I started this one out of curiosity, expecting some goofy parody nonsense, but ended up weirdly invested in how far it’d push the “Mystery Gang but everyone’s horny and morally sideways” idea. It’s not shy about being nasty, that’s for sure. The tone goes from slapstick to straight-up filthy without blinking - one second Daphne’s teasing with that fake-innocent grin, next she’s doing things that’d make a cam site blush. I kind of liked that shamelessness, even if sometimes it felt like it was trying too hard to shock. The humor’s crude, messy, but that’s part of the fun - like watching people cosplay too well, and then forget they’re pretending. Fred’s written as this clean-cut idiot who slowly realizes he’s not the main character anymore, and it’s both funny and sad in a way I didn’t expect. Velma’s corruption arc? Way too hot, even when it gets borderline mean.

The sandbox thing works better than I thought - it gives you room to poke around and see how different choices twist the group dynamic. There’s a scene with a mirror and a toy that’s so ridiculous it almost breaks the tone, but then it doubles down and somehow sells it. I wish the sound design wasn’t so uneven, though; sometimes it’s moans, sometimes it’s dead silence like someone forgot to hit record. Still, the awkwardness adds charm. The game doesn’t care if it’s pretty or polished, it just wants to push you toward that point where you laugh and gasp at the same time. I caught myself mumbling “that’s too much” while clicking for the next round. It’s that kind of ride.

What’s strange is how it sneaks in a bit of character work under all the sleaze. You start noticing how each of them gives in differently - Daphne plays with it, Velma rationalizes it, Fred just breaks. I kept expecting some moral wrap-up, but it never comes, just more teasing, more corruption, like a loop you don’t really want to end. I guess that’s the point.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much during what’s basically a porn game about rebuilding civilization with your dick, but here we are. “Dickcare” doesn’t even pretend to have subtlety, which somehow makes it better. It’s like the dev looked at every crossover hentai fantasy - Velma squinting behind foggy glasses, Raven pretending she’s not into it, Tatsumaki rolling her eyes while secretly moaning - and said, yeah, let’s just throw them all in one ruined world and call it salvation. The writing’s half self-aware and half deranged sincerity; the voice lines swing between awkwardly horny and genuinely funny. There’s one scene with Frankie in a busted gym locker room that made me pause, not because it was hot (though it is), but because she calls you “hero” in this weird soft tone right before things get messy. It stays in your head longer than expected.

What’s wild is how much *sound* adds to everything. You can tell someone cared about the way a zipper slides down or the slap echoing off concrete walls. The sandbox part? Looser than it sounds. You wander, talk, get distracted by some zombie side plot that doesn’t matter, and suddenly Velma’s stuck halfway through a ventilation shaft. It’s ridiculous, yeah, but also... kind of perfect. There’s no grind, no fake moral choice. Just dirty, absurd freedom. Though, I swear one moaning loop cuts off too early - it’s such a small glitch but now I obsess over it. Maybe that’s the point: perfection would ruin the charm.

It’s funny how a game full of cum jokes and cartoon parodies ends up feeling more alive than most serious stuff. Maybe because it doesn’t care if you take it seriously. One minute you’re saving humanity, next you’re wiping something off Raven’s cape while she pretends not to blush. If there were awards for “Most Unnecessarily Emotional Cum Scene,” this one wins without competition.

It’s kind of ridiculous how fast I went from “what the hell is this?” to “okay, never mind, I’m into this.” The game throws you into Camp Pinewood like it expects you to already know everyone - Jessica’s smirking at you like she’s seen your browser history, Starfire can’t decide if she’s shy or secretly running the place, and then there’s Daphne, who acts like she’s above it all but still ends up bent over a desk two scenes later. Everything feels like someone mashed together every Saturday morning cartoon crush and said, *fine, they all live here now.* Nothing makes sense, but that’s part of the charm. It’s messy, horny, and self-aware enough to laugh at itself right before things get too heated.

The pacing’s weird - in one moment you’re helping Gwen carry boxes, next thing you’re getting cornered behind a cabin while she whispers something that’d make a sailor blush. You sort of drift between voyeur moments and full-on chaos; I kept expecting a real plot twist, but then Lola Bunny shows up in a crop top and that thought just evaporated. There’s something funny about the characters pretending they don’t notice you staring, like the game knows exactly what it’s doing with the teasing. The animations aren’t perfect, yet somehow those imperfections make it hotter, like catching someone mid-movement instead of posing. The sound design? Half the time it’s moans mixed with cicadas - which shouldn’t work but totally fits the camp vibe.

If I had to pick highlights: that scene where Raven finally drops the sarcasm and switches roles - it’s almost too slow, like she’s daring you to blink; the group shower moment that turns into an argument over shampoo but ends way dirtier than expected; and one random night sequence where nothing even happens, just silhouettes through windows, but yeah, I didn’t skip that either. It’s dumb, it’s filthy, and it doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop loading it up again.

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.