The whole thing runs on a browser tab, which is perfect because you don't want this filth anywhere near your actual hard drive. Snake Siemen. That's the protagonist's name. Snake Siemen. I spent a solid minute just staring at that, wondering if I should close the window or lean in. I leaned in. The 3DCG is exactly what you expect from a bootleg Overwatch parody, Widowmaker's tits look like they were modeled by someone who's only ever seen balloons, and D.Va's face occasionally slides into the uncanny valley so hard it loops back around to being hilarious. But you're not here for artistic integrity.

You're a Talon goon, Doomfist gives you eight days to break the world's favorite gamer girl. The mind control tag is there, but honestly the corruption path is where the game's greasy little heart is. It's all male protagonist power fantasy stuff, male domination dialed up to eleven. There's a groping mechanic that's basically a clicker minigame, and I found myself oddly focused on optimizing my... let's call it harassment-per-second ratio. Sombra shows up to be catty and vaguely threatening, which is a weirdly accurate character portrayal for a game where the dialogue reads like it was translated through three different languages and a toaster. The oral sex scenes are explicit, no fade to black, no coy camera angles, just straight to the point. The animation loops are janky though. D.Va's head bobs like a broken dashboard toy and I couldn't unsee it. Completely took me out of the moment, which maybe says more about me than the game.

The sci-fi setting is just window dressing for a very specific, very grimy fantasy. You're not making tactical decisions, you're just clicking through degrading scenarios with the production value of a forgotten Newgrounds submission. The whole thing feels like it was coded in a weekend fueled by energy drinks and bad decisions. I never did figure out what the other Talon agents were actually supposed to do to interfere. They just kind of... loom. And yet, I kept that tab open.