There is this strange, heavy feeling when the game opens, like walking back into an old porn folder you forgot, but someone has replaced all cheap hentai with something that actually stares back at you. You are this ancient thing, Iraáil, a vampire god-thing, whatever, but tired as fuck. Not the sexy edgy teen vampire tired, more like “I’ve seen too much blood and too much bad sex and I’m bored of both” tired. The game sits you in that mood right away. You’re not chasing girls in school uniforms, you’re walking into the ruins of your own family, and everyone in it either wants to fuck you, kill you, or cry when they see you, sometimes all three in same scene. The writing leans hard into that mix of horny and awful. One moment you are licking blood off someone’s throat while their lover watches and shakes, half terrified, half desperate to be next, and the text lingers on the taste, the smell, the way their body softens under you. Then, in the next line, it hits you with “this is your child’s descendant” and suddenly your dick and your conscience are in the same small coffin.

What got me is how the erotic scenes never feel like they are in a separate folder from the rest. You make a small choice, like putting a hand on a shoulder instead of around the throat, and three scenes later someone is either on their knees for you, or sobbing and calling you a monster while still grinding against your leg. The game keeps score in this weird fear and love way, but it never throws a big popup, it just quietly warps how people look at you. There was this one moment where I chose to be “gentle” with a worshiper in a temple, just to see what the soft option looks like. It still ended in cum and blood on the floor, but the whole vibe flipped. Instead of them begging you to hurt them more, they were whispering that they missed you, like some fucked up immortal ex, and I actually paused, alt tabbed to Spotify, changed the playlist, came back and just stared at the text like “why am I sad with my pants down.” And the horror parts, they are not jumpscares, more like that slow “oh, I really did those things, huh” realization. When your progeny strips for you, showing bite marks you gave generations ago like holy scars, it’s hot in that dirty, stomach twisting way. You want to click further, you also want to close the browser and go touch grass. But you don’t. You pretend you will be kinder this time, then pick the cruel dialogue anyway, just to see how deep the rabbit hole of this fucked up immortal soap opera goes. The game remembers. The characters remember. Their bodies remember you most of all.

Lustful Years feels like reading someone’s dirty secret diary that accidentally got really long and really self-aware. You’re inside this young woman’s life while she stumbles through relationships, flings, “this is just casual, right?” moments that aren’t casual at all, and way too many scenes where she ends up on her knees before she figures out what she actually wants. It starts pretty soft, flirting and awkward tension, those little choices like “do I stay for another drink?” or “do I text him back?” and then you blink and she’s got her lips wrapped around some guy’s cock in a bathroom, trying not to make noise while her internal monologue is still going on about trust and love and all that shit. I like that, actually, that the erotic stuff doesn’t feel like separate scenes but like the same messy timeline where one stupid choice at a party can lead to her waking up sore between two warm bodies and wondering if she secretly loved it or secretly hates herself. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just throws you into her head and expects you to be ok with how horny and insecure and selfish she can be.

The visual novel flow is the usual click-next thing, but it has that annoying habit where you misclick and skip a line you actually wanted to read, and of course there’s a “history” button but I never used it because I am stubborn. Sex scenes come out of conversations that feel a bit too real sometimes, like that moment when she finally stops pretending and just pulls his pants down, holding his cock with this weird mix of hunger and doubt, and the text is describing the taste and the warmth of his precum while she’s thinking if she’s doing this to feel loved or just not feel empty for a second. One route I took, she tried to be all romantic and “wait for the right moment,” and I still somehow ended up with her legs pushed open on a couch, panties half-off, moaning while he fucks her quick and rough because they “don’t have much time.” It’s hot, yeah, there’s detailed oral, messy swallow scenes, him thrusting into her pussy with that wet sound you can almost hear, but between the lines you can feel how fragile she is, or maybe I’m just projecting because I play these games instead of touching grass. Anyway.

What I really liked, then didn’t like at all, is how the choices about relationships are mixed with the choices about sex. You say something small like “I trust you” and three scenes later she’s on her knees again, gagging around his cock, tears in her eyes, and the narration is describing how she forces herself to take him deeper because she wants him to see her as “good enough.” It’s extremely erotic, yeah, but also kind of depressing in a way that turned me on more, which is probably not healthy. There are also sweeter paths, where a slow build-up leads to a tender blowjob on a bed with soft breathing and her fingers tracing his thighs, or a first time where he actually asks if she’s ok before sliding inside, and she moans anyway and grabs his back because “yes” is already obvious. The game pretends to be about love and heartbreak and all that romantic stuff, but the parts that kept me clicking were when she’s half-naked, hair a mess, lipstick smeared, mouth full, or riding someone with her nails digging into their skin, and afterwards the story tries to talk about consequences like we didn’t just spend five minutes reading about how warm it feels when he finishes deep inside her. At some point I forgot which route I was even on, I just followed whatever choice felt nastier, or softer, or just wrong for her, and watched the years pile up like empty glasses on a table.

This broke-ass protagonist hits you right in the feels, honestly. Like watching your buddy crash on couches after his life implodes, except this dude's got Disney princesses throwing themselves at him. The setup feels weirdly authentic - kicked out, wallet empty, desperately job hunting in some forgotten town where everyone knows everyone's business. Then boom, suddenly he's surrounded by Elsa wanting to Netflix and chill, Jasmine ditching Aladdin for some quality time, and Belle getting real creative with those library books. The whiplash between realistic struggle and fantasy fulfillment shouldn't work but somehow does? Maybe it's because the writing doesn't pretend this makes sense, just rolls with the absurdity.

What gets me is how they handle the Disney angle without being cringe about it. These aren't just copy-paste characters with new outfits - Pocahontas has actual personality beyond the noble savage trope, Mulan's got that warrior confidence translating into bedroom dominance, and Wednesday Addams brings her signature deadpan humor to some surprisingly kinky scenarios. The visual novel format lets them flesh out personalities between the steamy scenes. Though honestly, some dialogue feels clunky when they're trying too hard to sound modern while keeping character voices recognizable. Rapunzel's dirty talk sounds like she's reading from a script sometimes, but when Ursula starts getting freaky with those tentacles... damn.

The dating sim mechanics feel tacked on rather than integrated - you're mostly clicking through conversations waiting for the good stuff. Which is fine because the good stuff delivers hard. Chel from El Dorado absolutely steals every scene she's in, and the variety keeps things interesting even if some encounters feel rushed. Princess Tiana deserves way more screen time considering how much effort went into her character development. Still scratching my head over why they included Kidagakash from Atlantis - seems random but her scenes are surprisingly hot. Game's definitely not polished but the raw enthusiasm makes up for technical shortcomings.

Monotony is kind of the secret fetish of this game, which sounds boring, but it actually hits harder because of that. You start as this tired guy whose life is just work, sleep, repeat, like everyone doomscrolling Twitter and pretending it’s fine. Even his dreams are stale. That detail I really liked, because it feels like when you have the same porn tab open for days and you’re not even horny, just on autopilot. Then he finally gets this Linker thing and plugs into New Heaven, and suddenly the dull, gray routine cracks open into this huge fantasy MMO world that is way too clean and way too horny to be healthy. On the surface it is just another big fantasy playground with swords and magic and way too many good-looking NPCs, but the way it treats identity is what caught me. The game constantly asks, silently, "Who are you when nobody outside is watching, and the only punishment is some numbers changing on the screen?" You can be kind, a manipulative bastard, a clueless himbo, whatever, and the game actually locks you into one of those personality types in the background. You feel it when a girl reacts to a joke that would have landed with someone else, or when a scene just never unlocks because you were too much of a dick three hours ago. Or maybe it was five, I lost track. Funny thing, the game is obsessed with tracking you, even when the main character tries to forget himself.

The girls are not just walking hentai scenes, even when they very obviously are. Some of them feel like classic eroge archetypes, like the proud elf who has way too much armor missing, or the sweet support mage who blushes so hard you start wondering if her cheeks will unlock their own stat page. But then you talk to them for a while and their stories start biting back. I had one scene where I failed a minor speech check because I picked a smug reply earlier in the day, and it locked me out of comforting her after she messed up a raid. It sounds tiny. It pissed me off for like ten minutes. That bitterness made the later sex scene with her feel less like a reward and more like two slightly broken people using each other as a save point. And yeah, the erotic stuff is pretty direct. Boobs are everywhere, thighs framed like artworks, kissing that drags on way too long in a good way. The custom animations lean into slow build, hips grinding, little touches that last a bit longer than you expect, and then sometimes they rush a climax like someone got nervous. It is not polished porn, you can feel the creator experimenting. I had one encounter where the MC is trying to keep his cool while getting a handjob in a public fantasy tavern corner, and you can still see his mind floating back to his shitty job in the real world for a single line, then snap right back into her fingers squeezing a bit too tight. That flicker between fantasy and that empty room he wakes up in is what stuck with me more than the cumshots. Though, to be fair, there is a lot of cum. Maybe too much. Or not enough. Hard to say.

Lewd Island feels like somebody mashed together a trashy reality show, a fucked‑up Saw movie, and an otome game made by a pervert who actually understands sexual tension. You land on this “paradise” that looks like every cheap travel ad on Instagram, only here the palms hide cameras, the cute bungalows have more locks than sense, and every smile from a hot guy might be scripted by whoever is watching. The game really wants you to be horny and paranoid at the same time, which is funny, because half the time I forgot about the horror part and just wanted to drag one of the guys behind a tree and see how far the scene would go. Then suddenly some random line about missing girls or creepy surveillance hits and you’re like, oh right, someone might actually die here, cool. The mood flips fast, from beachy flirting to “oh shit, did I just help a murderer” in one click, and I kind of loved that, even when I hated it.

What I liked most is how the guys are written like they’re all hiding porn tabs behind their eyes. One looks like the chill vacation fling type, easy smile, sun‑kissed skin, that whole thing, but when the camera angle lingers a second too long on his hands holding your wrist, you feel there is something off. Another one acts like a gentleman, polite, protective, and then he starts talking about how the island has its own rules and your panties basically write their own will. The sex scenes, when they finally pay off, are pretty explicit, not that soft fade‑to‑black bullshit. There is tongue, sweat, rough grabbing, a bit of desperation, and the CGs really push the “we’re being watched” fetish. Sometimes you are literally mid‑fuck and there is the feeling someone might be replaying this later and judging your choices, and if you are into humiliation or exhibition vibe, this hits hard. If not, it’s still hot, just slightly uncomfortable in the right way. I only wish they let you be nastier in dialogue; the game teases you with dirty talk, but sometimes the options feel too tame when you want to straight up tell a guy to choke you on that sunbed and leave marks. Also the text box is a bit chunky in some scenes and it annoyed me for no real reason, but I kept staring at it instead of the dude’s abs, which is a crime, honestly.

The detective part sneaks up on you. You think you are only choosing who to flirt with under the palm trees, picking cute answers like in any dating sim, then suddenly your “who do I kiss” choice becomes “who do I trust not to gut me while I sleep.” There are little clues in the way they react when you touch certain topics, like previous guests, missing belongings, the rules of the show, stuff like that. I got totally stuck stalking the same conversation log in the menu because one guy repeated a phrase word‑for‑word and it creeped me out more than the bloody stuff. And while the story pretends to be super serious psychological thriller, it is also just porn with plot, and that’s fine. You will make choices that ruin people, you will get off on scenes that feel wrong, and sometimes you’ll laugh because a moan sounds like something from a cheap hentai clip you forgot you left open in another tab. Best way to enjoy it is to actually lean into that tension: save often, tease every route a bit instead of locking in too early, and don’t rush to the first sex scene. Let the guys simmer, poke at their secrets, and when things finally explode against that pretty tropical backdrop, it hits a lot harder, in every way that matters.

Alex is the kind of guy you scroll past on Grindr and don’t even remember. Regular face, regular clothes, regular “nah I’m straight lol” profile line. The fun starts when this painfully average, porn-poisoned, “I only watch straight stuff bro” dude gets trapped in his own dick-brain. A cute femboy called Noah actually replies to his thirsty little message, and suddenly all that straight-posting goes straight to hell. It’s not some epic anime thing. It’s two idiots texting, one of them trying way too hard to act normal while his cock is doing an entirely different orientation than his mouth. The VN just sits there with him through the awkward silences, the panic over what emoji to send, the “shit, did that sound gay?” thoughts that hit him every two seconds. And when they finally meet, Alex is staring at Noah’s thighs and calling it “fashion interest” like that ever fooled anyone.

What I liked is how horny and small everything feels. Not small like dick, relax. Small like: you’re stuck in this chat window, looking at Noah’s pics on your phone, noticing tiny details. Nail polish that’s chipped, a skirt that’s a bit too short for how shy Alex pretends to be, that one selfie where Noah’s lips look soft enough you understand why Alex forgets how to breathe. The erotic stuff sneaks in sideways. It’s not just “they fuck now”. It’s Alex sitting on his bed, half hard, scrolling through their conversation, re-reading the flirty parts, rubbing over his boxers, trying to convince himself that it’s only because Noah looks kind of like a girl “from some angles”. Sure, dude. Totally. Meanwhile the game is shoving his denial right in your face while also letting you enjoy the very explicit, very gay mess he’s drowning in. There are bits where he watches porn after talking to Noah, tries to put on the usual straight clip, then ends up pausing on a pretty boy’s face, and the text just lingers on his confusion longer than it should. It feels gross and honest in a good way.

The romance side is scuffed and half-formed, which sort of works. This build focuses on that first spark, when your stomach feels weird and your dick feels great and your brain goes “no thanks” and “more please” at the same time. Noah is dangerous in the soft way. The kind of femboy who says “it’s okay, you don’t have to label it” while sending a picture that makes you grind your hips into your mattress. The sex is not wall to wall, but when it hits, it hits dirty. You get those detailed, sweaty, needy moments where Alex is too turned on to pretend anymore, moaning like a slut over a body he wouldn’t even admit he’s into if you put a gun to his search history. There’s that slice of life vibe too, the annoying stuff like checking messages while on the toilet, or worrying about what your phone might pop up while you’re sitting next to someone. It’s all very gay, very insecure, very “oh fuck, I like this too much”. Feels like watching a closeted browser tab slowly fill itself with yaoi, sissy captions, femboy porn and then pretend it’s just a phase, while your hand already knows the truth.

You arrive at this quiet little island full of monks expecting bored chanting, cold stone floors and a lot of “yes, Father, no, Father”. Instead, the first thing that hits you is how every single guy here looks like he escaped from a thirst trap Twitter thread. Big shoulders, heavy robes that don’t hide much, soft voices that sound polite but keep slipping into something way too intimate. They call each other “Brother” and it somehow sounds filthier than if they just said “hey dude”. It’s a priory, sure. But it’s also basically a horny pressure cooker in a fancy library.

On paper you’re just a new scribe, helping build some grand magical tome together, copying runes, learning the rules, trying not to set anything on fire. In reality you’re stuck in this weird fantasy monastery where every study session threatens to turn into something you really shouldn’t be doing next to sacred candles. That quiet, awkward guy who corrects your grammar in the margin? Watch him loosen his collar and suddenly he’s pressing you against the bookshelf, whispering how “the Sisters are always watching” while his hand goes lower anyway. The arrogant prodigy who acts like he knows every spell already? He’s the one who blushes the hardest when you decide to test how much focus he really has during a late night “review”. A simple choice like staying behind to help clean the scriptorium can spiral into a slow burn moment where you’re both standing too close, fingers brushing over the same page, and nobody steps back. Or sometimes it’s not slow at all. Sometimes it’s rough breaths in the dark corner, robes pushed aside, ink still drying on your hands while he grinds against you like he’s been waiting months.

The whole thing plays out like this gay fantasy drama where magic research, religious duty and raw physical need keep crashing into each other. People argue about spell theory in the morning and then end up panting into each other’s necks at night, swearing it was a one time mistake, obviously not happening again, until it does. You get pulled into mysteries about what the priory is really doing, where the powers come from, why some of the Brothers wake up shaking from dreams they refuse to describe, while you’re still trying to decide whose bed you actually want to sneak into. Some scenes are slow and romantic, bodies pressed together while candlelight flickers and one of them admits he’s terrified of losing you. Others are downright filthy, with your back hitting old stone, your robe rucked up around your waist and a big, desperate monk rutting into you like confession is just a suggestion. And it never feels like cheap porn pasted on top of story; the sex grows straight out of all that tension you’ve been building with these guys, one choice at a time, until resisting them just doesn’t make sense anymore.

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.

Distance porn hits different when the whole game is literally just you, her, and this shitty little chat window that somehow ruins your evening in the best way. You play the guy who went away for work, but honestly it feels more like you’re trapped inside a horny Telegram thread where every choice is either “be a sweet husband” or “poke at something you’re not sure you wanna see.” It starts innocent enough: she sends a pic of her dinner, you joke, you flirt, it’s soft, kind of warm. Then the game quietly starts asking, ok, what if she dressed a little more slutty for you, what if she told you about that coworker in more detail, what if you encouraged her just a little. The whole thing is text and photos, no map, no walking around, just you constantly picking replies and waiting for that next photo like a degenerate refreshing WhatsApp. When she sends the first slightly risky selfie, low light, maybe bra strap showing, your brain goes “oh yeah, it’s starting” and at the same time “shit, am I really gonna push this?” Of course you push it. That’s the point.

The chat is where the game feels nasty in a good way. Some answers are super tender, like you’re writing cringe romance from high school, and some are just filthy, like “yeah, show me more, but maybe let him see too.” And yes, I said “him.” There’s this slow poison in how the messages are written: her stories about daily life start including this guy more often, casual mentions, tiny hints, like when she says “he helped me carry something heavy” and you get the option to laugh it off, get jealous, or do the worst thing and say “you should tease him for me.” When you hit those provocative options, it’s not instant porn. It drips. A hand on a shoulder in a photo. A dress that’s too short “by accident.” A mirror selfie where you know someone else took the picture, but she pretends not to say it. The AI-like art has this glossy, slightly uncanny vibe that weirdly fits the mood, like these are pictures she shouldn’t be sending to anyone, not even her husband. Sometimes a hand looks a little off or the background is weird and you’re like “ok, that plant is illegal in three countries” but your eyes are glued on her nipples anyway, so whatever. I had one run where I tried to keep it pure, picking all the loving answers, being the perfect guy, and somehow it felt even dirtier when she still slipped you that suggestive pic “just for fun.” Not sure if the game is judging me or if I’m just projecting.

There is a point in the middle where the pacing kind of drags, like the game knows you’re here for the fucked-up voyeur stuff and still makes you talk about laundry and groceries for ten screens. It’s realistic, yeah, couples do that, but my dick didn’t care about the price of tomatoes. I almost closed the tab, but then she sends this grainy bathroom mirror shot, just a towel, wet hair, and a tiny reflection of someone behind the frosted glass. Might be nothing. Might not. And suddenly those boring messages feel like set-up. The writing leans hard on that “did she mean that?” feeling, especially when you choose the more permissive replies and she starts asking things like “you don’t mind if I dress sexy around others, right?” or “would it turn you on if someone looked at me the way you do?” You can steer it into straight-up cheating or keep it in that twisted fantasy zone where you’re the one pushing her to the edge while pretending your hands are clean. The game doesn’t pop up a disclaimer or scold you, it just gives you more pictures, more suggestive framing, more texts where she sounds confused and horny and a little too excited to share details. Porn wise, it gets explicit, no teasing fade-outs: tits, pussy, cum, awkward angles like she really snapped them in a hurry. Some scenes feel like they were made to be screenshotted and saved in a hidden folder, others look messy in a surprisingly honest way, like drunk sexting that went too far. By the time another man’s presence in those photos stops being just “maybe” and turns into “ok, that’s his hand for sure,” you’re not even shocked, you’re just scrolling, choosing answers, and quietly asking yourself when exactly you lost control. You probably never had it.

Your quiet little life with mom and your cute, clingy sister shatters in one night. Blood on the floor, broken door, mom dragged off by demons like she was nothing, and your sister… yeah. She doesn’t just turn into a demon. She turns into the kind of demon that makes your brain short circuit and your pants painfully tight at the same time. Her eyes glow, her body changes, she presses close and you’re supposed to think only about saving your family, but all you can think about is how wrong it feels that it actually turns you on. This game leans into that. It doesn’t pretend you’re a saint. It laughs in your face and pushes all those incest, corruption and demon fuck fantasies you keep pretending you don’t have.

From there it’s you, a wooden sword, and a pile of horny problems. You train, you flirt, you get beaten up by demons that either want to kill you or ride you or both. The story follows your climb from useless guy who can barely swing a blade to someone who can slice up monsters and still have enough stamina to pin a horny demon girl to the ground. Sometimes literally. You run into familiar faces, twisted in fun ways: the loud blond idiot who can’t stop shaking around girls yet still somehow steals scenes, the boar mask maniac who looks like he wants to fight you and fuck you at the same time, the insect-smiling beauty who talks soft while planning how to milk your body for “research.” And then there is the “doctor” type with that calm, mature vibe that makes you feel safe right before she asks you to undress for a “test.” The game likes to take every girl you know from the anime and nudge her into “what if she was horny and absolutely not safe for work” territory.

Sex here is not just a reward screen. It sneaks in during training, after fights, in weird dream sequences where your demon sister crawls over you whispering things she definitely shouldn’t know. You’ll get seduced as much as you do the seducing. One moment you’re practicing breathing techniques, next moment some busty demon pushes you against a tree and uses your “sword” as her own training tool. There are choices, but the game is pretty honest: no matter what you pick, you’re still stuck in this messy mix of lust, guilt and blood. Sometimes you try to be noble and help a girl, then end up with her moaning under you on a futon while you both pretend this is “just stress relief.” Other times you clearly aim for corruption and the game rewards you with scenes that feel like you shouldn’t be watching them in public, even on a phone. It’s not subtle, not classy, not pretending to be anything else. It throws demons, tits, knives, and moral decay into one pot and says “yeah, this is your life now.” And honestly, it kind of works too well.