This thing feels like someone took that old Hogwarts trainer idea, shook it, spilled some porn on it and then forgot to clean it up. In a good way, mostly. You start as this guy who is basically abusing his position at the school, but not in some edgy “dark lord” way, more like a horny loser slowly realizing he can twist everyone around him with gold, favors and spells. It starts simple: a small office, some girls visiting for “private lessons”, a tiny bit of blackmail here and there. And then suddenly you’re juggling mind control potions, lingerie with stats, and deciding if you want Hermione to become a proud activist who secretly loves being slapped on the ass, or a broken little cum puppet who shivers when you just say her name.

Romance, if you can call it romance, is actually kind of weird here. You don’t just click “love route” and watch a CG. You push, then she pulls back, then you grope her “by accident” during detention and she acts shocked but her “perversion” number goes up. Hermione is the clearest one: first she is all “this is unacceptable, professor”, arms crossed, angry eyes, and after a few weeks of humiliating tasks, forced stripping in your office, and public “punishments” in her uniform, she is the one grinding on your thigh, begging for your cock while pretending it is still all for the greater good. I felt a bit dirty and also kind of proud, which is fucked up, but that is the vibe of this game. Same with Luna, she is already strange, so when you start slipping her experimental potions that make her nipples lactate or summon slimy tentacles from the floor, it somehow feels like you just helped her “see another dimension”. She thanks you while being pinned by tentacles and you’re just there, jerking off, wondering how far the corruption can go before the numbers cap out.

I like how there is some light management stuff happening in the background, but it pretends it is not there. You’re checking your potions, gold, the outfits you unlocked for cosplay lessons, adjusting who you harass that day so you don’t repeat the same scene. Sometimes you send Tonks to “investigate” and end up with her bent over your desk, morphing her body to give herself bigger tits for you, like it is just part of her job description. Or you push Susan into these “special tutoring sessions” where she has to practice blowjobs as a “confidence exercise”. It is messed up, and the game knows it, because it keeps giving you options that are not really moral, only more or less cruel. One click and Hermione is giving a clumsy handjob under your desk during class. Another click and you order her to walk the corridors without panties, with a toy buzzing inside her, while the camera cuts to this 2D shot of her trying to keep a straight face as teachers talk to her. There is no big speech about consent. It is just “do you want this power trip or the other one”.

Sex itself is a mixed bag but in a fun “porn folder you forgot” kind of way. You go from soft stuff like shy oral in your office to ridiculous things like group scenes where multiple girls kneel between your legs and fight over who sucks first. One run I focused on anal because I am a degenerate and ended up with a path where Astoria is crying, mascara running, getting her ass pounded on your desk while Hermione watches and masturbates, pretending she is disgusted but clearly into the humiliation. Another time I tried to turn Luna into this exhibitionist pet, forcing her to wander the map half naked, covered in leaking milk and tentacle marks. The writing swings between goofy and actually hot. Sometimes a line hits hard, like when Hermione calls herself your “little school slut” while you titfuck her, and other times it feels like a fanfic written too fast. There are futa scenes too if you push certain potions and transformation stuff, suddenly you have this busty girl with a bigger dick than you, and you either ride her, get her to fuck other girls for you, or just stare at the screen on your phone on the subway thinking “ok, I’m that kind of pervert now, nice”. I kept complaining out loud that some outfits clip weird or that a scene triggered twice in a row, but then fifteen minutes later I am watching a spanking scene with Tonks shapeshifting her own ass to be fatter while Hermione watches through the keyhole, fingering herself. And I forget what I was mad about.

Lily wakes up in her absurdly huge manor with a hard-on that could bless or ruin a small country, and that pretty much sets the tone. You are this smug futa noble with a cock, a title, and a bunch of maids whose job description is somewhere between “house staff” and “religious cult that worships your dick.” The game pretends to care about manners and prayer and holy symbols for like five seconds, then someone in a nun outfit is on her knees, lips wrapped around you, mumbling half a hymn while drool runs down her chin. It looks like a classic VN at first glance, but then you realize you have a weird little management layer going on: sending maids to clean, train, “inspect” monster girls in the dungeon, and occasionally deciding which of them gets to be your cum dump of the afternoon. It wants to be about corruption and faith and duty, but honestly, it is mostly about where you are going to unload next. In a good way. Mostly.

What throws you off is how the game hops from cozy lewd slice-of-life into full RPG nonsense with turn based fights faster than you can tuck your dick back into your panties. One moment you are in the manor bath, your favorite milf maid jerking you off under the water while a shy virgin maid pretends not to stare, and the next you are in the depths fighting some smug lamia girl who taunts you with every missed attack. Lose, and she does not just “defeat” you. She milks you, rides you, forces your huge load inside her and then laughs when the screen cuts to internal view and your cum floods her womb like some perverse fertility ad. Win, and you drag her back home, add her to the harem, throw her into a nun outfit if you feel like it, and start “reeducating” her with toys, anal training, and “prayer sessions” that are, honestly, just group sex with candles around. I liked how the game gives you different protagonist perspectives sometimes, like swapping to a maid’s point of view while she secretly masturbates in the chapel, rubbing herself with one of your used stockings, imagining you knocking her up in front of the altar. Then the game suddenly pretends combat stats matter and you are there in your underwear checking skill numbers instead of tits, which feels wrong but also kind of funny. The humor is very hit-or-miss: one scene has Lily trying to give a solemn speech about purity while a slime girl is sucking her off under the table, and another scene is just awkward titfuck dialogue that feels written during a hangover. But then it hits you with this messed up religious corruption route where a strict nun starts as total anti-sex zealot and ends up begging for your cock in her ass, her pussy, her throat, any opening, anything, while she cries about “failing her goddess” as you creampie her again and again. It is trashy, horny, weirdly sweet sometimes, and the game never fully decides if it is making fun of religion or getting off to it. Honestly, that confused vibe fits Lily perfectly.

The management stuff is there just enough to poke at your brain between faps. Assign a maid to guard the dungeon entrance, send another to “comfort” captured monsters, choose who gets to accompany you into fights, all while trying not to laugh at the idea of serious strategy in a game where you can literally win by raping a demon girl into submission. It also loves cheating themes: your maids are technically “yours,” but they sneak off to fuck each other, or a monster girl, or even a futa nun you brought home, and you walk in on a full lesbian orgy with tongues buried in big asses and fingers pumping wet holes, while toys buzz on the floor. The game calls it “disobedience,” but you can just jump in, shove your huge shaft between some sloppy tits, and suddenly everyone is moaning your name like it was a prayer. Corruption is everywhere: pure girls get slowly twisted, monster girls become weirdly loyal lovers, and Lily herself goes from slightly smug mistress to total sex tyrant who uses magic transformation in one route to give a maid her own futa cock, just to watch her panic and then immediately try it out on the nearest tight hole. Some scenes are rougher, less consensual, and the tone shifts on a dime: one dungeon defeat sequence turns into full-on *** where Lily is pinned, used, filled, and the game revels in it without apology, then half an hour later you are laughing at a gag scene where a flustered nun tries to hide a massive vibrating dildo in her robe. It is messy, horny, badly paced in a way that feels almost charming, like someone got too turned on to check if the story flows. And in this kind of game, that honestly makes sense.

Joker comes back to Tokyo after a few years older, a bit more jaded, and suddenly stuck running Leblanc like it’s a real job instead of his cool hideout from back then. The whole thing feels like someone looked at the “normal days” from Persona 5, stripped out the dungeon bullshit, then said “ok, but what if all that tension and flirting actually went somewhere filthy this time.” You wake up, check your phone, stare at the schedule, and instantly get that quiet panic of “there’s no way I can make coffee, handle customers, boost stats, and still have time to get Makoto alone before closing.” And somehow you still try. The cafe routine looks simple at first: brew, serve, earn money, keep Leblanc from turning into a ghost town. But you’re always thinking about who’s free to hang out, which stat you’re neglecting, and which girl is going to give you that slightly too-long stare that means the next scene is not just small talk over curry. It’s got that social sim loop where every choice feels like you’re cheating on someone, even when the game clearly wants you to be a horny disaster.

The girls are the real problem in the best way. Old faces show up like they just walked back in from Shibuya Station, except now they’re a little older, a lot hornier, and way less shy about crossing lines. You’re pouring a coffee and suddenly Ann is leaning over the counter, boobs basically a physics test, talking about how “society is losing its inhibitions” while your brain is stuck on the fact that you can see the shape of her nipples through her top. Makoto still has that “I’m responsible, I follow rules” energy, but once you start pushing her rank a bit, the scenes flip and she’s grinding on Joker in the back of the cafe, trying to keep her voice down because someone could literally walk in. Futaba is all awkward gamer noise until she talks about porn categories like she’s commenting on a Twitch stream and then asks you dead serious if you’ve ever jerked off thinking about her in her old outfit. It’s dirty in a very character-driven way, where the sex feels like a twisted follow-up to how you knew them before. The CGs go hard on big tits, tight outfits, and positions that feel half romantic, half “we’re fucking on this chair because you didn’t plan ahead.” Some scenes are messy in pacing, some dialogue feels like it was written while half aroused, and the management is a bit grindy in spots, but that actually fits the vibe. You’re stuck between being a responsible cafe manager and a walking hard-on trying to schedule who gets your attention tonight. And honestly, watching the “wholesome Phantom Thieves reunion” slide into full-on hentai territory inside the same walls where you used to just drink coffee and plan heists is strangely satisfying in a very wrong way.

You start as this no-name shinobi who basically got fucked over by his own squad, which already feels very on-brand for anything related to that orange idiot universe. Instead of crying about it, you get scooped up by the spooky underground side of the village, trained in the shadows, and then just tossed back into daylight like a loaded weapon that nobody remembers signing for. The mood is quiet at first, almost too normal, and then Lady Tsunade calls you into her office. That office becomes your second home and low-key your personal porn studio, because every important decision somehow circles back to what you can make her do, or what you’re willing to do for her. She’s not just sitting there as some background milf, she’s the one pulling your chain, dropping missions that always feel like “official work” with a very not-official aftermath. One moment you’re reporting intel. Next moment her jacket is hanging open, tits half out, and you’re trying to decide if you’re answering as a loyal shinobi or as the guy who just wants to push her face into the desk.

The whole game moves through dialogue and small choices that feel innocent but stack into something way nastier. You’re not just skipping text to get to some random sex loop either. You flirt, you push, you play submissive when needed, and sometimes you go full asshole and see how far the corruption thing really goes. It’s not subtle when it wants to be horny. Tsunade leans too close, her boobs basically on your file reports, and the camera angle just sits there like “yeah, this is what you came for.” At one point I picked the “obedient dog” kind of answer and suddenly she’s testing my “loyalty” with a handjob while lecturing me about village safety. I laughed, then I shut up, then I had to pause the game because damn. The touch controls work nice on phone too, you tap through scenes, swipe choices, and it weirdly feels natural to hold her face with your thumb on the screen while reading how your character forces her to swallow. It’s messy in a hot way. Sometimes the pacing is fucked and a mission wraps up too fast, like the build up to a kunoichi seduction that just cuts straight to her on her knees, but then you get this one drawn out scene of you making her repeat how much she belongs to the Hokage’s special pet and that balance never really fixes itself. Nobody will patch it, and honestly, fine. The game is like that: uneven, horny as hell, clumsy, and still hitting that fantasy where you’re the quiet shinobi in the background, walking into the big names’ lives and turning them into your private roleplay toys, one filthy command at a time.

You start as this washed-up brothel manager who clearly peaked way too early in life, then got tossed aside like yesterday’s cum rag. The whole vibe is “sleazy comeback tour in Westeros”, which honestly fits way too well. Instead of running a normal business, you’re basically creeping your way back into power by tutoring queens, ladies and assorted psychopaths in how to use their bodies, their tits, their mouths and their titles to grab control. It’s half political plot, half perv fantasy, and it doesn’t even pretend otherwise. One moment you’re talking about influence at court, next moment you’re balls-deep in a future queen who still has your handprint on her ass from the last “strategy meeting”.

The cast is a full-on fever dream for anyone who ever watched that show and thought “ok but what if they were all in one harem, sharing the same dick, occasionally each other, and nobody wears clothes for longer than two dialogue lines”. You’re coaching icy redheads, bratty princesses, scary warrior women with shoulders wider than yours, cult priestesses who look like they know 300 ways to ruin you and still make you beg for more, and smug blond royalty who act like they’re above you right until they’re kneeling and drooling on your cock. There is groping in public corridors “for blackmail reasons”, private teasing sessions on plush couches, sex toys as if the maesters had a secret naughty workshop, creampies used as rewards, and bukkake scenes that feel more like a coronation than anything from the actual story. Half the time you’re pretending it’s about “training” or “discipline” while you’re just seeing how far you can push until they break, moan with that dumb ahegao face and then come back asking for more. A lot of scenes play with humiliation: noble ladies on their knees while guards watch, proud warriors forced to strip and pose, mothers who should know better letting you talk them into things they’d murder someone else for even suggesting. It gets properly messy. There is lewd voyeur stuff too, where you set things up and then just stand in the shadows, watching them fool around with each other, toys, or your “trusted staff”, and your only job is to make sure everyone is too addicted to you to walk away.

Underneath all the horny corruption there’s this light management and dating sim layer that keeps pulling you back to planning between all the orgasms. You juggle gold, favors, reputation, who you humiliated last night and who is still pissed at you for it, or secretly turned on. Sometimes you pick a soft approach, lots of teasing, gentle handjobs, slow stripping, letting them think they’re in control. Other times you go full bastard, push them into rough training, drag them into group sex “for the good of the house”, tie them up, let other girls play with them while you watch. The point & click style makes it feel like you’re poking around a dirty visual novel version of the Seven Kingdoms, finding new places to corrupt: secret chambers, bathhouses, balconies where anyone could see you pressing some noble lady against the wall and filling her up like you’re signing a treaty. I liked that you can screw up, annoy someone, lose a scene or a chance, because it makes the rare perfect harem moments where everyone piles on you feel like you actually schemed for it. Although, tiny thing that annoyed me: sometimes the pacing between political talk and porn whiplashes so hard you go from “serious war council” to “everyone naked and covered in cum” faster than Pornhub autoplay, and then it just pretends that’s normal court etiquette. Still, watching all these powerful women slowly shift from proud and untouchable to horny, desperate, and fully owned by your choices scratches that very specific fantasy itch that softcore fans like me secretly chase while pretending we “play for the story”. And yeah, sometimes the story actually hits too.

There is this rich brat academy dripping in gold and filth where every hallway feels like it smells of perfume, sweat and student loans on fire. They call it some proud National School for Wealth and all that, but the only honest word on the gate is the fuckery. You arrive as the new girl, not shy, not pure, just desperate enough to smile when a teacher’s hand stays too long on your hip. Every class is a trap. Every smile has teeth. The boys walk around like young CEOs with hard-ons, and the girls either bow, bite, or pretend they’re not already wet from the chaos. It is a school, yes, there are tests, exams, cute uniforms with short skirts, but the real grades are written inside you when you go home with his cum still dripping and your GPA somehow higher.

The game throws you in fast. One of the first things that hit me was a quiet little scene behind the gym, where a rich kid with dead shark eyes offers to wipe a piece of your family debt if you “help him relax” before the math test. You can kneel on the cold concrete, feel his fingers tangled in your hair while you choke around his cock, and then pretend it is just a transaction. Or you can try to outplay him, use that management layer to bet on his gambling streak, drag him deeper into his own addiction while he drags you into the stall, panties pushed aside, raw thrusts slamming your back into the door. There is this internal view that pops up when he cums inside, a hot white flood painting your insides, and it stays in your mind more than it should. I liked it. Actually I hated it. It made me feel like a piece of meat caught on camera, and I clicked it again anyway.

What I didn’t expect is how soft and cruel the game can swing between scenes. One moment you’re sitting in some fancy lounge, solving a small puzzle for extra credits, casual masturbation under the table with your phone propped against your thigh, watching a cheap interracial porn clip because the school wifi still hasn’t blocked that site. Next moment you’re pushed into a VIP room at a secret party, half drunk from mystery cocktails, the world blurry, clothes wrinkled, and three guys in suits arguing if they should take turns in your mouth or stuff all your holes at once. They talk about odds like it’s a poker table. You hear chips clacking on the side and understand you’re part of the bet. When the strongest one finally pins you, there’s no romance, just his weight, his cock forcing you open, wet sounds and the rough rhythm that makes your legs tremble. You can choose to pretend you’re in control. You can moan louder, ride him, whisper dirty words into his ear so he loses composure first. It doesn’t really matter. In the end he spills deep inside, again and again, and the game even teases the chance of pregnancy like a sick little flower blooming from all this cum and greed.

Some routes feel almost tender, like when you find a quiet corner in the library and just let the MC touch herself, fingers circling the clit under the skirt, thinking about that one strict teacher’s voice ordering her to stay after class. No big plot, no big drama, only slow breathing and sticky fingers, the small rebellion of using your own body for yourself. I wish there was more of that soft selfish pleasure, but this place is allergic to innocence. Even the romantic path with the “nice” boy can switch into rough male domination if you push him too far, his palm on your throat while he pounds you on the principal’s desk, both of you half afraid someone will walk in. There is a sandbox feeling to it, like the academy is a playground of options, but behind the freedom there is always a price, some drugs slipped in your drink, some lost money at the underground casino, some ending where you are rich, or ruined, or happily knocked up with the seed of the guy you swore you hated. It’s messy. Some scenes feel half-finished, some AI-drawn faces look a bit off, like they belong to a different dream, and a few dialogues read like they were written too fast on a bad day. Still, I kept clicking, chasing the next creampie, the next bad decision, the next time the screen fills with that internal shot that makes your stomach twist with a mix of shame and hunger. It is not beautiful. It is beautiful enough.

Uni feels like one of those cities that looks normal in Google Maps but actually sits on top of some hungry underground thing that watches everyone’s search history. On the surface it’s just school, part time work, cheap coffee, students pretending to be adults. Underneath it’s all blackmail, horny teachers, girls pretending they’re still innocent while they’re already letting some creep grope them behind the gym for “extra credit”. You play this girl who arrives as a total virgin, kind of plain in her uniform but with those stupid big tits that make NPCs talk to her chest before they talk to her face. You decide if she keeps clutching her bag and saying no or if she starts checking how wet she gets when someone pushes her against a locker and grabs her ass in the hallway. The game doesn’t shout it in your face, it just slowly lets those situations happen. You click the wrong place, suddenly you’re peeking into a classroom and there’s a shy girl on her knees giving the teacher a blowjob for better grades, while your protagonist is outside the window, hand halfway under her skirt, not sure if she wants to run or watch closer.

The point and click stuff is simple. You go to school, wander around the city that never looks quite safe, pick up jobs that feel way too grown up for a student. One route she’s serving coffee and dodging hands that always “accidentally” brush her hips, another she’s stripping on a shitty little club stage where the pole squeaks and the guys have stains on their pants already. Sometimes she gets shoved into real BDSM mess, sometimes she’s the one stepping on a guy’s chest with her heel, grinding her foot on his crotch and calling him useless with this awkward, half-lost confidence that actually makes it hotter. There’s lesbian stuff hidden everywhere too, like that moment in the changing room when her “best friend” starts helping her get dressed and the camera suddenly focuses only on fingers sliding under panties. You can make her stay loyal to some guy she dates or throw her straight into cheating and netorare scenes where she’s riding someone else while her supposed boyfriend cries in another route you forgot to open. And there is this foul little detail I loved and hated: the way the game treats creampies as just one more “oops” after a long chain of tiny choices. No big drama, just your girl lying on a cheap bed, thighs open, cum leaking, phone buzzing with some management app where you’re still trying to balance her schedule between classes, prostitution, and pretending everything is normal. It’s not subtle, but corruption never is, it’s more like mold on bread: you stare, say you shouldn’t touch it, then take a bite anyway.

You play a guy who really hit rock bottom. Fired from teaching, reputation trashed, no one in a normal school wants you near a classroom anymore. Then this strange, elite academy for rich brats calls and says, “We’ll give you one last shot.” Of course it’s not that simple. The place looks like a mix between prestige prep school and high-end hostess lounge, and someone thought it was a brilliant idea to turn the students into the main attraction to keep the school alive. That’s your job now: pretend to be their teacher, secretly manage a softcore-to-not-so-softcore sex club, and slowly decide how far these spoiled girls are going to fall for you, for money, or both.

Classes in the daytime feel almost like a joke. They sit there in their fancy uniforms, legs crossed, staring out the window like they’re above everything, while you’re trying to drag their grades from absolute trash to barely acceptable. Then, once the sun’s down, you’re going over costume choices for the club. You pick which girl is going to play innocent idol, which one goes full teasing queen, who’s better staying behind the bar and just leaning forward enough to make the rich clients forget what they came here for. Money comes in, stats go up, and with every night, the line between teacher and pimp gets thinner. Sometimes you’re in your office, pretending to grade homework, and one of them slips in, closes the door and sits on your desk, skirt hiking up little by little while she asks why you gave her a low score. You know exactly what she’s offering to “fix” it. Half of the game is you trying to keep control; the other half is you getting off on watching them offer more than they promised yesterday.

The nicest part is how the corruption doesn’t hit like a hammer, it sneaks. A “strict” girl letting you adjust her lingerie for the first time before the club opens, blushing like crazy but still lifting her arms so you can hook the bra. A shy virgin who starts out terrified by the idea of flirting with strangers, then later gives you this hungry look after her first blowjob in a private room, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and whispering that she wants “extra lessons” with just you. There’s this one scene seared into my brain: you send a usually obedient student to a VIP booth as a test. She’s nervous as hell, knees shaking, but determined to impress you. A drunk old client pulls her onto his lap and gropes her under the table, and the camera angle holds just long enough to see her face glitch between disgust, confusion, and a tiny flicker of arousal she doesn’t understand yet. That quiet voyeur moment hits harder than any noisy sex animation later. One route lets you push them into full-on prostitution, bargaining behind thin curtains while you watch their silhouettes move, waiting outside like some twisted chaperone. Another path keeps them on the “just flirting and touching” side, but the way they tease you personally in the corridors, in empty classrooms, blowing you under the desk between classes, makes that so-called “safer” path feel even more intimate. The game keeps throwing you tiny choices that seem harmless, like letting a girl go braless under her uniform “for confidence”, then a week later you’re watching grainy mobile videos of her breasts bouncing on some rich bastard’s lap, recorded through a VIP booth window while you decide if you’re more turned on or furious. Nothing feels fully clean. Not the romance, not the sex, not your role. That’s kind of the charm. And the problem.

Everything is falling apart, streets full of dead meat, and somehow you end up as the guy in charge of a squad of hot “Angels” who listen when you say “search that building” or “get on your knees.” The whole thing feels like someone mixed a zombie survival sim with a porn addict’s notebook. One moment you are checking the scavenging list, counting bullets and medicine, next moment you are in a tight corridor with one of your girls, her back against a cracked wall, your hand over her mouth so she doesn’t moan too loud while you fuck her brains out. Literally worried there are zombies on the other side of the door, while she’s drooling on your fingers and begging you to finish inside. Priorities get weird fast.

At the base, it’s this comfy little loop where you send girls to explore ruins, manage supplies, keep everyone alive, and then slowly twist the knife in their heads. You decide if you play the “nice leader” who builds trust, gives headpats, gentle kisses, soft oral scenes where she’s doing her best to impress you because she actually loves you. Or you go full bastard and train them like property. Same girl that shyly jerks you off in the infirmary later ends up naked in the garage, hands tied above her head, sweat and cum on her thighs while you use her tits as your personal stress ball because a raid went bad. The game actually lets you push that trainer angle, so you’re not just clicking through random porn. You’re thinking “ok, I need more ammo, but also I really want to break this stubborn sniper girl who keeps arguing with me.” So you send her on dangerous missions, praise her when she obeys, punish her when she talks back. Next thing you know she’s walking through camp with your mark around her neck, pretending she hates it while she’s soaking wet.

What I like most is how the scenes don’t feel disconnected from the management part. You screw up a run, bring them back exhausted and blood on their clothes, and that leads to moments like patching them up in the shower, hands wandering, her on her knees with water dripping off her hair while she takes your cock in her mouth as a “thank you for saving me.” Or you succeed, everyone relaxed, and you decide “ok, tonight we do a little public show.” Line up two of your Angels in the rec room, make them kneel side by side, both sucking you while the others pretend they’re not watching. You choose if this is corruption, if they cheat on their old boyfriends, if they enjoy being displayed like meat, if you make them swallow every last drop or pull out and spray their faces like trophies. There is something very dirty about mixing harem politics with zombies eating people outside the walls. One girl is getting railed on a busted couch, tits bouncing, getting a creampie because you want to mark her as yours, and in the background the radio is talking about another safe zone falling. The game does not really care about “being heroic.” It cares about how far you are willing to go, how much control you want, and how many of these Angels you turn from frightened survivors into cock-hungry, obedient toys who still pick up their rifles and go back into hell for you the next morning.