I keep clicking through the dialogue and the skip button is right there, big and obvious, like the dev knew half of us just want the good stuff. City Hunters. What a mess. The future is neon smeared across a dirty window and everyone’s got cybernetic bits hanging out. The art looks like someone splattered CG renders onto a canvas and then rubbed some of it off with a thumb. Deliberately unpolished, yeah, but it works. It feels like a fever dream I had after scrolling through a certain booru site for three hours.

The plot is something about a ruined planet and hunters, I think. I read the first few text boxes, something about a girl with a gun and a bad attitude, then I just started hammering the skip button. Found a scene with her and some tentacle thing in an alley. The anatomy is all wrong, limbs bending where they shouldn’t, but the wet sounds they describe in the text are nasty in the best way. There’s another scene with a different hunter, a redhead, getting double teamed by two guys with metal arms. The writing for that one is surprisingly filthy, like the translator just gave up on being polite and let the filth flow. I wish the sound effects were more than just a looping wet squelch, but they won’t be.

About ten scenes total. I found seven before I got bored and closed the tab. The visual novel part is bare bones, just static images that change expression sometimes. The scifi setting is just an excuse for glowing tattoos and weird dicks, which is fine. I was playing this on my laptop while waiting for a render in Blender to finish, and the whole thing crashed my browser once. Not the game’s fault, probably, but it added to the whole grimy experience. The fantastic tag is a lie, it’s just hentai logic. One minute you’re talking about a bounty, the next a girl is getting her circuits fried by a monster with three tongues. No transition. I forgot what I was talking about. The replay value is just clicking through to see the scenes you missed, which is what the gallery mode is for, I guess. It’s a splatter of ideas, some hit, most miss, but the ones that hit leave a stain.