The whole setup is basically Olympic Village fanfiction with a spreadsheet fetish. You play Finn, the new medic who apparently got hired not for his medical degree but for his ability to run a betting pool. Your actual job? Predict which musclebound space jock tops which other musclebound space jock across twenty different events. Winner literally fucks the loser. That's the scoring system. I kept thinking about that one Tumblr post about competitive gay sex being an actual sport and somehow these devs built an entire visual novel around it.
The locker room scenes hit different when you realize the entire galactic athletic commission designed their league structure around public humiliation kinks. Like, who approved this budget? The Thebes Sporting Complex has to have an HR department somewhere having an absolute meltdown. Finn wanders around with his clipboard while athletes who bench press small moons are sizing each other up, and you're supposed to care about point tallies. The bara art style goes hard on the muscle definition, everyone looks like they could crush your skull between their thighs, which honestly is probably the point. There's this one weightlifter who keeps stretching in ways that defy anatomy textbooks and I'm not complaining but also my lower back hurt just watching.
The writing sometimes forgets it's supposed to be sexy and instead becomes weirdly invested in league logistics. I spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out the redemption league structure before realizing I was supposed to be horny, not calculating playoff scenarios. Some dialogue reads like it was translated through three languages and a microwave. But then you get a scene where two wrestlers are going at it and suddenly the prose finds its groove and you remember why you clicked on something called Galactic Athletes in the first place. The medic premise is genuinely clever as a framing device for voyeurism, even if Finn's predictive abilities seem to rely entirely on the player clicking dialogue options and hoping for the best. I still don't understand how the scoring works and at this point I'm afraid to ask.