It starts weirdly wholesome. April’s there, all journalistic fire and that red hair that looks like it got caught in a sunrise, and you think, “Oh, okay, this’ll be another dumb parody with bad jokes and lazy fanservice.” But no. It’s filthier, funnier, and somehow more self-aware than it has any right to be. The way it leans into the absurdity of mutant turtle lust while keeping April’s snark intact - it shouldn’t work, but it does. And yeah, the humor’s juvenile as hell, but it hits the sweet spot between ridiculous and hot, like someone actually thought, “What if we didn’t pretend this wasn’t insane?” The dialogue feels like it was written by someone who’s been both too online and too horny for too long, and honestly? Respect.

There’s this one scene in the sewers - don’t worry, not the gross kind of sewer scene - where April’s trying to hold an interview, and the camera keeps drifting lower, and you can almost hear her thinking, *why am I still doing this job?* That moment alone sums up the game’s tone: half erotic comedy, half existential crisis. The pacing’s all over the place, but in a good way. You’ll be laughing, then suddenly the game drops a line so filthy you choke on your drink. The animations aren’t perfect (one of the turtles’ eyes does this twitchy thing that freaked me out), but there’s something charming in how unpolished it feels. Like an inside joke between degenerates who grew up watching Saturday morning cartoons and never quite recovered.

By the way, the menu music slaps - real funky bassline - and then it loops too short, and you start noticing it, and you can’t un-hear it. Drives me nuts. Still, it fits somehow. Everything about it feels like someone dared the devs to go too far and they said, “Bet.” It’s parody that forgot to wink. It’s raunchy, shameless, and somehow kind of sweet. I hate that I liked it as much as I did.