Jade grew up learning two things: hide what’s between her legs, and never trust anyone who smiles too wide when they say “we’re all equal here.” The game drops you right into that kind of world, still aching after a nasty war, where futas were supposed to be holy miracle weapons and ended up treated like walking biohazards. She’s the unlucky one in her bloodline, the first futa born in generations, stuck pretending to be just another pretty girl while her body is screaming the exact opposite. Then someone close to her turns up dead, and suddenly she’s not just trying to keep her secret, she’s stuck doing actual detective work, crawling through the filth of this broken city, knocking on doors, following leads, and trying not to pop a boner every time some soft, curious piece of ass leans in too close during “questioning.” It’s half investigation, half “I swear officer, the suspect tripped and landed on my dick.”

The whole thing feels like the game is trying to seduce you and then insult you at the same time. One minute you’re in a tense scene, talking to this icy noblewoman who clearly thinks futas are monsters, and the next she’s on her knees, lipstick smeared, trying to pretend she isn’t moaning when Jade buries that cock down her throat. There’s a lot of that push and pull: girls who act disgusted and then end up begging, twins who “only fool around with each other” until Jade walks in and ruins that promise in about five seconds, a shy virgin type who swears she’s straight then melts the first time she gets her face sat on. When the game wants to go all in on lesbian stuff, it really goes for it, all tongue and fingers and messy grinding, wet thighs and shaky breathing, the kind of scenes where you can almost hear the bedframe complaining. And then sometimes it just decides, no, you’re getting your soul emptied right now, have a futa pounding some cute thing into the mattress, creampie dripping out while she blushes and tries to keep eye contact. It’s not elegant, it’s just hot and awkward, like real bad decisions.

What caught me off guard is how much the story keeps poking at Jade’s identity while it’s also busy drowning everyone in sex. She’s not some cool, confident porn goddess. Half the time she’s flustered, trying to do serious investigation stuff while her cock is literally twitching because the witness has thick thighs and zero concept of personal space. There’s this one interrogation where she’s supposed to be getting info about the murder, but the suspect’s a trapped, pretty-boy type who looks more like a runaway idol than anything, and it slowly turns into Jade humiliating him, making him stroke her while he whimpers and remembers he was “totally straight” yesterday. The game doesn’t care. It just leans into the corruption, the “I’m not like that” girls who turn into full-on sluts for Jade, the mouthy racist guy who ends up taking it just to keep his deal, the proud lady who swears she’ll never kneel to a futa and then literally does it, dripping on the floor. It’s not gentle, sometimes it’s rough and mean, and then randomly you get a scene where Jade is weirdly tender, holding a pregnant lover’s belly and kissing her, like she’s scared to break that small warm moment. And anyway, I still don’t understand why one NPC’s phone UI looks exactly like old WhatsApp while everyone else has some fake chat app, but it bothered me the whole time and I kept checking it every scene and then forgot what I was talking about.

Office VPN says I'm doing “market research”, which is exactly what this game feels like: research on how far you can push a dude with a boring life until he decides, screw it, I’m going full villain for pussy. You start as this regular guy stuck in routine, same tiny wins, same weak porn on your phone before sleep, and the game basically looks at you and goes: what if you actually tried? Not in a motivational LinkedIn way. More like, what if you stop pretending you’re a good person and start pulling strings to get that thick, curvy beach goddess to suck you off behind the bar while the waves hit the sand in the background. It frames it like “choices” and “romance”, but man, some of those choices are straight up corruption, no sugar on top. You push her, you guide her, you break her limits, and the story keeps acting like this is a logical career progression.

What surprised me, from my nerd side, is how the pacing feels like a weird growth chart. Early game is flat line. You sit through a lot of “normal life” talk, texting, little flirty moments that feel almost too pure. You’re at the beach, they’re in swimsuits, tits obviously front and center, but the game teases more than it gives. Then suddenly one decision spikes the curve like a crypto pump. You go from a shy hug to having this “good mom” type wrapped around your dick, breasts pressing on your chest while she tries to convince herself she’s still a decent person. The AI-made images actually lean into that: you get these scenes where the milf’s ass fills half the screen, swimsuit riding up, expression kind of guilty, kind of hungry. Sometimes the faces look a little off and I got distracted counting the fingers like some data QA freak, but then the next CG drops and now she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, and I forget to complain. It sells the fantasy that you’re the one driving her from romantic cuddles to full-on obedient plaything. Even when the dialogue gets a bit awkward, like Google Translate had a stroke, the mood stays hot because the game leans hard on tension and slow burn. A hand on her thigh at sunset. Her pretending she’s just “helping you relax”. The way her huge tits strain against that already too-tight top. Then you click one aggressive option and boom, you’re grabbing her hair, guiding her mouth, and she lets you, because by then you’ve already nudged her down that slope click by click.

If you want to squeeze the most juice out of this thing, don’t speedrun the lewd stuff like a horny raccoon. Take the “nice” options sometimes, build that fake romance, then flip to the more controlling choices when she’s already half in love and confused. Let her think you’re her safe place while you’re the one pushing her into dirtier scenes. The payoff hits way harder when you’ve seen her in the cute beach dates and late-night talks first, then watch her end up with cum on her tongue, looking up at you like she can’t believe what she’s doing and still wants more.

This one feels like when you were a teenager hiding in your room with crappy headphones, playing GTA on a tiny screen and pausing every time someone walked by, but now it grew up, got tits, and started doing mafia shit. You play this woman who looks like she should be on some rich guy’s yacht, but instead she’s stuck dealing with thugs, dirty money, “family business,” and her own fucked-up past that never really shuts up. She’s tough, but not superhero tough. More like: sometimes she smokes in silence, sometimes she wants to fuck someone’s brains out just to forget, sometimes she looks at the city lights and you know she’s thinking, “If I jump sides now, who shoots me first?” The game lets you tease, stall, and pull back a lot. Foreplay is practically a mechanic. There are whole scenes where nothing “big” happens, she just leans in too close, plays with a guy’s expectations, arches her back so those massive tits are right in frame, then walks away like “not yet.” And yeah, eventually it’s not just teasing. When clothes start coming off, they really come off. You get her pressed on cold cars, bent over expensive desks, riding a guy who should probably be at some mafia meeting but is instead buried in her ass while she’s half moaning, half threatening him. Her body is like its own character: big chest, hips that don’t even pretend to be subtle, that kind of ass where even walking across a room looks like a lap dance. There’s a bit where she’s negotiating with some asshole, pretending to be all serious, then she just sits on the edge of his desk like it’s nothing and crosses her legs slow. The camera knows exactly where you’re looking. It’s uncomfortably real in that “I should not be this horny while they’re talking about murder” kind of way.

I like how it mixes all this heavy crime drama with sexual tension that never fully goes away. Sometimes you’re choosing if she stays loyal to one side or sells them out for another, and right after that you’re choosing if she lets a guy taste her or just grind on him till he’s begging. At one point she’s half naked in a dim room, with city lights outside, talking about revenge like it’s a dirty secret, and the scene is so long I started wondering if my phone bugged out. It didn’t. They just wanted me to stare at her curves forever. It reminded me of those old flash games on Newgrounds where the sex scenes were kind of clumsy but you still replayed them ten times, except this is way cleaner and dirtier at the same time. Funny thing, the sound of her heels on the pavement got stuck in my head more than the moans did, and now every time I hear that click-clack outside I think of her pressing her chest against some guy’s back, whispering into his ear while her hand slides lower. And I’m still annoyed the game used the same alley background twice in a row during a really hot scene and I cannot stop noticing it every time I go back there. It’s like when Pornhub buffers at the exact wrong second and you still remember that freeze-frame. I was going to say something smart here about crime stories and power fantasies but honestly I just keep seeing that one shot of her bending over a car hood with her huge ass in the air, pretending she’s checking for damage while the guy behind her is clearly not thinking about the car at all. Anyway. Streets. Sex. Bad decisions. Big tits. That’s the vibe.

Leo Pujols has exactly one dream in life: put ridiculous tattoos on buttholes and somehow call it “culture”. That’s the whole vibe. You show up in this sleepy town called Las Nalgas, where everyone pretends they’re classy while secretly being horny and petty as hell, and you’re the guy opening the first dedicated asshole tattoo studio on the main street. You sit there with your little tablet, staring at cheeks spread on the chair, and the game is just like, “yeah, what do you wanna draw on this rear end today?” Hearts, stupid slogans, cursed memes, whatever. You’re not just picking dialogue, you’re literally sketching on asses and then having to live with that choice when the owner walks around town with “BREATH FART” permanently stamped around their ring. People start reacting to your work too. You give one prim librarian a tiny classy flower around her hole, she walks different after that, and suddenly she’s way more confident during later scenes. You slap a bright neon dick on some macho dude’s backdoor as a joke and that comes back in the weirdest conversation at the bar. The writing leans hard into that “I can’t believe someone got paid to write this” energy. Jokes about “town budget” and “cultural funding” end up being about who gets to show off their butthole on the festival poster. There’s this angry protest group trying to shut your shop down, and every time they appear, they talk like they’re saving the youth from degeneracy while the camera just keeps cutting to huge bouncing tits and people nervously clenching. It’s stupid, but it kind of works because the game never acts serious for more than 3 seconds. One moment you’re in a legit emotional scene about freedom of expression, next moment you’re zoomed in on some chick’s asshole trying to decide if you outline the star in black or red while she moans because the needle is “too close to the rim”. It’s chaotic in a good way.

The anal focus is not some side thing, it’s the center of gravity. Every route circles back to asses. Big soft ones, hard gym ones, hairy dude cheeks, there’s a whole parade of butt variety. Penetration scenes constantly play with the tattoos you made. Like, you pound a girl from behind and the dumb little cartoon you drew is just wobbling there like it’s judging you. Sometimes it’s hot as fuck, sometimes it’s so funny you actually lose the mood and still keep going because the writing is that stupid. There’s a scene where you’re mid-anal with a client who specifically came in to “christen” the fresh ink, and she starts critiquing your line work between moans. “Fuck me harder, but also you really can’t keep a straight curve, can you?” That hit me right in my gamer pride. I wanted an undo button so bad and of course there isn’t one. Choices actually stack up in social ways too. You piss off one big-titted local politician by putting a really vulgar message near her hole, and when the council stuff happens later, she remembers. Like, you’re standing at a public meeting where they talk about art grants, and everyone in the room has seen her asshole in the booth at some point. The humor is juvenile as hell, tons of poop-adjacent jokes and butt puns, but every now and then you get this really horny, surprisingly tender anal scene that feels like it fell in from a different game. Then the next line is some nonsense about “emergency sphincter zoning laws” and you’re back to laughing. It has that messy energy of a dev who really loves asses and doesn’t care about being “tasteful”, which is kinda refreshing in a trashy way. The game’s not trying to be beautiful, it’s trying to make you laugh and jerk off while you draw terrible art on people’s back doors, and honestly, it nails that way too well.

Magic in this game feels like horny office politics with spells instead of emails. You’re this “secret third guy” with real power in a fantasy world where magic is drying up and the rich Great Families are freaking out and trying to own whoever still has it. They want to control your dick and your destiny at the same time. Your old mentor drags you back into their mess, and suddenly you’re surrounded by people who either want to study your Affinity, fuck it, or both. A lot of “both”, honestly. One moment you’re sitting in some fancy manor library pretending to listen to theories about why magic is dying, next moment your lap is full of a horny noble girl with big tits asking if she can “help you focus your energy”. Translation: she’s grinding on you and begging you to take her virginity while still pretending this is research. And it kind of is, because the game keeps treating sex like science and therapy and family drama all smashed together. It shouldn’t work, but it does, and then suddenly there’s a monster girl with claws holding your wrists to the bed and purring that she wants to see how much “human seed” it takes to make a hybrid pregnancy work out. I actually laughed, then I kept clicking, then I completely forgot I was laughing when her tongue hit your balls.

What hit me more than I expected is how many of these characters are kinda broken on the inside while still being absolute sluts on the outside. Like one elf milf who talks like a strict professor, all proper and controlled, then the scene just pivots and she’s kneeling between your legs, glasses slightly crooked, drool on your shaft, whispering she needs to feel “proof you’re real” in her throat. The blowjob is great obviously, but the tiny animation of her fingers digging into your thighs and that tiny ahegao flicker when you finally creampie her mouth, that detail stayed with me way too long. There’s a teasing pacing to the game where sometimes it makes you wait and sometimes it just throws you into a full group scene out of nowhere. One moment you’re having a quiet talk about Affinity theory, the next these ladies are basically arguing over who gets to ride you first while you’re pushed onto some couch like an exhausted porn actor. And I hated how often the camera cut away from the actual penetration to focus on faces or hands, but then in the next scene the exact same choice felt perfect, so I don’t even know what my brain wants anymore. The humor is messy and kinda awkward, like when a serious council meeting keeps getting derailed because one of the monster girls is still sore from the spanking you gave her and can’t sit still. There’s lesbian stuff too, and it isn’t just a “for your gaze” thing, they actually forget about you mid-scene at one point and keep eating each other out while you’re just standing there, pants open, like some extra. Honestly that part felt weirdly real. The whole found-family angle hides under all the titfucks and groping and anal teasing and whatnot, so you go from laughing at a stupid sex toy joke to suddenly being hit with “hey, we’re your home now” right after you’ve painted someone’s womb with a thick creampie. It’s messy, horny, sentimental, and sometimes it talks too much about magic, but when the spanking starts and the moans sync with those little animated thrusts, you’ll forget what the Great Families were even arguing about in the first place.

Island Sun feels like someone took a guilty-pleasure soap opera, locked it in a resort hotel room, and whispered “you can be a bad girl now” in its ear. You play as Wendy, early 30s, blonde, thick in all the right places, with a fat ass that the camera clearly loves way more than her husband does. She’s supposed to be living that sweet island dream with Henry, but it takes like five minutes to realize the real vacation is about how many rules you can quietly break. The whole thing runs like a visual novel on autopilot at first: nice beach, sunny streets, people way too friendly for no reason. Then you notice how often dialogues turn into “innocent” touches, “accidental” gropes, and those camera angles that just stay on her tits for a bit too long. You click “joke back” once and suddenly an NPC’s hand is on her thigh and she’s not pulling away very fast.

The choices hit harder than they look, even when the game pretends they don’t. You get those fake safe ones like “be polite” vs “flirt a little” and you think, ok, nothing wild. Two scenes later that polite option has Wendy drinking with some local dude and you’re watching her slowly slide from shy small talk into doing a blowjob in a dark corner of the resort bar, trying not to ruin her lipstick. Sometimes she resists, sometimes she just… leans into it, and that’s where the corruption part starts to feel dirty in a good way. One moment you’re helping her keep her marriage intact, next moment she’s grinding on a sunbed with a stranger’s hand under her bikini, and she’s thinking about Henry for like half a second before her eyes roll back. I liked that some scenes don’t go full porn right away. You get a handjob behind a palm tree, or a quick suck in a hot tub while the bartender pretends not to see, before the game starts throwing rougher stuff in your face. There’s this one scene in a hotel hallway where a guy just pushes her back to the wall and kisses her like he owns her, and her body gives in long before her brain does. You can shut it down if you want, but it really feels like you’re fighting against the game’s own horny gravity.

What really caught me is how the island itself becomes kinda like a pervy character. You start to recognize places as “oh yeah, that’s where I let the gym trainer pull her bikini top down” or “that’s the spot she kneeled between that muscular guy’s legs and tried to take his whole cock in her mouth while the ocean was behind them.” The resort feels safe on the surface, but every door you click is another chance for Wendy to cheat, or almost cheat, or pretend it was an accident while cum is still drying on her lips. The corruption curve is uneven in a way that feels human. One day she’s acting like a horny slut, swallowing a load in a hotel room while her wedding ring glows in the light, next day she’s blushing like crazy because somebody grabs her ass in the pool and you’re like, girl, after what you did yesterday? Some people will hate that, but I kinda enjoyed that she’s not just instantly turning into a porn robot. Just don’t expect the story to respect your morals too much. You say “I’ll keep her faithful” and then the game hits you with a slow, teasing massage scene where the guy’s fingers slide under her panties in the most casual way, and her moans get a little too loud, and suddenly that promise feels fragile as fuck. By the time you’re making choices about who she spreads her legs for, the island already changed her, and honestly, you probably helped.

Guy starts broken as fuck. Not “a bit sad”, like actually hollow inside, just going through motions, sleep, work, repeat, porn as background noise, dead eyes. Game hits you with that right away. No heroic bullshit, no magic fix. Just a dude who lost something that mattered and now he’s stumbling around this city full of soft lights and quiet rooms and people who keep asking if he’s alright when it’s obvious he isn’t.

Then the women start showing up, and that’s where I went from “eh, just trying” to full-on addicted. They’re not cartoon bimbos who exist only to suck dick. They look thick and real, big tits that bounce when they walk, asses that fill the whole screen when they bend to pick something. And the way they move is what sold me. Little idle animations, tongue sliding around the tip when they do a lazy blowjob, fingers squeezing his shaft like they’re actually feeling the veins. First time I got a handjob scene, I literally stopped touching my mouse, just watching her jerk him while her boobs pressed into his arm, slow strokes, that wet sound looping just right. Oral scenes get nasty in the best way: spit strands, gagging a bit, her eyes watering when you push too deep, then she smiles with his cum on her lips. And when you finally push inside, the pussy animation is not just “in-out machine”. You see her folds stretch, his cock disappear inside, and then that moment where she grips him with her thighs and pulls him in all the way. Creampie shots are filthy as hell, thick load pulsing inside, then leaking out over swollen lips while she’s still breathing heavy. The best one I got was after a quiet, kind of sentimental build up. They talked, she opened up, he hesitated, then they fucked on the couch, and when he finished in her, she held him close like she didn’t want him to pull out, like the cum was some kind of anchor. It felt weirdly intimate and also I had my dick in my hand, so yeah.

What surprised me is the game actually lets you sit with his grief instead of rushing you from one sex scene to another. You’re choosing how this guy deals with pain: does he sink into random hookups, just using every big ass that offers itself as a distraction, or does he try real romance, slowly building something that might hurt even more if it fails. Some choices feel tiny, like texting late at night or ignoring a call, but later it hits you when one girl shows up at your place just to check on you, no sex at first, just talking on the bed, her hand finding yours. And then of course that turns into a sloppy blowjob minutes later with her on her knees between your legs, taking you all the way, moaning with her mouth full, but that first part, when she touches his shoulder and he flinches, is what sticks. Not everything is perfect: pacing sometimes drags with too much talking about his feelings and there was one scene where the angle made her head look slightly off and it pulled me out for a second, like “why is her neck doing that”. Also one of the early romantic bits tries too hard to be emotional and ends up kind of corny, but then right after that she rides him facing the window, tits bouncing, his hands gripping her hips while you decide whether to hold back or fill her up, and suddenly I didn’t care. It feels like a game made by someone who actually knows what it’s like to miss a person and then try to stuff that hole with sex and attention and messy relationships. Sometimes you chase comfort, sometimes you just want to raw dog your sadness away. The game lets you do both, and doesn’t judge, which honestly made the final creampie I got feel way heavier than it had any right to.

Twilight City is one of those places that looks like a shitty Netflix crime show if you squint, but then it opens its legs and suddenly you remember why you still play this kind of stuff instead of scrolling Pornhub like a goldfish. You’re the guy with the dead eyes and the old case eating your brain, the whole “Red Tape Killer” urban legend that refuses to stay buried. Instead of doing the usual noir thing where everything starts in some smoky office, the story yanks you straight back to your college days, when your biggest problems were exams, cheap coffee, and trying not to stare at your classmates’ tits for too long. That part is actually the nice trick here: you know this is all going somewhere very ugly, but the game forces you to wade through that bittersweet student life where every girl feels important and every bad choice is quietly sharpening the knife for later.

College isn’t some generic porn campus here, although yeah, there’s plenty of “oops, she’s bending over again” moments. You’ve got this mix of girls who feel like they stepped out of different games and accidentally ended up in the same one. There’s the playful tease who keeps fucking with you during group projects, brushing her hand along your thigh under the table while the professor drones on, acting like nothing is happening. Another one pretends she’s only interested in “helping you study” then slowly slides her hand into your lap while asking about your future, as if your cock is part of the career plan. The sex scenes don’t waste your time with theatrical bullshit either. Handjobs that start messy and rushed because you’re both afraid someone will walk in. Slow, drawn out oral where she looks up at you with that smug “I own you now” expression. Classic pussy pounding in a tiny dorm room that squeaks at every thrust while you’re both trying to keep the volume low and completely failing. Tits and ass are front and center, obviously, bouncing in rhythm with every movement. The animations are not perfect, some loops feel a bit stiff, and sometimes her mouth movement is weirdly off from the audio, but honestly that rough edge gives it this cheap porn studio vibe that kind of works. Then again, I’m half blind from too many Steam “adult” games, so maybe I’m just broken.

Under all the fucking, there’s that slow burn detective thread doing push-ups in the background. Random details from banal scenes suddenly matter, like a half-seen red ribbon tied to a bag, or a line in a casual conversation that hits differently when you remember you’re chasing a serial killer. One time I picked a dialogue choice just to be a bit of a sarcastic asshole and later realized it was tied to whether someone actually trusts you enough to open up about a creepy incident on campus. Choices don’t scream “THIS WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING” in neon text, they just sit there, and later you realize you nudged the story into a darker corner. The investigation parts are pretty light, more about talking, piecing together small clues, and deciding who you believe instead of playing CSI with a magnifying glass, but the tone fits. That mix of college romance, interracial hookups, and a slowly closing criminal net is strangely addictive. You’re balls deep in a girl, her legs wrapped tight around your waist, and at the same time your brain is quietly replaying that message the killer sent you in the future, trying to match the threat to one of these pretty faces. It’s fucked up, it’s horny, it trips over its own shoes sometimes with pacing, and the writing swings between sharp and cheesy like a drunk on a staircase, yet I kept clicking next, just to see which of these “innocent” memories is hiding the rot.

Whole thing feels like someone mashed a horny VN with an old Resident Evil save room and then forgot to add actual zombies in more than once every ten minutes. You’re the only dude in this ragtag camp that looks like it smells of sweat, cheap deodorant and dried blood, stuck with women who are way too hot for the world to be falling apart. They’re all tense, tired, half broken, living in this shitty half-collapsed building surrounded by groaning corpses, and yet the main problem in your head is how badly you want to fuck at least half the group. It’s not subtle. The game doesn’t even try to pretend you’re noble. You’re supposed to be “helping the group survive” but the first thing you notice is titties spilling out of ripped tops and shorts that would get you kicked from a normal Discord server. And the best part is that the MC knows he is a creep. He just keeps going anyway.

Scenes kind of creep up on you. One moment you’re arguing over how much food is left or who guards the door tonight, next thing you’re peeking around a corner while one of the girls fingers herself in a sleeping bag, thinking no one can see. Camera just sits there, watching her bite her lip, watching her try so hard to be quiet so the others don’t wake up, and of course your idiot protagonist is tenting his pants while you click through inner monologue like “should I leave, should I keep staring, should I pull my cock out and stroke it right here.” You can. The game lets you be that much of a degenerate. You choose how far to push it, like staying longer, risking her catching you, dick in hand, or backing away and then later pretending you “heard a noise.” There’s even this scene where you’re on watch duty on the roof, she sneaks up to “talk,” and the talk somehow ends with her on her knees, giving this messy, rushed blowjob while zombies shuffle around down on the street. I liked that the game doesn’t romanticize it much, it’s awkward, she’s grumpy, you’re half scared, you cum anyway. Classic.

Sometimes it feels more like a porn chat story someone made in Ren’Py while horny on X and HentaiFoundry in the background. A lot of clicking, a lot of text, then suddenly a choice that actually matters: do you own up to the shitty thing you did earlier, or lie your way out and risk being kicked out of camp later. You do a brave thing once, and the game never lets you forget it, like “yeah you saved us from zombies but you also tried to jerk off on watch, maybe chill.” There is piss stuff too, out of nowhere. One girl is too scared to go pee alone outside because she heard moans behind the fence, so you go with her, and the scene just becomes this weird mix of fear and lust. She squats behind a ruined car, panties around her boot, you hear the stream hit the cracked concrete, she’s blushing, and you’re staring way too hard. Game happily lets you beat your meat over that if you angle your choices right. It’s dirty in this very specific way, like old pixel porn games from Newgrounds except everything is cleaner and the tits are bigger and actually bounce a bit. I tried playing it on my phone in Chrome once and almost alt tabbed to Reddit too fast when the anal scene started, her face half pressed into some moldy mattress while you’re pounding her, trying not to scream because there might be zombies hearing you. Honestly I kinda love how clumsy some dialogue is, like lines that sound like they were written by someone who learned English from Pornhub comments, but at the same time I kept thinking “who the hell chooses this stiff font for horny stuff.” That font annoys me so much and I never got used to it. Anyway, half the game is just you stuck between being a half decent survivor and a total creep who will risk the entire group just to get a handjob behind the barricaded door. And somehow that mix works way better than it should.