Nolan’s life goes to shit in one afternoon. Fired, broke, ego crushed, he runs away to this tiny town that looks like it was ripped out of some cozy postcard, the kind of place where the loudest thing at night is a cricket and someone’s shitty truck. He just wants to drift, jerk off in peace, maybe pull himself together eventually. Instead, he walks straight into a war. A mega-corp shows up with glossy smiles and legal papers, ready to kick everyone out and drill the ground until there’s nothing left but holes and regret. And the most ridiculous part? The one thing standing between the town and total ruin is who he decides to fuck. Not metaphorically. Literally, who he puts his dick in changes the fate of everything.

Every route feels like its own little universe. One evening you’re on a rickety porch swing with the girl who pretends she doesn’t care, her shirt two sizes too small for those massive tits that bounce even when she breathes. She lights a cigarette, complains about the corporate scum, then suddenly she’s on her knees between your legs, mouthing off about “stress relief” while her lips wrap around your cock. The blowjob scene there is slow and messy, with more focus on her expression than any fancy camera bullshit. She gags, wipes spit off her chin with the back of her hand, grins like a brat, then asks you what you’re willing to sacrifice. You click a choice while your dick is still inside her throat. That’s the tone. Plot and porn stitched together so hard they start to feel the same. Another night, different path, you’re in a cramped office drowning in paperwork with the “responsible” woman. She’s got the biggest boobs in the whole game, all tightly packed into a blouse that begs for mercy. She makes you help her crunch numbers for some sneaky legal counterattack, and it’s actually kind of tense, kind of smart. Then, as a “reward,” she closes the door, climbs on your lap, pulls your cock out and presses it against herself while your hand is buried under her bra, fingers squeezing those huge, warm tits. She starts grinding, whispering in your ear about court filings and land ownership while you’re trying not to cum in your pants too early. When she finally slides you in and rides you until you creampie her on her desk, the game quietly shifts a flag in the background that changes the entire endgame strategy. It looks like a porn scene, but the script underneath is doing work.

What really sells it is how low-key rude the game is about your choices. You don’t just pick “good guy” or “asshole” from a menu. You decide whose bed you end up in, how honest you are with them, whether you pull out or fill them up, whether you help with their weird late-night problem or just jerk off alone thinking about their huge tits and fall asleep. There are several moments where the game lets you be a selfish dick in very horny ways. Like the shower scene where she’s already stroking you with soapy hands, water running over those big breasts, and you can either help her wash or just grab her head and fuck her throat until she’s choking on your cum, then pretend you didn’t notice she wanted more intimacy. That tiny click will echo much later when the town is on the edge and she suddenly trusts you less, or more, depending how you handled her. There’s a masturbation scene where Nolan imagines different futures with each woman, jerking himself off while the game quietly branches according to whose face he’s picturing when he finishes. Handjob scenes sometimes feel more loaded than full-on sex, because you’re talking about eviction notices while a soft hand is squeezing the base of your cock, thumb rubbing the tip as pre drips out, and you’re choosing dialogue options that might save or damn your neighbors. It’s horny, yes, but weirdly heavy too. Then again, nothing is really fair when your orgasm is basically a vote.

Edgefield feels like someone took a horny college fantasy, fed it to an AI, then actually bothered to fix most of the weird shit that comes out the other side. You start as this 18-year-old kid shipped off to some fancy university that looks like every glossy brochure on Instagram, and you can roll as a guy or a girl, which already puts it ahead of half the usual trash. Game just quietly lets you decide who you want to fuck without preaching, and that part I actually liked. One save I played this smug photography nerd dude who pretended to care about “lighting” while blatantly zooming in on tits and asses, and another save I ran a female MC who basically treated the whole campus like a tasting menu. Both work. You bounce around the dorms, halls, campus spots, clicking on shit like an old point and click, except now the reward is someone dropping to their knees in the laundry room instead of a puzzle piece. It’s sandboxy, but not that fake kind where you have ten locations and nothing to do. Stuff actually happens if you poke around long enough.

The porn is where it stops pretending to be wholesome. The animated scenes are front and center, and they do not shy away from what the tags promise. Big tits that actually move when you fuck them, not that stiff balloon nonsense. Thick asses riding you in slow rhythm while your character tries to pretend they’re “bonding emotionally”. Vaginal scenes have that nice wet slide, you can see hips slamming, thighs shaking. Blowjobs are drawn with way more love than some of the dialogue, tongue work and spit and the whole “eyes watering while they keep going” deal. There’s one scene where you’ve been flirting with this girl in your dorm for a while, and when it finally pays off she’s on her knees in front of your bed, hand on your thigh, bobbing her head slowly at first, then really going for it. The camera angle tilts just enough to catch her tits pressed against your leg, and it’s the exact moment I stopped pretending I was just “testing the sandbox” and alt-tabbed out of Discord. And yeah, the AI CG is noticeable if you stare too long, some fingers look like they got into a fight with a blender and a few faces slide into that strange “almost human but not quite” territory, but somehow it kind of fits the whole cheap, horny college fantasy vibe. You’re not here for museum-quality art. You’re here because the game lets you be a male or female walking disaster, flirt with whoever, click around campus like a perv detective, and eventually end up with a mouth full of cock or a bed squeaking while your roommate pretends not to hear a damn thing.

You sit in this quiet little interview room, but everything feels wrong in a good, dirty way. The girl in front of you looks real enough, moves her big tits when she laughs, shifts in the chair so her huge ass presses against the fabric, but you know she’s about to stop being “human” and turn into a digital toy for horny people with too much money. That’s the whole job: before they upload her mind, memories, secret kinks and all, you poke around in her head and decide what kind of slutty version of her gets saved. It sounds very sci-fi and high concept, but honestly it feels like you’re just the horny HR guy of the future, sitting with your tablet, pretending to be professional while her voiced reactions keep giving you semi every two minutes. She talks, moans, breathes into the mic, reacts when you ask something risky, and every answer can go honest or fake, pure or totally corrupted, and the game quietly tracks it while you sweat. Sometimes she smiles too sweet and you just know she’s lying, but still you push that “continue” because her lips just moved in that slow, teasing animation and your brain turns to goo.

The fun part is you’re not just clicking through a script. You choose what to ask, which buttons to press, physically and emotionally. Go gentle and she tries to stay a “good girl”, future-wifey material, soft teasing, almost wholesome, at least for porn logic. Push the dirtier routes and she starts confessing stuff that sounds like she never told anyone before, like cheating stories she tries to justify, or how she used to use her body to get what she wants. The corruption isn’t instant; it crawls in slowly, question by question. Suddenly she’s describing how she rode some guy in a backseat and you see this quick little animation of her bouncing, tits going up and down, and the game pretends it’s just a “visual aid” from the AI system, but come on. You're there to watch that loop over and over. It almost feels like the computer itself is getting horny, because the more you push her into slut territory, the more explicit the AI-generated images get, like the system is auto-filling gaps from her mind with its own dirty imagination. Sometimes the picture is a bit weird, like her face slightly off, but that kind of fits the vibe. Future porn is a bit broken, and that’s hot somehow.

I like that she reacts to how you act. Ask her something sweet after you were a total asshole earlier and she’ll sound confused, like “now you care?”, with this nervous little laugh that feels way too real. Other times she leans into it: once I pushed every shady choice I saw, made her admit she slept with a married guy, then kept drilling on the cheating angle, and when the honesty bar was high enough she suddenly dropped this whole confession about seducing her friend’s husband while the friend slept in the next room. The voice cracked a little on the word “sorry”. That hit different. The game gives you these micro moments, a certain look in her eyes, a longer breath before answering, a shy smile after she says something filthy, and you forget you’re basically just doing a multiple-choice test with porn on top. Also, side rant: whoever decided the text box sometimes covers a bit of boob at the bottom, I hate you, I respect you, but I hate you. I sat there, trying to read about her “deep emotional conflict” while being mildly angry that areola alignment was blocked. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes to save the best looping GIFs from hentai scenes, this thing is like a factory for that. You replay not because of some “perfect ending” nonsense, but because you want to see what she sounds like when she fully gives in, or what the AI shows when you turn her into the dirtiest version of herself the system can legally sell. And maybe you poke the honest options again afterward, pretend she’s still innocent, even when you already saw what she looks like when she’s bent over on that digital sofa, begging the invisible client for a second round.

Tainted Philter feels like one of those horny ideas somebody had in a Discord call and then actually followed through, in a good and kinda fucked up way. You’re this awkward, low self esteem guy dumped in a new city, stuck in a free room that sounds like a Craigslist scam, and then school hits you in the face. Whole thing looks like a pretty normal school life at first, except everybody’s a bit too hot and the camera really likes hips and thighs. Then this otherworldly woman shows up, like someone mixed a research assistant with a succubus and an RPG vendor, and just casually tells you magic is real and your new job is to corrupt people for her “research”. Totally normal conversation to have in a dark corner, right. She hands you a stash of potions with different colors and effects, and from there the game basically turns into “how far can you push this without everything collapsing on your head”. And you will push it. Even if you pretend you won’t.

The lewd stuff builds up nice and dirty. At first it’s small changes: a classmate who suddenly laughs at your lame jokes a bit too hard, a teacher who lowers her guard after a drink that’s just “a little stronger than usual”. The fun starts when you realize the game quietly tracks how twisted each girl is getting, and scenes start shifting tone. One route I spiked this quiet, ultra strict girl’s drink with something that boosted her confidence and lowered her shame; first time she just unbuttoned one more button on her blouse in the hallway, second time she was already flirting with me in the library like the place didn’t have cameras, third time I ended up with her grinding on my lap in an empty classroom while she kept insisting she was “still a good student”. The game doesn’t scream “you picked choice X so now Y happens”, it just lets the corruption stack and suddenly you’re in some filthy situation that started with a tiny decision three scenes ago. The MC goes from stuttering mess to smug manipulator way faster than feels healthy, but weirdly it fits, since the woman who gave you the powers clearly doesn’t care about your morals. You also get “extras” from her gift that she doesn’t know about, and the way the game lets you lie to her while you keep milking those perks is way more erotic than I expected; she talks about scientific progress while you secretly push girls past the line for your own fun. Some scenes get pretty intense, like harem setups where all the different corrupted personalities clash around you, and it still pretends to be a mystery story on top. The only thing that annoyed me is how the MC sometimes suddenly grows a spine in dialogue and then goes back to being awkward again right after a sex scene, like the game forgot which version of him was active, but by the time you’re juggling several girls in that school and mixing magic like a horny data scientist doing A/B tests on human lust, it really doesn’t matter anymore.

New semester, new city, new life, right? Except Tokyo in this game feels like it woke up horny and slightly cursed at the same time. You arrive as this pretty normal college guy, bags still half unpacked, already distracted by legs in short skirts on the train and neon lights outside, and then weird shit starts happening. News talks about strange incidents, people whisper, the air feels a bit off, and out of nowhere this mysterious girl shows up in front of you like some kind of fantasy glitch in reality. She looks like trouble and salvation mixed together, and of course your dick is the first part of you that wants to trust her. Classic. From that point, it’s less about classes and more about how many girls end up in your bed, on their knees, or under you, while the city quietly goes insane in the background.

The whole thing plays in this third person world but constantly feels like POV when the sex starts. Camera goes right up close when she’s sucking you, tongue sliding over the tip, hand working your shaft, cheeks hollowing, spit shining everything. Then it shifts, and suddenly your view is basically her eyes rolling back while you push deep inside her, hips slapping, skin shining with sweat. The 3D style here is actually weirdly expressive. Not “realistic” in that creepy plastic way, more like someone really liked watching porn in slow motion and decided to make a game out of those frames. Tits bounce properly when you fuck them from below, bellies tense when you shove all the way in and stay there, and when you pull out to have that messy creampie drip out, it looks... sticky enough that you kinda want to pause and stare. I caught myself doing that too long once, forgot what button I was supposed to press next. Not proud, but also yes, a little proud.

What I like is how the harem side sort of grows around you without feeling like a checklist. You go from awkward “hi, I’m new here” chats to having girls in your tiny Tokyo room, panties half off, trying to keep their moans quiet because the walls are thin and the neighbor probably already hates you. One moment you’re talking about homework, next moment she’s on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering that she shouldn’t be doing this and then doing exactly that. Vaginal scenes have this nice rhythm, not just quick pump, fade to black. You can see their faces shift from shy to needy to that fucked dumb look that never gets old. Oral is lovingly animated too, which tells me the dev has their priorities right, even if the sandbox parts feel a little clunky sometimes and the navigation through Tokyo areas is like using Google Maps drunk. Also, romance is here, surprisingly soft at times: hand-holding on a bridge at night, girl leaning on your shoulder, then five minutes later you’re pushing her against the railing and filling her up while the city lights blink behind her. It doesn’t always make sense, some side events feel random, and I swear one of the “mysterious incidents” is basically just an excuse to show a girl in torn clothes, but honestly? When a fantasy setting gives you a warm, wet pussy wrapped around you and a choice to stay in or pull out and paint her stomach, logic becomes a little optional. Tokyo can fall apart, as long as she keeps whispering your name when you empty yourself deep inside her.

This one feels like someone took all those old horny fantasy RPG daydreams you had in high school, shoved them into an isekai blender, then painted it with chunky pixel art and said, “yeah, fuck it, that’s enough”. You wake up in the usual other world crap, but it leans straight into the incubus angle instead of pretending to be wholesome for five minutes. You’re not some shy hero who “accidentally” gets surrounded by girls. You’re basically a walking sex battery with horns, and the game absolutely knows it. The first goblin fight, I was expecting the usual “hit attack, watch numbers go up”, but what actually happens after you win is the goblin girl clings to you, drooling, and your character has this deadpan line like he’s already tired of being irresistible. That tiny expression change in like eight pixels made me laugh way more than it should. Also annoyed me that I couldn’t click her tail. No reason. Just wanted to.

Every scene kind of jumps between goofy and filthy without warning. One minute you’re talking to a cute priestess with these big innocent eyes, she’s asking about your “corrupted aura” like a JRPG NPC that escaped from a SNES cartridge, and two dialog choices later you’ve got her pinned against a ruined altar, dress hitched up, pixel thighs spread while she begs you to “purify” her from the inside. The text goes surprisingly hard on the lewd talk for such small sprites. It describes how her body reacts way more than her face, which feels very on-brand for an incubus MC. The moans are just simple sound bits, nothing fancy, but when you’re mid scene with your screen shaking a little and those tiny pixels bouncing, it hits that cheap porn game nerve in a good way. Sometimes the pacing is weird, though. There was one slime girl encounter where the build-up was great, she slides over your body, dripping onto your cock, they type out all this sticky detail… and then the scene just ends faster than a low stamina speedrun. No finish CG, just a text line about you unloading inside her core and boom, cut back to map. I kept waiting for a proper orgasm animation that never came, and it annoyed me enough that I alt tabbed to Telegram and forgot what quest I was on when I came back.

The fantasy world itself is the usual “guild, quests, hot monster girls” soup, but it works because everything is filtered through “how can this feed my demonic libido”. Leveling up doesn’t just make you stronger, it lets you twist encounters into sex opportunities. There’s a moment in an early forest area where a wolf girl ambushes you. If your level is low, she just wrecks you and you slink back to town like a chump. But if you grind a bit and come back stronger, you can overpower her, pin her to the ground, and the game gives you a choice: spare her, or drain her. I picked drain, obviously. The scene zooms in, her tongue is out, eyes rolled up, hips twitching as your character fucks the life out of her soul point by soul point. The text actually comments that her stats are dropping while you pound her, like your cock is replacing the XP menu. It’s messed up and hot at the same time, then a second later the script cracks a joke about how your “moral alignment has been updated to: horny demon trash”. The story pretending it’s some big fantasy adventure is cute, but really it’s just an excuse to parade more girls in front of you: elf archers with tight pixel asses, demon ladies with huge tits barely fitting in their armor, android-looking priestess with clinical dirty talk who keeps saying she needs more “samples” from your incubus seed. The whole thing is rough and a bit clunky, sometimes the timing on the text boxes feels off, some lines sound like they went through Google Translate twice, but honestly that just fits. It feels like a dirty little pixellated porn relic from a world where horny guys never stopped making weird fantasy games in their bedroom. I still wish I could click that damn goblin tail, though.

Your little scrap of a raft dies on the shore of a hot, sticky island, and somehow you’re still thinking about pussy and power. Priorities, right? Then you realize where you are. This isn’t just some random tropical rock with coconuts and crabs. This is *that* island. The one every pervert on certain Discord servers screams about. Maiden Island. All those rumors about the empress, Boa Hancock, parading around with that impossible ass and attitude? Yeah, she actually exists here, walking around like she owns the entire ocean, and honestly, she kind of does. You’re the unlucky idiot who washed up here with a Devil Fruit that doesn’t promise fire or lightning or some cool logia stuff. No, yours twists bodies. Makes muscle bloom where soft curves used to be. Not just “a bit toned” either. We’re talking from thick to gym freak to full-on amazon that looks like she could bench press the Thousand Sunny and then use you as a tiny cock toy after.

The game basically throws you into this sandbox and tells you: “Alright, perv, go ruin these women in the best way.” Nami’s here too, wandering around like she’s on a tropical side quest, tits bouncing like she never heard of proper support, already stacked but still so small compared to what you can turn her into. At first she’s all wary, wants berries and maps and safety, then a few events later she’s flexing for fun, checking her new biceps with this mix of fear and secret horniness. That scene where she catches herself in the water reflection, bigger than she was that morning, gripping her own thigh because it looks too strong to be real, then asking you in this half embarrassed way, “You did this, right?” That one stuck with me. Not even the sex, just that weird little “oh shit I like this” moment. Boa is different. She starts at “you’re trash” and somehow gets even worse when her back gets covered in thick muscle and her thighs turn into soul crushing traps. There’s this one night scene where her silhouette blocks the moon and she makes you kneel, and you realize your transformation fetish and your humiliation kink are shaking hands and laughing at you. The game lets you push them through four muscle stages, and each jump feels like a new kink unlocking, with clothes fighting to hold on, boobs still huge but now packed on top of hard, veiny slabs. Sometimes it looks a bit crazy in the CG, like her arm should be illegal in half the world, but then she grabs you by the neck and it stops mattering.

What surprised me is how much time you actually spend worrying about food. These aren’t dainty anime waifus who nibble on one rice ball and giggle. You turn them big, they eat like gods, and if you don’t manage your storage right they get pissy and unstable. I liked that stress. I hated it too, but in a good “what the fuck am I doing with my life” way. You’re running around this sunny island, trying to juggle hunger meters, trigger scenes, and still find time to drool over Nami’s shorts getting tighter and Boa’s ass growing into some supernatural monument. It’s kind of funny how the game treats all of this as normal. “Oh, of course you want to turn every woman into a towering amazon with giant tits and tree-trunk legs, what else would you do with god-fruit?” There’s humor everywhere, stupid little gags, side comments that feel like the dev also scrolled too much Rule 34 and just decided to stop pretending. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you grind for food for a while, then suddenly you’re in a serious story scene about loyalty and power and all you can think about is how her lats are wider than the door she just walked through. I wish there was an option to tone the boobs down for one run, just to see pure muscle focus, but it’s never going to happen, the game is fully married to big tits and big everything. It’s messy, horny, oddly cozy, and completely obsessed with watching these famous girls slowly outgrow their own bodies until you’re not sure if you want to worship them, fear them, or just get crushed under a single lazy thigh squeeze.

This one hits you in the face right from the menu. No slow tease, no soft intro, just angry incel energy pointed straight at this stacked milf who had the bad luck to end up on the wrong side of their little revenge fantasy. The whole thing feels like some twisted porn livestream where you’re stuck behind the main camera, forced to watch while she gets dragged through one degrading setup after another. You’re not some heroic savior either. The game clearly expects you to enjoy the shit going down, and it does not pretend it’s anything else. That honesty is kind of fucked up, kind of refreshing, depends on your mood.

What sells it is how much it leans into humiliation and control. The guys are not suave, not “alpha chads”, just bitter creeps who finally got power and use it in the worst possible way. They shove phones in her face, make her suck cock while she’s crying, then force the camera closer so you see every messy string of spit and drool hanging from her lips. There’s this one scene in a parking lot where they push her against a car, yank up her skirt and take turns using her like free public entertainment. Cars drive by, a couple of NPCs look over, nobody helps, and the camera just keeps rolling. At some point one dude grabs her jaw, opens her mouth wide and makes her stare into the lens with full-on ahegao while they’re still balls deep inside her. It feels disgusting and hot at the same time, like watching a trashy camshow that started as a prank and went completely off the rails.

Sex on camera is a constant thing here. A lot of the domination is about “everyone will see you like this” more than just physical pain. They film her choking on cock, snot running down her face, mascara fucked, then show her the recording while she’s stuck with a dick in her ass, and threaten to leak it if she doesn’t obey. The public stuff ramps up too. She’s shoved onto benches, bent over railings, dragged to some dirty stairwell and used like a free-use toy while phones are out and guys shout orders. Anal gets treated like some kind of punishment, they save it for when she resists too much. One time they spit on her asshole, push in without warning while another guy makes her deepthroat on camera, so you hear her gag while you see her hips jerk forward. The whole “incels unleash hell” premise actually fits, it feels more like watching a hate crime that somebody jerked off to than a normal porn plot. If that sentence sounds appealing, you’re the exact target. If not, you’re probably going to close the tab halfway through the first public use scene and pretend you never clicked it.

Damian comes back to Milfheim with that fake “I’m a responsible college guy now” energy, but the game never really treats him like some heroic main character. He’s just this tall, slightly awkward dude who suddenly finds himself living in a house where every quiet moment feels loaded. The first breakfast with Helen already feels too intimate. She moves around the kitchen in this soft home dress that hugs her huge tits in that lazy, accidental way, bending a little too far when she brings him the toast. There’s this short animation of her chest lightly bouncing when she turns, and it’s not some cartoony jiggle either, it has weight, like whoever made it actually stares at boobs in real life. Damian pretends to check his phone while his eyes very obviously follow her ass when she walks away. The camera angle is rude in the best way, sliding just behind her, like you’re the pervert hiding in the hallway.

What really worked for me is how the game keeps using space. Corridors, door frames, that narrow little staircase, the balcony where laundry is hanging. It weaponizes small distances. Helen brushing past him “by accident” in the hallway, her hip pressing against his crotch for half a second too long. You get these looping animated moments of contact, like her hand on his thigh while she laughs at some college story, fingers spreading just a bit, not quite groping, but clearly not innocent. Then two scenes later she’s acting like a strict landlady, arms crossed, tits squeezed up, scolding him for not cleaning his room, and you suddenly notice how the blouse pulls across her nipples when she’s annoyed. It’s not subtle, but it’s also not just porn-on-rails. There’s voyeur stuff slipping in all over the place. Damian “accidentally” sees her in the bathroom through a half-open door, steam everywhere, her big ass outlined as she leans over the sink, towel struggling to stay closed. The game lets you linger on that shot with a tiny idle animation where the fabric slowly slides down her hip, just a couple pixels at a time, very slow, too slow, like it wants you to squint at every curve. I actually got annoyed the first time because I expected something to happen faster, but then I found myself rewatching that same loop like three times, just to see the way the light hits the wet skin. Stupid, but it works.

School setting stuff creeps in mostly when he goes out, which I liked more than I expected. It’s not the usual “harem parade in uniforms” thing. There is this one scene where he’s sitting in a classroom after hours, just empty desks and sunset outside, and a woman with a very teacher vibe leans over his shoulder to “check his notes”. She’s clearly older, not as soft as Helen, and the camera really takes its time on the way her blouse gaps when she bends. You see that line between her tits, the bra barely holding them, and his eyes flick up and down in these tiny animations, like he’s fighting himself and losing. She notices, smiles, and instead of calling him out, she guides his hand with this completely unnecessary full-body contact. Her ass presses against the edge of the desk, and your view just ends up framed between her breasts and her hips, like you’re trapped in this warm, slightly perfume-heavy bubble. The teasing is constant. A hand “helping” him adjust his tie that stays on his chest way too long, a “massage” after he complains about studying that turns into her fingers digging into his thighs, sliding higher, then stopping exactly where you start to think “ok, now she’ll grab his cock”. But she doesn’t, not yet. It drove me crazy once or twice, because sometimes I just wanted someone to stop playing and just shove his face into that huge milf cleavage and be done with it. But at the same time, the slow build with all the groping, the half-accidental touches, the glances from across the room, it sticks in your brain more than a simple blowjob scene. They do have oral too, and when it happens, it hits harder because you watched this woman pretend to be “proper” for hours of play. Watching that calm, polite expression melt while she’s on her knees, lips stretched around him, mascara starting to smear a bit, feels like you finally broke something delicate. I kind of wish the game didn’t cut away right after the swallow animation that one time, I wanted like five more seconds, but it never gives it. And somehow that missing piece makes me remember it more.