherwise. The Fate characters feel a bit phoned in compared to the MHA ones, but then you get a scene with Rumi that makes you forget Fate exists entirely.

Fucking the president. Not metaphorically. Literally. And his wife. And whoever else wanders into the oval office while you're pulling strings from a penthouse that costs more than most countries' GDP. The game doesn't even pretend to have a moral compass, it just hands you a leash attached to the most powerful man in the free world and says "go on then, ruin him."

The character creator is barebones as hell. You pick a face, a dick size, and then suddenly you're in a cutscene where a senator is on her knees in a back alley because you promised her committee chairmanship. The dialogue reads like it was translated through three different languages and then back through google translate, but honestly? That broken english makes the degradation hit different. "You will be my toy now" lands harder than any polished script ever could. The animations are janky, models clip through furniture constantly, and during one scene the president's daughter's hair just... floated away. Straight up ascended to heaven mid-blowjob. I couldn't stop laughing. Then I kept playing for another two hours.

There's this whole favor system where you trade political influence for sexual access, but the game never explains what the favors actually do mechanically. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I spent twenty minutes trying to figure out if the EPA administrator giving me a handjob would affect environmental policy or if it was just... there. Still don't know. The incest tag shows up in ways that feel almost accidental, like the developer forgot they coded it in and you just stumble into it. One minute you're blackmailing a congressman, the next his sister is involved and nobody acknowledges how weird it got. The real porn integration is jarring, sudden cuts to actual footage that don't match the 3D models at all. Lara Croft shows up for some reason. So does Lady Dimitrescu. Nobody questions this. The game certainly doesn't.

Ada in a dirty cell, that is already enough reason I clicked this. The game throws her straight into that prison vibe, no warm up, no romance bullshit, just cold walls, metal chains and guys who clearly see her more like a lab toy than a human. It leans hard into that humiliation thing, not soft teasing, but the kind where you can almost feel her pride getting stripped off piece by piece while she tries to act like she is still the cool agent from RE4. I like how her face is still recognizable, even if this is cg hentai style, you know it is Ada, not some random OC in a red dress cosplay. The first time they pin her to that chair and start talking about "tests", I honestly expected some long dialogue, but it goes pretty fast into rough stuff. No "are you ok", just hands on her throat, legs forced open, that heavy fucking where the sound feels almost too wet. It is not gentle porn, it is that kind of sex where the goal is to remind her she is not in control at all, and you either enjoy watching her being broken down or you close the tab.

What surprised me, the dev actually tries to respect the original character while still abusing the hell out of her. She has that annoyed, bitter look like "I should not be in this mess", even when she is choking on cock or getting rammed in a position that looks absolutely uncomfortable. There is one moment where they bend her over the cold bench, pull her arms behind her back like some cheap Shibari imitation, and you can see she is still trying to twist her hips to keep some dignity. It does not work. They go harder, hips slamming, that prison echo making every moan louder than it should be. I had to pause once because the looping animation glitched for half second and it pissed me off more than it should, like, fix that, dude, I am trying to jerk here, not watch her legs teleport. The BDSM side is more about physical control and public shame than fancy toys. Collars, restraints, hand around her neck, that sort of thing. The experiments excuse is basically just there so they can keep her as a prisoner forever and do whatever, whenever, without needing some deep plot. Honestly I’m fine with that. I opened Chrome, hit the site, told myself "one quick look", and ended up replaying the same hardcore scene three times just to catch all tiny expressions on her face when they push her pain and pleasure too close together. And the fucked up part? While she is shaking from rough penetration, I caught myself thinking that the cell bed texture looks like something from an old PS2 game and now I cannot unsee it, but I still kept watching.

The lab tiles are that sickly green from the original RE2, the kind that makes your eyes hurt after a while. But Ada's sprite, good lord. Someone spent way too much time on her chest and not enough on, I don't know, the door textures. Her breasts are practically their own character, bouncing with a physics system that feels both completely wrong and exactly right for this kind of thing. You click around, trying to find three keycards before your moves run out. That's it. That's the whole thing. A stripped down board game with Ada Wong's ridiculous proportions as the main attraction.

Movement is limited. You get a set number of clicks before game over, which means every wrong turn stings. I found myself staring at the same corridor three times because I kept forgetting which door led where. The lab layout makes no spatial sense. Rooms connect in ways that would make Umbrella's architects weep. But then Ada bends over to pick up a card and suddenly I don't care about architectural logic anymore. The game knows exactly what it's doing. Each successful action pushes the scene further, the text descriptions getting more explicit while somehow maintaining that clinical, almost detached tone. Like reading a lab report written by someone who's very horny but trying to stay professional.

There's a card on the bottom level that took me forever to reach. Kept running out of moves right before the door. The frustration is real. Not the fun kind of frustration either, just the regular kind where you question your life choices. But the payoff scene, when you finally unlock that door, is something else entirely. Ada's expression barely changes through the whole thing, which is either a limitation of the art or a deliberate choice about her character. Knowing Ada Wong, probably deliberate. The whole thing feels like a fever dream you'd have after playing too much Resident Evil and then scrolling through certain websites. Not scary in the cosmic horror way I usually prefer, but there's something about the sterile lab setting combined with the increasingly unhinged scenarios that scratches a similar itch. The clinical meets the carnal. Like if Herbert West had designed a dating sim instead of reanimation serum.