The whole thing starts with a comic convention, right? You’re this struggling artist, and then some weird cosmic bullshit happens and you literally become your own OC. A superhero with powers. It’s that kind of setup. But the first thing I did, I’m not even kidding, was use x-ray vision to peek through a wall at a neighbor. Her name’s Helena or something, from DC I think, and she’s just there in her apartment. The game doesn’t make a big deal about it, you just click and the clothes are gone. It’s so blunt. The 3DCG models have that plastic look, but the proportions are insane. Tifa’s chest is just… it defies physics in a way that’s almost funny.

Then you get this sandbox thing going. You can fly around a city map that feels like a bootleg Pokémon route and just… grope people on the street. There’s a meter for it. I maxed it out on Black Cat, just walking up behind her and grabbing her ass. The animation loops are janky, she does this little surprised jump and then her face goes all ahegao, tongue out and eyes rolling back. It’s so abrupt it loops back around to being hot. The corruption system is there but it’s thin, you just repeat actions and numbers go up. I had Jessie from Final Fantasy in a handjob scene in an alley and the sound effect for the… you know, the finish, sounded like a wet sponge hitting a tile floor. I couldn’t stop laughing.

But the weirdest part is the anal scenes. You unlock them and it’s like the game suddenly remembers it has a physics engine. The clipping is terrible, body parts merge through each other, but the expressions they put on the faces are so over the top desperate. There’s a scene with Danny Phantom’s mom? I don’t even know how she got here. You’re supposed to be this male protagonist with superpowers but half the time you’re just standing there while the game cycles through a titfuck animation that looks like two water balloons fighting. I forgot to even check if there was a main story after the first hour. The whole thing is a mess of parody characters and sticky, looping animations. It’s not good, but I kept clicking.

There’s a moment in this thing where you’re literally sketching your own superhero persona, right? And I’m there, thinking about panel layout and inking techniques, completely forgetting I clicked on a porn game. Then some interdimensional goo monster appears at the convention and it’s all “congratulations, you’re your fursona now” except it’s a spandex-clad OC with the kind of assets that would make Power Girl file a lawsuit. The transformation sequence is unpolished in a way that feels deliberate, like the artist was more concerned with getting Black Cat’s smirk right than making the UI buttons line up. I respect that. Sort of.

The groping mechanic is just... it’s there. You’d think being a comic artist turned superhero would involve more punching and less awkwardly pawing at Jessie from Final Fantasy, but no. The hitboxes are janky. I spent a solid minute trying to interact with a background character that turned out to be a cardboard cutout of Danny Phantom. Not a parody, just a literal cardboard standee. My character can phase through walls but not through the existential dread of realizing the game’s version of Helena is just a traced pinup with dialogue that reads like a bad Google Translate of a DeviantArt caption. And yet.

And yet I kept going. Because somewhere between the accidental harem of DC also-rans and a very confused Tifa Lockhart asking why I have a Pokéball, the whole mess starts feeling like a fever dream you’d have after eating too much convention hall pizza. The 2D art is inconsistent, sometimes gorgeous in a sketchy way, other times looking like a middle school notebook margin. There’s a scene where you’re supposed to be seducing someone but the character’s expression is just... mild indigestion. I laughed out loud. Not sure that was the intended reaction. The male protagonist’s internal monologue is peak “I studied the blade” energy, which tracks for a guy who makes comics about himself.

The actual sex stuff is explicit as hell, don’t get me wrong. Lots of jiggling, lots of improbable positions. But it’s framed with this weirdly sincere narrative about imposter syndrome. Like, yes, you’re motorboating a parody of Marvel’s Black Cat, but you’re also worried your character design isn’t original enough. The tonal whiplash is so severe I think I pulled a muscle. Not the one you’d expect.