About this game
I don't know what I expected from a game that opens with your girlfriend dying. Maybe some catharsis? Instead I'm staring at this blonde in a volleyball uniform with tits that defy physics and thinking, yeah, this is exactly what grief counseling looks like in porn logic.
The 3D models have that particular jank where hair clips through shoulders constantly and the animations loop like a broken GIF. During the first handjob scene I actually laughed because her wrist bent at an angle that would require immediate medical attention. But here's the thing. I kept clicking. The male protagonist is supposed to be drowning in depression and addiction, and then suddenly he's getting a handy from a teammate? The tonal whiplash is insane. One minute you're reading about the abyss of loneliness, next minute there's a closeup of a big ass in those tiny sport shorts and the game is like "are you ready to rebuild your life?" through vaginal sex apparently.
The romance path feels like someone described human connection to an alien who only watched sports anime. She says something vaguely supportive about his loss and then they're fucking. I've had deeper emotional bonds with my autocorrect. The big tits physics deserve their own warning label, they move like water balloons in zero gravity during the animated scenes.
I kept playing though. Not because it was good, but because I couldn't look away from the trainwreck. The sport uniform stays on way longer than makes sense, like they forgot to model anything underneath until the last minute. At one point I realized I was genuinely invested in whether this broken dude would find purpose, and then the game reminded me it's just a vehicle for 3DCG porn with blonde hair physics that have never met gravity. Maybe that's the real depression.