About this game
The whole thing feels like someone made it in a weekend with a crusty sock nearby, and honestly? That's the charm. You're this total loser, right, job sucks, life's a mess, then bam, contest win puts you face to face with a K/DA style girl group. The art is that specific 2DCG look where proportions make no anatomical sense, tits like weather balloons, asses you could park a bike on. It's a parody that knows exactly what it is.
I fixated on Ahri's stand-in for way too long. There's this groping mechanic where you just... paw at her during conversation, and her expression barely changes, just this dead eyed popstar smile while your hand's full of silicone. It's uncomfortable in a way that loops back to funny. The swinging tag shows up in this weird optional scene where everyone's suddenly on a giant novelty bed, limbs everywhere, physics going haywire. My brain kept trying to apply gender studies frameworks to it, like, is this a critique of parasocial relationships with idols? Probably not. The male protagonist is such a hollow horndog that he becomes this beautiful blank canvas for terrible decisions.
Wish there was more actual League parody stuff beyond the surface. You get one joke about a skillshot and then it's back to the titillation. The humor lands best when it's mean, like the dialogue options that let you be a complete creep and the game just... lets you. No consequences. Which, for a power fantasy about a loser winning big, tracks perfectly. The UI is clunky in that specific Ren'Py way where you can tell nobody bothered polishing the menus. Doesn't matter. You're not here for menus.
The long term relationship with this game is nonexistent. It's a one night stand that leaves glitter on your couch and a weird stain you'll never explain. First date's exciting because of the sheer audacity, then you realize it's got exactly one move and keeps repeating it. Still. That one move.