Woke up thinking about that scene where She-Hulk bench presses a goddamn truck. Not for any plot reason, just because she can. The game knows what it is, a messy horny love letter to people who spent way too much time freeze framing certain comic panels as teenagers. Catwoman's outfit does things physics shouldn't allow and the dialogue reads like it was translated through three languages and back, but somehow that makes it better.

The manager angle is weirdly compelling. You're supposedly running this whole operation but really you're just clicking through increasingly absurd scenarios waiting for the next costume malfunction. There's a moment with a "training montage" that's basically just an excuse for muscle definition closeups, and honestly I rewound it twice. The humor lands accidentally half the time, like when a dramatic reveal is undercut by a text box appearing two seconds late. That jank is part of the charm though. Wish the roleplay elements went deeper, but they won't patch it now.

Spent way too long on one dialogue tree with a minor character who looked suspiciously like a certain web slinger's ex. The parody stuff walks right up to the legal line and breathes on it. Marvel and DC mashed together like action figures in a blender, nobody acknowledging the copyright nightmare unfolding. Hardcore scenes trigger at the strangest moments, sometimes mid sentence, which creates this surreal rhythm where you're never quite sure if you're about to get plot or... not plot. The visual novel structure barely holds it together. She-Hulk's abs have more polygons than some entire characters. That's not a complaint, just an observation that's been living rent free in my head since yesterday.