About this game
A machine for a clone army. That's what they said. But the thing is, it's in five pieces, scattered across Europe, and each piece is being kept as a sex trophy by some busty ex of a kidnapped professor. Right. Standard Tuesday for a spy, I guess. The whole setup feels like someone watched a Bond marathon, then mainlined a bunch of Brazzers clips and just mashed the two together. You're an agent, no name, no backstory, just a dick and a mission. The very first stop is this French lady who's all "Oh, the machine part? Let's talk about it after you make my legs shake." The dialogue is so blunt it wraps back around to being art. Like, she might as well just have a floating exclamation mark over her head.
The actual meet'n'fuck bits are these little mini-games where you click around to undress them and then, well, you know. There's this one moment with a German scientist in a lab coat, and the coat stays on the whole time, just bunched up around her waist. I don't know why that detail stuck with me, but it did. It's so unpolished, the animations loop like a broken GIF, but there's a specific rhythm to it you start to appreciate. It's not trying to be smooth. It's trying to be a series of increasingly horny postcards from a budgetless spy flick. The travel map between countries is literally just a jpeg of Europe with some dots. You click London, you get a posh accent and a new pair of tits to negotiate with. That's the whole game loop. No gadgets, no car chases. Your only weapon is apparently an inexhaustible libido.
I got weirdly invested in the "parody" tag because I couldn't figure out what it was parodying. The professor is named Emmett Von Braun, which is a Frankenstein's monster of a name mixing Back to the Future and a real Nazi rocket scientist, and it's never commented on. It just sits there, this bizarre choice, while you're busy trying to click a woman's bra clasp. I wish the actual seduction had more failure states, like you could blow your cover by being a lousy lay, but that's a whole other game. The final piece of the machine is with a lady in Spain, and by that point you've seen the exact same seduction template four times, so the whole "saving the world" thing feels secondary to just seeing what brazen thing the next lover will say. You never even see the stupid machine get put together. You just get a "Good job, agent" screen that feels like a participation trophy for getting your virtual rocks off across the continent. The busty girls are busty, the secrets are barely secret, and the whole thing has the charm of a sticky magazine found under a bus seat.