Doctor Doom down bad is honestly a whole mood. In this thing he is not the cool comic book villain planning galaxy brain strategies, he is basically a horny bastard who lost everything and now crawls back up by breaking girls one by one. You start small, like some sleazy trainer that somehow still thinks in monologues from Shakespeare, then bit by bit you are twisting minds, ruining heroes, and turning half the Marvel city into your personal sex zoo. The witch Ratri shows up, gives him this Dominium power that lets him push into people’s heads, and from there it is just corruption porn all the way down. You go from “please don’t touch me” to “yes master, more” with a few clicks and some dirty little scenes that feel like reading a fucked up comic scan you definitely should not have on your phone at work but you do anyway.

What really hit me is how the girls are not just random nobodies. It is all the ones I crushed on when I was younger and scrolling through fanart on DeviantArt like a creep. Susan Storm acting all proper at first, then doing anal in a cheap motel because Doom pushed just the right mental button. Black Widow trying to be stoic super spy while she is on her knees, gagging on his cock, pretending she still has control. Firestar going from bright hero to street-level whore, selling her body off because you nudged her into prostitution and then watched the gangbang through some camera like a full on voyeur. One playthrough I had Jessica Jones drunk, swearing at Doom while he has her hands tied, using her anyway, mixing that rough *** fantasy with this bitter, sad energy that honestly hit me way harder than I expected in a porn game. You flick between almost playful teasing, like a handjob under the table while the Fantastic Four are in the same room, to ugly stuff like blackmail, mind control, and using them as slaves, and the game never stops to ask if you are a good person. It just shrugs and says “you clicked it, bro.”

Sometimes the pacing is weird and the point and click stuff makes me feel like an idiot, hunting for the one pixel that actually progresses the scene while Doom is supposed to be this genius. One time I spent ages trying to trigger a Madame Hydra event and ended up stuck with Lucia von Bardas and some half-finished blowjob loop that made me want to throw my phone. The animations are janky in spots, yet then you hit a sequence with Silk stripping, tongue out, stroking him with her ass, and suddenly you forget every complaint. Delila and Mockingbird show up and I swear the game just kind of laughs at continuity, but whatever, they get naked, they get corrupted, they get used. There is this one voyeurism bit where you watch Mary Jane and Black Cat fool around while Doom just toys with them like dolls, then later you drag them into full swinging and they do it because you rewired them, not because they wanted it. If you are lonely and horny and a little broken, the whole thing feels like someone dipped your Marvel crushes in gasoline and lit a match. It is trashy, cruel, weirdly funny, and sometimes I hate myself while clicking, but I still keep going back, like Doom himself learning nothing at all.

I don’t even know what I expected when I clicked on *that* thumbnail, but this game’s hotel isn’t a place you walk into - it’s something that kind of swallows you. The first girl greets you with that half-dead sparkle, like she just crawled out of a morgue and straight into your lap, and somehow it works? Her skin’s got that faint blue tint, but when she starts talking dirty, you forget the “zombie” part real quick. There’s this weird rhythm to how the rooms unlock - like the game is teasing you, always dangling another girl behind some invisible counter. You think you’re done after the scientist chick who keeps calling you “specimen,” but then bam, the door slides open and there’s Luna Snow looking like she wandered out of a Marvel crossover fanfic gone horny.

What messes with me is how inconsistent everything feels in the best way. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes it’s like watching a fever dream where Velma Dinkley is teaching you anatomy lessons you definitely didn’t get in school. The moaning animation syncs up too well with the clicking sound - tiny thing, but once you notice, you can’t unhear it. And don’t get me started on the hotel lobby music, which sounds like someone mixed elevator jazz with funeral bells; somehow it fits when a zombie nurse is giving you a handjob that looks way too professional. The cum-as-currency idea? Ridiculous, yet satisfying. It’s like capitalism finally found its true form. I kinda hate how much I laughed at myself keeping score like a finance bro.

There’s one glitch that drives me nuts: sometimes the girls’ eyes freeze mid-blowjob, like you’ve offended them spiritually, but maybe that’s the point? Half the charm is that it doesn’t apologize for being messy. The writing swings from cheesy one-liners to genuinely filthy pillow talk that catches you off guard. You’ll finish one scene thinking, “Okay, that’s enough,” and five minutes later you’re unlocking Katara doing something that’d make Nickelodeon lawyers cry. It’s a trainwreck in a silk robe, and I mean that as a compliment.