Recent reviews by Temezi

Decent game, horrible community

There comes a time in every man's life when he needs to take a look at himself in the mirror and wonder how exactly he reached such a place.
You have to truly ponder what decisions you have made along the way that brought you to the place of your final reckoning.

It is still unclear, even to me, why I purchased this game.
There isn't anything wrong with it, with those nudity scenes throughout it's perfectly stellar. But when you look at it as a choice, you realize just how flawed you and the rest of humanity is.

What drove me to purchase such a game? What part of my soul felt so empty that I thought a virtual girl could fill it?
When I look into the boundless depths of my own loneliness I see a pool of reflection. My face isn't there, there is no face. There are only tears in that pool, tears of shame and loss and confusion.

If it were up to me again I know I would purchase it in a heartbeat, I know I would load it up and skip through the countless window prompts so I can have a single morsel of pornographic images which are readily available online.
Yet, despite the abundance of naked virtual women waiting in the digital sphere, I still chose to purchase this game and devote hours of my life to it. That time will never return to me, it is lost just like my soul and just like the time I fear I may never find it again.

There is something broken within me, something that desires sensation beyond my reach, something that whimpers every single night with the knowledge that there is no true bond, no faithful connection, only the hollow illusion of affection twisted by betrayal.
In my pursuit to find meaning in this long life, I sought the colorful lights and sounds of a world that only exists in a pop up window on my computer.

I am unsure what the moral of this review is, I am unsure about my place within the universe, all I know is that no amount of virtual girls can cure the vast rot that has overtaken me.

There comes a time in every man’s life when he must confront the truth of his own shattered heart. I stare into the mirror and see not myself, but the hollowed echo of someone who once believed in love.

I broke up with my girlfriend. Or maybe she broke up with me. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the wreckage left behind. And in the midst of that wreckage, in the cavernous silence of my apartment, I turned to something else. Something I cannot quite justify, yet cannot deny.

At the end of all that pain, I found myself doing the only thing a broken man could.
I bought this game.

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with it. With its nudity scenes scattered like forbidden fruit, it is perfectly serviceable. But in the act of buying it, I revealed a flaw deeper than heartbreak itself. What part of my soul thought that a virtual girl could soothe the sting of loss?

When I dig through the ashes of my relationship, I find not closure, not peace, but only tears. Tears of shame, of longing, of realizing that my choices are but a spiral downward into loneliness. And yet, if I could go back, I know I would buy it again. Without hesitation. I would click through every dialogue box, every endless prompt, just to reach that fleeting glimpse of digital affection.

There are endless images online, countless faces of virtual women smiling in the void, yet I still chose this. I still devoted hours that will never return to me. Maybe because what I sought wasn’t really her, nor even them, but a moment of forgetting.

And in the middle of all this despair, Mango Party just casually dropped a banger. My life is in ruins, but those madmen at Mango Party are out here cooking five-star gourmet depression meals for the soul.

No amount of virtual girls will fix what’s wrong with me. But at least Mango Party makes me feel like suffering is content.

A bad Trainer blames the horse.
A bad Trainer blames the gacha.
A true Trainer knows they are at fault when their horse loses the race.
A true Trainer hugs the screen and whispers, “You tried your best.”
A true Trainer spends 3 hours perfecting a schedule, only to watch her girl trip at the starting line.

10/10 would raise horse idols again. (This is honestly a great game.)

You bought this game because you are cripplingly addicted to Souls-like games.
I bought this game because I am horny.
We are not the same.

what a big waste of time dont buy it

It’s all fun and games until both teams have three Supports.

You bought this game because you are horny.
I bought this game because I have a crippling addiction to Hades like games.
We are not the same.

There comes a time in every man's life when he needs to take a look at himself in the mirror and wonder how exactly he reached such a place.
You have to truly ponder what decisions you have made along the way that brought you to the place of your final reckoning.

It is still unclear, even to me, why I purchased this game.
There isn't anything wrong with it, with those nudity scenes throughout it's perfectly stellar. But when you look at it as a choice, you realize just how flawed you and the rest of humanity is.

What drove me to purchase such a game? What part of my soul felt so empty that I thought a virtual girl could fill it?
When I look into the boundless depths of my own loneliness I see a pool of reflection. My face isn't there, there is no face. There are only tears in that pool, tears of shame and loss and confusion.

If it were up to me again I know I would purchase it in a heartbeat, I know I would load it up and skip through the countless window prompts so I can have a single morsel of pornographic images which are readily available online.
Yet, despite the abundance of naked virtual women waiting in the digital sphere, I still chose to purchase this game and devote hours of my life to it. That time will never return to me, it is lost just like my soul and just like the time I fear I may never find it again.

There is something broken within me, something that desires sensation beyond my reach, something that whimpers every single night with the knowledge that there is no true Princess, it is a merely an illusion.
In my pursuit to find meaning in this long life, I sought the colorful lights and sounds of a world that only exists in a pop up window on my computer.

I am unsure what the moral of this review is, I am unsure about my place within the universe, all I know is that no amount of virtual girls can cure the vast rot that has overtaken me

What a ♥♥♥♥ show of a game. One wipe the game is playable, and the next wipe it isn't.