Fuck me, the art in this thing. I swear I saw better doodles on my math notebook back when I thought drawing a straight line was a personality trait. The dev literally says he taught himself to draw for this, and it shows. It really, really shows. Like, characters look like they were assembled from spare parts in a dimly lit garage. And yet, somehow, that's the whole charm? It's got this raw, "I made this in my basement and you're gonna like it" energy that's weirdly compelling. The sex scenes are animated with the same janky passion, and there's a certain honesty to it. You're not here for polished waifus, you're here for the sheer audacity.

The actual game is a drag racing thing where you shift gears. Miss the green and you lose. Miss a shift and you lose. The difficulty spikes are insane, you'll be grinding old tracks for chump change just to afford a new air filter so you don't get smoked by a car that looks like a pissed off toaster. To get the better rides and the scenes, you gotta pink slip race. Lose your car, lose your chance to see some poorly drawn titties. High stakes. There's two hidden auto play modes for the scenes, one for being a nice guy and giving a girl her car back, the other for beating everything. I used the cheat code "bitchincamaro" because I have no shame and the grind was making my eyes bleed. Why is the money cheat a Bon Jovi song? Don't care.

Wish there was more for the fury fans, but the dev says that's for the next game. The whole thing feels like a fever dream where you're stuck at a county fair demolition derby but everyone is inexplicably horny. The sound design is basically just engine noise and my own disappointed sighs. It's a mess. A glorious, greasy, hand drawn mess that I couldn't stop clicking through. Don't expect a good game. Expect an experience.