The whole tower goes boom and suddenly Raven's crashing at your place. Not complaining. That's the setup, and honestly the destruction porn in the first panel is whatever, I was already clicking past it. The art has that specific fan comic smell, you know the one, where Starfire's tits are doing physics that would make actual comic artists weep but somehow it works for what this is. Charmcaster shows up later too which I completely forgot about until she was just there, being all purple and scheming.

Gwen Tennyson's segment is where my brain short circuited. She's written like she's supposed to be this innocent gamer girl but then the dialogue takes a hard left into "let me sit on your lap while I beat this level" territory and I mean, okay. The Ben 10 crossover stuff is so shameless. I actually laughed when the omnitrix got referenced mid scene, like who greenlit that. The sex scenes themselves are decently paced if you can get past the fact that everyone's anatomy looks traced from three different sources. Raven's got that thick goth thing going but then her proportions shift between panels and I'm sitting there like, did her ass just migrate. Still hot though. I'm part of the problem.

Sound is nonexistent obviously, browser game life, so I had my own playlist going and honestly Death Grips synced up weirdly well with the rougher scenes. The clicking is satisfying in a brain off way. Don't expect branching paths or anything, it's basically a slideshow you advance through while the dialogue gets progressively filthier. One moment I'm helping Gwen beat a high score, next thing she's calling me something that would get this review flagged. The whiplash is the appeal I think. Just roll with it and don't think about the fact that Raven's cloak texture keeps changing color for no reason. I'm still mad about that.

The first thing that hits you isn't the tits, it's the menu music. Some royalty free tropical house loop that burrows into your skull like a happy little parasite. I caught myself humming it while making coffee, which is honestly more embarrassing than anything happening on screen. Hero Party doesn't try to be polished. The 2D art has this flat, almost Flash game quality where characters look slightly different from panel to panel, like the artist was still figuring out how Raven's hood should sit or whether Storm's hair defies gravity today. And somehow that jank makes it hotter. It feels like finding someone's very dedicated sketchbook.

You're Tony Stark, obviously. Not Robert Downey Jr. Tony Stark, but the comic version where he's just a smug rich guy with a goatee and a tropical island hideaway that runs on pure ego. The management layer is weirdly compelling. You're balancing party budgets while trying to get Supergirl to notice you bought the expensive Kryptonian wine. Gwen Stacy keeps hanging around the pool area and I spent twenty minutes just clicking through dialogue trees trying to figure out if she's into me or just really bored. The seduction system isn't complicated. Pick the right option, watch the affection meter tick up, unlock a scene. But the writing has these moments where it catches you off guard. Black Cat says something genuinely funny. She-Hulk gives you a look that the artist absolutely nailed. Wonder Woman's dialogue feels like someone actually read a Wonder Woman comic once, which in this genre is practically academic research.

The sex scenes are where the rough edges either work for you or don't. Handjobs look a bit like someone's first attempt at animation, all stiff wrists and weird angles. But the creamp