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.

This one hits kind of close, not gonna lie. You play this dude who used to be a complete useless fuck as a teen, got kicked out, somehow turned into that cliché tech worker grindset, and then boom, ten years later, auntie calls and drags you right back into the mess you left behind. And the “mess” is mostly hot women everywhere you look. Aunt Megan is exactly the kind of mature woman I see guys tipping for on Chaturbate: soft mommy vibe but with that look in her eyes like she’s been horny and bored for years. And her daughters? One is stacked like a hentai thumbnail, the other is tiny and nervous with that “I should not be thinking about my cousin like this” energy all over her. The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about it, you walk in the house and you know right away what’s gonna happen eventually. It starts all innocent with breakfasts and “oh wow you grew so much” and by the third morning you’re watching how her tits bounce under that loose t‑shirt and thinking, yeah, nobody is that friendly with their cousin. I mean, unless you turn the incest stuff off, but honestly that’s like ordering a burger without meat here.

What I liked a lot is that it doesn’t throw you into sex in the first thirty seconds. There’s teasing everywhere instead. Little stuff: you catch your aunt bending down to get something from the fridge, you see just the curve of that big ass and the MC has those pervy inner monologues that sound exactly like some of the DMs I get when I’m streaming. “I know it’s wrong but…” and then he still stares. Or you get roped into helping one of the girls study, and she’s in these tiny shorts, legs half open on the bed, and the game keeps doing that slow build where your choices decide if she’s just being sweet or actually trying to seduce you. Sometimes you get punished for pushing too hard, sometimes the shy one suddenly says something dirty that makes you do that little “oh shit” out loud. There’s a couple interracial side characters too, like this tall guy who instantly looks like the type who’s gonna steal someone’s girl, and the game plays with that fantasy pretty openly. It’s not super deep storytelling, but it’s also not just porn spam, it has that soap opera feel where you click next because you want to see who’s going to walk in on who. The only thing that annoyed me was this one scene with a phone alarm sound that is way too close to my actual Android tone, every time it played my brain glitched and I kept checking Telegram like an idiot. Anyway, the whole thing is like being stuck in a horny family reunion that never ends, where everyone pretends they’re normal and you’re the only one noticing how every hug lasts just a bit too long.

“Deck of Hearts” doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. You start out thinking it’s just another text-based smut game with a half-baked card gimmick, and then it sucker-punches you with that first scene - the one with the redhead leaning too close, talking about “luck” while her fingers drift where they shouldn’t. It’s that kind of game that makes your scrolling hand pause mid-line, like, wait, did I just read that? The writing flirts between corny and hypnotic, sometimes in the same sentence. There’s this weird rhythm to it, like the dev wrote half of it while grinning and the other half while sweating. The blonde shows up later - too perfect, too shiny - and suddenly the cards aren’t just cards anymore; they’re like confessions. You don’t even realize the corruption creeping in until you’re knee-deep, rereading the same paragraph just to catch the way the tone shifts from playful to filthy.

I swear one of the best moments isn’t even when anyone’s naked. It’s when the game lets you sit there, text blinking, waiting to pick a choice that doesn’t actually matter. You’re supposed to be the one in control, but nah - the story’s already decided you’re falling down that hole. The milf character? Unreal. She talks like she’s teaching you something but also like she’s daring you to fail. Her body’s described like the dev was sketching her from memory, not from reference, which somehow makes it hotter. The AI CG art sometimes glitches - like eyes not matching, tits slightly off-angle - but it adds this almost cursed charm, like the game knows it’s dirty and doesn’t care.

One gripe though? The card system feels random as hell. I kept drawing the same damn heart and expecting it to mean something deeper, but nope, just another excuse to get the teen character to “practice” flirting again. Still, when the story turns darker, you forget about mechanics. It’s all about mood. The text starts breathing heavy before you do. And then it cuts off mid-sentence, like it’s teasing - like it knows you’ll reload just to chase that last line again.

You start off just trying to get some relief, you know? That kind of desperate, sticky frustration that makes your brain hum like bad wiring. Then something answers. Not a god, not an angel - something way hotter, way less holy. A demon girl with eyes that look like they’ve seen every filthy fantasy you’ve ever had and decided to make them real. From there, it’s chaos in the best way. You’re suddenly the “master,” but the power feels slippery, like it’s always one moan away from turning against you. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be deep - it’s raw, horny energy wrapped in weird magic and crossover madness. Helen Parr’s thighs shouldn’t move like that, but they do. Marin Kitagawa giggling while she calls you “senpai” right before she wraps her feet around you? Yeah, that happens.

The summoning thing is half ritual, half porn logic - sometimes you get a succubus, sometimes you get a superhero mom who looks way too flexible for her own good. I kept expecting it to get repetitive, but every scene finds some new angle on control or surrender. The foot stuff is everywhere, like the dev just couldn’t help themselves (I’m not complaining, just saying). There’s this one bit where Azula goes from smug to begging, and it’s so perfectly wrong it made me pause the game just to breathe. The AI art sometimes glitches - extra fingers, weird eyes - but somehow that makes it hotter? Like it’s too much desire for the screen to handle.

It’s dirty, it’s messy, it’s the kind of game you play when you want to feel owned and powerful at the same time. I wish there was more sound design, more gasps and sloppy noises, but maybe that’s for the next update. Or maybe I don’t actually want it fixed; part of the charm is how it feels like a fever dream someone coded during a horny breakdown. Anyway, if you ever wanted to see Aunt Cass milk a demon cock while Raven watches with that half-bored, half-turned-on face - well, this is the kind of unholy playground you were praying for.