You know that kind of game where you start thinking it’s just another horny simulator, but then it somehow makes you care? That’s this one. You play as Luke, a laid-back uni guy who’s already lived this life once before - like a pervy time traveler who’s seen every mistake, every moan, every bad ending. He’s not awkward anymore. He plans, he manipulates, he flirts like someone running a scientific experiment on human lust. Each girl’s got her own world - a pirate queen who wants you on your knees, a maid who blushes while holding a vibrator she swears isn’t hers, a robot that learns what “love” means through data and dirty talk. And yeah, it’s messy. Sometimes sweet, sometimes straight-up filthy. One moment it’s vanilla sex in a dorm room, light on the romance but heavy on the breathing; next thing you’re in a maid café getting a footjob under the table while pretending to study.

The humor hits weirdly well - like, it’s self-aware enough to make fun of its own fetishes. There’s a scene where Luke tries to “train” someone and ends up getting schooled instead, and it’s half erotic, half comedy sketch. The game doesn’t shy away from what it is: a sandbox of sex, power, and curiosity. You manage relationships the way a pirate manages treasure - hoard, risk, lose, repeat. Sometimes you’ll catch yourself feeling kinda bad for the girls, especially in the ntr routes, but then a line drops that’s so hot or wrong you forget to feel guilty.

And yeah, it’s one of those that blurs the line between fantasy and emotional manipulation. You might start questioning if Luke’s confidence is sexy or just fucked up. Doesn’t matter - you’ll still want to see how far he can push it. Every interaction’s a coin flip between romance and corruption, between “I love you” and “open your mouth.” It’s chaotic, funny, and way too aware of how addictive it is. You’ll think it’s going too far… and then you’ll click “Next” anyway.

Graduating, broke, alone in a small apartment with shit furniture and way too much time on your hands, that’s the vibe here. You’re not some big hero, you’re just a 21-year-old guy who thought life was gonna start throwing cool stuff at you, and instead you’re scrolling your phone in bed half naked, making dumb choices. The game basically asks: “Alright, you’re horny, insecure and a little lost, so which flavor of disaster are you going to let ruin you?” And instead of being subtle about it, it throws real-looking girls with very clear agendas straight at your face. One is that kind of cool, confident older girl who looks at you like you’re a toy she already bought on Amazon. Another is soft and weirdly babyish, talking about trust and comfort while she’s putting you in situations you only admit you like when your screen is on minimum brightness. And then there’s this pretty thing who treats your masculinity like some settings menu to mess with, just clicking off options until your dick and your pride are totally out of sync.

What works really nice is how normal everything starts. You’re having awkward small talk in a café, worrying about rent, answering dumb texts. Then suddenly you’re on your knees on the floor, shirt off, with her fingers in your hair while she tells you where to put your mouth. One minute you’re thinking about a job interview, the next you’re licking the underside of her tits because she said you didn’t deserve to fuck her yet. There’s a scene where she sits on the couch in tight shorts, scrolling TikTok, ignoring you on purpose, and only when you start stroking her thighs with both hands like a desperate idiot she finally looks down and says, “Use your tongue, not your hands.” It’s small, but the timing hits hard. Same with the sex toys. She doesn’t just pull out a dildo and go “here, let’s play”. You get it put in your hand first, told to hold it while she rides your face, then she casually pushes it against you and just watches your reaction. That mix of humiliation and arousal is actually written with some care. The oral scenes feel long enough that you kinda forget you’re “supposed” to be the one in charge, and the game doesn’t rush to penetration. When you finally get to fuck, it feels earned and also a bit like a reward for being a good little object. Also, the real model vibe helps a lot. When she smirks while you’re jerking yourself on command, it actually looks like a real smug girl who already knows you’re gonna obey. Not everything lands, some early bits drag and a couple of anal and titjob scenes feel more like “ok, checkbox time”. But if you lean into it, relax, and let yourself be pulled by the collar instead of trying to “win”, you’re going to squeeze every filthy drop out of this.

Koji looks like every worn out salaryman you see on TikTok clips, except this guy suddenly realizes his hottest kink is watching his own life slip out of his hands. The game throws you into his boring, stable routine and then just quietly fucks it up in a way that feels way too real. You have the nice apartment, the mature wife who’s still actually gorgeous in that “used to be an idol, now a classy milf” way, and the kind of job that makes your soul rot but pays the bills. Everything is beige, predictable, safe. Then Rin, the adopted daughter, walks in with that smug little boyfriend and the air changes. It’s not a giant drama cutscene, it’s more like that moment when you scroll Pornhub and your finger pauses too long over a title you don’t wanna admit you’re curious about. That’s exactly the energy here. One awkward scene in the living room with Rin’s boyfriend flexing and staring a bit too long at your wife’s ass, and Koji’s brain just quietly breaks in the background.

The good part is how the game doesn’t treat the whole thing like some hentai clown fiesta. It actually takes its time. Minako isn’t just “sexy wife model no.4”, she has this really believable tired warmth, like she’s trying to still be cute for you, but also you can feel that edge of “we haven’t fucked properly in a while and I’m pretending not to care.” In some scenes, when she’s talking about clothes or dinner, you feel that tiny distance. You click through a completely normal conversation and only one line lands like a punch: maybe she teases you about being tired, or she says the boyfriend is “surprisingly manly” in this offhand way. That one word sits in your head while you keep clicking. And then there are the choices that don’t look important but totally are. Let her go out in that slightly too tight top, say nothing when Rin’s boyfriend hugs her a second too long, pretend you didn’t see the text notification light up on her phone. You know you could stop it. You absolutely don’t. I was literally sitting with my phone in one hand and my mouse in the other like a clown, whispering “don’t do it” while choosing the most enabling option possible. Classic.

The corruption here is slow and sticky. It’s not just Minako getting dirtier, it’s Koji sinking deeper into this mix of jealousy and arousal that feels embarrassingly authentic. One night he’s overthinking a suggestive comment, the next night he’s jerking off to the idea of his wife kneeling for some younger guy and then hating himself for how hard he came. There are softer routes where it’s more like open relationship cosplay, and there are scenes where things suddenly go full “she’s sitting on another man’s lap while you’re in the same room” and your stomach drops in that weird horny freefall. Sometimes the “reward” is literally just a suggestive line, a flash of skin, a half-truth in a conversation that you know is a lie. That makes the full-on explicit scenes hit ten times harder when they finally happen. When Minako’s voice turns from shy to hungry while she’s talking about another man’s cock, it’s like someone pressed a vibrator against the back of your brain. And the worst part, or the best, is that the game keeps asking: are you sure you’re not the one pushing her toward it? You’ll be there, breathing harder at a scene you absolutely shouldn’t enjoy, realizing this isn’t just about a cheating wife, it’s about you willingly handing her over, step by step, click by click, and loving every filthy second of it.

Her wedding ring is the shiniest handcuff in this game, and the husband is the idiot who brought the key and then lost it on purpose. That is the whole vibe. It starts all polite and domestic, like some boring couple from a bank commercial, but you can already feel the crack under the surface. The wife smiles too wide, the husband looks too curious when the neighbor’s blonde leans over the fence, boobs almost falling out, pretending she doesn’t notice. The game loves that slow, sticky feeling when you know something filthy is coming and you just keep clicking, pretending it’s still about “relationship problems” while her tits are practically knocking at the screen asking to be corrupted. You’re not only watching them fall into filth, you’re poking them, like: “Yes, yes, go there, say yes to the stupid idea, let’s ruin this nice wedding photo.”

What I liked is how the choices feel like small bad habits that turn into full sin. At first it’s innocent: “Do you flirt back with the brunette at the bar or stay loyal?” Of course you flirt, you’re not here to play priest. Then suddenly that same choice means your wife sees a text, gets jealous, and somehow ends up drunk, laughing with that big-titted blonde you were thinking about earlier. And she laughs with that slightly too-loud laugh, and you know the next click is maybe the point of no return. There was one scene where she’s in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror, still in her nice wife dress, hand sliding down her belly, cheeks red, remembering how another man looked at her ass. The game lets you decide if she pulls her panties aside or pretends she’s still “a good girl.” I picked “good girl” once and it made me feel like a liar, so I reloaded just to drag her deeper. The corruption is not subtle at all, and it shouldn’t be. When she finally spreads for someone who isn’t you, the text doesn’t pretend it’s romance, it just goes crude and hungry, and I’m glad it doesn’t apologize for that. The jokes hit in weird spots too, like when the husband is clearly aroused and trying to act caring, and the game just mocks him in narration like a horny stand-up show. I do hate one tiny thing: sometimes a big scene gets cut off on a “to be continued” vibe right when the wife is on her knees and my mouse is already clicking ahead, and it feels like someone pulled the plug from my brain. But whatever, I still went back for another route, another wrong turn, another time watching a sweet married couple melt into perverts who finally stop pretending that “I love your wife” is not the most honest sentence in the room.

You land in VAM City and it feels like the writer watched a bunch of trashy college anime, paused on the horny scenes and said “yeah, that part, only more raw”. It’s all small spaces that should be boring in real life, but here every place is loaded with sex tension. The park isn’t just trees and benches, it’s where you “accidentally” catch your strict professor teasing some guy on her knees behind a bush while you pretend to look at ducks. The college halls look normal until a girl with perfect porn-logic proportions slams you against a locker, calls you a perv, then makes you hold her books while she grinds that huge ass against your crotch as “punishment”. The vibe is like ecchi comedy that forgot to stop before turning full-on fetish playground.

The whole thing plays like a messy dating sim that grew up on humiliation clips and femdom hentai. You walk around, talk, click, mess up dialog, then suddenly you’re kneeling in the cafe cleaning spilled coffee from the floor with your tongue while the busty barista sits on your back, bored, scrolling Instagram. One wrong answer to her and she’s laughing, pulling your hair, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear how “pathetic” you look with a hard-on. Next scene you’re in a hospital room, supposedly visiting as a “responsible student”, and some smug nurse with ridiculous tits has you stripped to the gown, poking at you, making you do “reflex tests” that are basically edging sessions. She ties your wrists to the bedrails, tells you this is “standard procedure”, and you just nod like an idiot because the blowjob animation hits harder than logic. I like that coins matter, but also kind of hate it. You grind some little jobs, get cash, buy a stupid accessory, and suddenly that same cold girl at school is riding your face in a classroom while calling you her “desk toy”. Then another girl wants nothing, just your pride, and you end stuck in the park bathroom, pants around your ankles, while she records you licking her boots. The game never asks if you’re into voyeur stuff, it just throws you into scenes where people might walk in any second, and sometimes they actually do, and instead of game over you just get roasted harder and turned into part of their dirty joke.

What I like is how the tone keeps flipping. One minute you’re trying to be cool, like a normal harem MC who thinks he’ll charm his way through college. Next minute you’re bent over a table while a girl with big tits and deadpan humor smacks your ass with a ruler for skipping “study time”, then makes you swallow her spit because you talked back. There’s goofy humor everywhere, but it’s the kind of humor that just makes the humiliation kink land stronger. The animated scenes are simple but they know exactly what they are doing: lots of oral focus, lots of angles where you watch her use you rather than you “taking control”. Half the time the camera feels like some invisible creep in the corner, like a built-in voyeur that never blinks. It’s not polished, sometimes the dialog feels like it was written straight into Google Translate at 3% battery, and I kinda enjoy that rough taste. VAM City feels like a bad idea that keeps getting worse in the hottest way, where the college, the park, the cafe, the hospital all become stages for women with big asses and bigger egos to drag the male protagonist through their own personal kink dramas while he pretends he’s still the main character. He isn’t. That’s why it works.

You start as this kinda lost 21-year-old guy who thinks he’s got life figured out, then the game just slowly rips that illusion apart in a really horny, sometimes mean, sometimes sweet way. It’s not just “click story, see one picture, next”. The whole thing keeps jumping between GIFs and photos, so scenes actually feel like they’re moving, like you’re scrolling horny TikTok but with way more control and way less clothing. One moment you’re at a night club, getting dragged into some messy bathroom blowjob with loud music still pounding behind the door, next you’re in a quiet gym changing room getting your ego crushed while someone casually strokes you with a gloved hand like you’re just another toy they picked up. You feel the guy slowly getting shaped, nudged, pushed into things he never planned for, and the game really enjoys humiliating him while also making it hard to look away. It’s that mix of “fuck, this is too much” and “ok, one more choice, then I stop” which of course you don’t.

The three main girls kind of act like different versions of hell, and also heaven, depending how messed up your brain is. Tangent is pure femdom energy, like that cold mistress who knows exactly how to talk you into kneeling without even raising her voice. She does the whole domination thing in a way that feels personal, not just “spit on you and call it a day”. She’ll hold your cock in her hand and just… not move, talk about your future, tease your transformation, make you say embarrassing shit while you’re hard and leaking and pretending you still have pride. Then there’s Natalie, who pulls you into sissy stuff bit by bit. First it’s “help me carry this from the club”, then “try this outfit for a laugh”, then you’re at her place with makeup half done and her riding you slowly while a toy is grinding somewhere it never used to go, and she’s snapping pics on her phone because of course she is. The anal and titjob scenes with her feel like this weird reward and punishment combination. You’re getting exactly what you want and somehow losing the argument anyway.

I’m not gonna lie, Penny’s route is weird and not everyone’s thing. The whole fetish angle there is more soft, more “let me control you by making you feel small” instead of just chaining you to the bed. Sometimes the game jumps from a really intense oral sex scene in the club bathroom to something way more childish around her and it feels like getting yanked sideways. It works, but also you kinda sit there thinking “how the hell did I end up here from just trying to make money as a broke guy”. The real model visuals give it this dirty almost-too-real vibe, especially in the waitress parts where you’re trying to act normal while your mistress texts you shit like “no underwear at work today” and you still have to carry drinks with a plug inside you. There’s this one moment where you’re at the gym, sweating, trying to focus on your reps, and a GIF pops up of her slowly jerking you under a towel while whispering orders, and it hits way harder than it should for something this janky. The UI is kinda annoying at times, some choices feel like fake options, and there’s this one tiny sound effect that plays a bit too often and drove me nuts, but the game knows exactly what it wants to do to you and doesn’t really care if you’re ready. Vaginal, oral, anal, toys, humiliation, that slow “you’re not the same guy anymore” transformation, all wrapped in this messy erotic spiral that feels more like being dragged through someone’s kink folder than playing a polished VN. In a good way. Mostly.

Ben should be dead, honestly. Plane falls out of the sky, fire everywhere, metal screaming, you expect a game over screen. Instead he crawls out the other side with this weird mix of island magic in his veins and a brain full of holes. Or not really holes. More like someone wrapped his memories in plastic and hid them at the back of the fridge. He comes back home, everyone thinks he’s this broken boy with amnesia, and he just lets them. He smiles, nods, says “I don’t remember” while knowing damn well how to blow up a monster’s spine with elemental shit if he wants. And now he’s back under one roof with an adoptive mom who looks way too good in a tank top, and a stepsis who walks around the house like clothes are a suggestion. It feels wrong. Then it feels less wrong. Then you are suddenly very aware how many cameras you can put in a house without anyone noticing. The game kind of leans into that uncomfortable space where you tell yourself “I’m just checking on them” while you’re obviously not just checking. You peek, you watch, you keep watching. The tension is like those long Tinder chats that never become a date, except here things actually go somewhere. Slowly. Awkward. Hot. Messy.

The magic stuff sneaks in on the edges at first. A small spell to fix a bruise. A charm to nudge a mood. Then the line slides. You tell yourself you’re “helping” Rachel relax after a rough day and next thing you’re tweaking her thoughts so she forgets to pull her hand away from your thigh. With Jessica it’s worse. She’s moody, horny, bored, always on her phone, like someone who has three different dating apps and still complains nobody texts. You watch her from the hallway as she plays with herself, then later you act like you don’t know. Or you push just a little inside her head so her eyes linger too long on your chest, your hands, that scar. The game loves this grind between guilt and arousal. You feel like a piece of shit then you click “continue”. The blackmail routes hit hard too. Someone almost catches you during one of your little voyeur trips and suddenly you are using every dirty secret you found to shut them up. Or own them. Sometimes both. The supernatural stuff makes it easier, which is kind of the scary part. When you can tilt a person’s mind a few degrees with a spell, “no” stops feeling like a hard wall and more like a locked door you’re sure you can pick. There are monsters on the island, yeah, but the really messed up thing is realizing the creepiest monster might be the guy you’re controlling. And still you lean into it, because the writing pokes that lonely place in your chest where you wish someone would just look at you the way Rachel does when the spell is humming behind her eyes, or the way Jessica bites her lip when she trusts you a little too much. It’s not nice. It’s not healthy. It is very, very hard to stop clicking.

Then the whole world outside the house keeps trying to crawl in. This other woman shows up, Zara, with that “I know more than I say” smile, and she is trouble in a tight dress. She wants what’s hidden in your head. The island. The power. She flirts like a pro, touches your arm, leans in too close, talks about rifts and ancient things while her hand is sliding down your chest. If you let her, she uses you, but you also kind of use her back, like two snakes wrapping around each other. The game tosses you into fights that feel like someone mixed horny fanfic with a light RPG: one moment you are burning some freaky shadow beast, next you are getting pinned to a wall by a milf with an agenda. There are group scenes that start almost accidental. You nudge a few emotions in the wrong place, drink flows, inhibitions drop, and suddenly you realize you crossed the line from watching to orchestrating. Watching your “family” share you, touch each other because you planted that idea, is the kind of thing that sticks in your brain after you close the tab. It’s hot. It’s fucked. It made me think about how I ghosted that girl from Bumble because I was scared of real feelings, then spent hours in this house making fake ones with magic and blackmail. This story doesn’t pretend to fix anyone’s mental health. Ben is messed up from the crash and the island, everyone around him has their own cracks, and the game just lets those cracks widen while you poke them. Sometimes the romance almost feels real, like when Rachel opens up about losing you the first time and you see this raw hurt in her, and for a second you feel bad using a spell to turn that pain into desire. Then the scene keeps going, clothes come off, she says your name in this soft way, and that guilt gets drowned under everything else. It’s not a pretty fantasy of perfect love, it’s a mess of hunger, lies, control, and a weird kind of comfort that comes from being needed, even if you had to bend a few minds to get there. And yeah, I closed the browser once, told myself I was done with this shit, then came back the next day to see how far I could push them all before something finally breaks.

That first moment when the witch shows up in the forest and you notice she smells like latex and cheap bubblegum, that was when I knew this thing was made exactly for the kind of sick brain that scrolls itch.io tags at 2% battery on the phone. It starts like a normal fantasy quest: dark woods, strange sounds, point and click around, “ooh, mysterious lady with magic,” all that. But then she casually talks about “making you lighter” and “smoothing you out” and it flips from fairy tale to fetish trip so fast my Chrome tab lagged. I was on desktop, Discord open on the second screen, and suddenly I’m clicking on tree roots not to escape a dungeon but to see if they squeak. The game never explains the rules too cleanly, which I kinda love. You figure it out by poking, failing, getting turned into the wrong thing, popping in the wrong scene, reloading. It feels like those old Flash things from Newgrounds, only with way more horny brainrot and way less shame about it.

The whole inflatable transformation stuff is handled in this weird mix of cute and fucked up. One second your character is still mostly “you,” just with puffy fingers and a tail that looks like a knockoff pool toy from AliExpress, and in the next click you’re basically a walking balloon animal with a face, stuck in some clearing while the witch prods you like she’s checking if you’re properly aired up. There’s one path where she “helps” you and you end up a rubbery forest guardian, and another where she’s clearly just messing around to see what happens when she pumps more and more inside you. The sound design is doing a lot of the horny heavy lifting. Tiny squeaks when you brush against things, that low thump when she squeezes your side, the almost embarrassing hiss when she adds more air. I was on earbuds with Spotify paused and actually turned the volume down once because the little squeal when you bump a rock sounded way too much like a sex toy on a tile floor. Not that I’d know. Probably.

It’s technically a mystery quest, but the “mystery” is just an excuse to poke every bush and stump to see what kinky side scene is hiding in there. Sometimes you get a key item, sometimes the game just goes “whoops, you leaned too hard, now your thighs are twice as big and your hips jiggle like a pool float,” and it never tells you if that’s good or bad. I ran into one hidden event where a bunch of forest spirits use your newly inflated body like a big soft cushion, and the camera just lingers while they sink into you and you creak and groan. Another one has you stuck half-blown, rubber fur squeaking, while the witch teases you with that “oh, did I pump too much?” line that obviously means she’s about to go further. The furry angle is strong but not preachy about it. Tails, ears, muzzles, paws, all slowly going glossy and hollow, your body turning into this shiny toy version of whatever creature you started as. It’s fetishy as hell, a bit clumsy in spots, not afraid to be awkward or too much, and that’s exactly why it works. It feels like someone’s very specific kink daydream got turned into a point and click adventure by hand, in Ren’Py or Godot or some cursed stack with a lot of trial and error, then tossed online with a wink and no apology.

Journalism student, hot campus rumors, and you with a phone in your hand pretending to care about “ethics” while mostly staring at thighs and trying not to get caught. That’s basically the vibe here. The game throws you inside this university mess where someone is blackmailing students with their dirty secrets, and you’re supposed to “investigate” it, but half the time it feels more like you’re deciding who you want to see sucking cock first and who you want to tease until she’s jerking herself off in the library toilets. Feels very VN-ish but looser, you just wander around, poke at people, open weird chats, and slowly drag the girls into shit they definitely shouldn’t be doing in public. Or in private. The app-style UI is very on point: campus messenger that looks kinda like Telegram, photo board that feels a bit Instagram, some AI-looking generated pics popping up when you push a scene too far. It feels a bit cursed and sexy at the same time, like someone merged your horny Discord server and your uni portal. Localization is actually not garbage, which surprised me. Some lines are a bit “too smooth” for a Japanese-style tsundere, but still, the English has soul, not that usual dead machine flavor. You get slang like “dude, are you for real?” right next to a girl talking about her “research hypothesis” while she’s kneeling between your legs. It’s wrong in a good way. Sometimes the tone jumps fast, like one scene Rina is insulting you and calling you a pervert, and in two clicks she’s deepthroating under a classroom desk while pretending to help you with your project. It reads slightly unnatural if you care about pacing, but also the porn brain goes “yeah ok that tracks.”

The corruption angle with blackmail is handled in that soft porn manner: you still choose a lot, you push boundaries, send risky photos, force a bit of exhibition, but it’s not full guro shit or anything. The best scenes for me were the “oops, door is unlocked” type. Like Sofie at the café, closing shift, you’re alone, the music is looping, she leans in with that fake innocent smile, and before you even pick the polite option, she’s already guiding your hand under her skirt behind the counter while talking about the daily specials. Then later, there’s the camera angle from the café CCTV, and you see a bit of her panties on the feed if you triggered the right flag earlier. Tiny detail, but that made it feel more like an actual investigation, not just clicking the “sex now” button. There is masturbation content sprinkled in that actually uses setting well too: Kira late night in the lab, pretending she’s testing “AI pattern recognition,” but the “pattern” is literally her watching her own leaked pics on a screen and fingering herself under the white coat. She tries to explain it like an experiment, the English lines there are weirdly believable, like some real nerd girl trying to rationalize why she’s dripping wet from being recorded. Then you have the teacher, Mila, who is either the best written character or completely over the top, I still can’t decide. She sees everything, speaks like she already knows which save slot you loaded, talks about “guiding your curiosity” while unbuttoning her blouse a bit too slow. Her blowjob scene in the almost empty classroom is hot as fuck, especially the moment she wipes the corner of her mouth with your notebook and pretends nothing happened. But sometimes the English for her flips into this odd “fancy madam” voice that doesn’t match the rest of the cast at all.

The AI CG is... interesting. Some scenes look crazy good, thighs and stockings and wet lips, but every once in a while you catch a hand with five and a half fingers or a cup that floats on the edge of the table, and your brain goes “ok, dream logic.” I kinda like it, it fits the whole rumor + digital blackmail idea, like nothing is 100% real. Though it pulled me out for a second when I saw a nipple shadow going in the wrong direction and now I can’t unsee it. Sex-wise you get lots of oral, POV perspective, lips around your dick, tongue details, that mix of shy and hungry that hentai fans know by heart. A few futa bits show up if you dig into certain routes, not front and center but enough to scratch that itch: unexpected bulge under panties, a “wait, that’s not supposed to be there” moment followed by curious stroking and some awkward but hot dialogue where the translation team clearly had fun. Humor sneaks in often, like a meme reference in the chat messages or a girl using “based” while talking about exposing a cheater. The pacing is a bit messy, you can trigger serious blackmail reveal right after a goofy coffee date and the emotional tone just whiplashes, but this isn’t Netflix, it’s porn with investigation pretensions. Sometimes you wish one scene would breathe more, the romance bits especially, but then again, the next CG loads and suddenly all that “I want more slow burn” idea just disappears from your mind. Except that stupid notification sound the game uses for messages. That one stays. Forever.