What even is a H-scene in a game that looks like a sketchpad was left out in the rain. That's the first thought, staring at the title screen. Lines wobble, colors bleed outside the borders like a toddler got hold of a highlighter. And the premise is dumber than a sack of hammers. Some dude at a comic con gets zapped and turns into his own OC. Don't do not steal. Fine, whatever, I'm not here for literary awards.

The groping mechanics are where it goes from confusing to genuinely funny. You get this weird hand cursor, all shaky and imprecise, and you're supposed to, well, cop a feel of Power Girl. Her tits are massive, drawn with this absurd, top heavy logic where her spine should be snapping like a dry twig. The collision detection is a mess. Half the time you're clicking on her shoulder and the game thinks you're trying to tweak a nipple. It's clumsy, sure. But there's this one scene with Tifa behind the bar at the convention, and the whole thing is so janky and awkwardly silent it loops back around to being hot. Like finding a crumpled up dirty drawing in a high school notebook. The Black Cat segment later on has a single frame of animation where her back arches that had me more invested than any AAA game this year. Then you're back to some weird ghost boy from that one show floating around, and the whole fever dream resets.

The Pokemon parody character shows up for like five seconds. Total waste. I spent more time than I'd like to admit trying to get a reaction out of Jessie, just pixel hunting on her ridiculous hair. The whole thing runs in a browser window, probably next to three tabs of way better art, but I didn't close it. The male protagonist is a complete blank slate, a nothing character, which somehow fits the whole "I've made a terrible mistake" energy of the plot. It's a trash fire. A sticky, unpolished trash fire that knows exactly what it is and doesn't apologize. Wish there was a save function though. My finger slipped and I lost all my progress right after the Helena bit.

The whole thing kicks off at a comic con, right, and you're this loser artist with a booth nobody visits. Classic. Then some cosmic bullshit happens, not even aimed at you, and suddenly you're your own OC. Not just cosplaying, actually transformed. I spent the first twenty minutes just in the inventory screen trying to figure out if the black cat was a party member or a crafting material. It's a sandbox, so you just wander around this weirdly lit 3DCG city bumping into corrupted versions of, like, Tifa and Wonder Woman. The Tifa model has absolutely ridiculous proportions, her big tits practically have their own gravitational pull. The corruption mechanic is there, I guess, you click on things and a bar fills up, but honestly I was just trying to trigger the Helena footjob scene I saw in the previews.

The dialogue is pure parody nonsense. Danny Phantom shows up for no reason and his ghost powers are just... a handjob minigame? The animated sequences are janky as hell, limbs bending in ways that defy both superpowers and basic anatomy. There's this one titfuck scene with Jessie where her ahegao face just freezes mid-loop and she stares into your soul while the animation keeps going. I couldn't stop laughing. The groping mechanics are literally just click and drag, zero feedback, but somehow it still works because the models have that specific rubbery sheen that only certain Daz3D renders get. You know the one.

The sandbox structure means you'll accidentally stumble into a creampie scene with a corrupted Pokémon trainer while looking for the next story trigger. I still don't know what the actual plot is. Something about a comic? The male protagonist just accepts everything immediately, zero questions asked. There's anal sex with a DC character I won't spoil, but the positioning makes no physical sense. I wish the superpowers you supposedly have actually mattered outside of one cutscene, but they won't patch that. The whole thing feels like someone's unmoderated commission folder got turned into a browser game, and honestly? That's the highest compliment I can give.