My kid, he plays these card games all day. Yugioh, the real one with the shiny cardboard. I see this title, VIP Mrs Michelle University something, and I think, oh, maybe it's like a puzzle? A dress up thing? No. No it is not.

I click and it's just... pictures. Over a hundred, they say. You press the arrow key and a new one pops up. That's the whole game. Michelle, if that's her name, she's in a university uniform, sometimes a VIP dress, sometimes nothing at all. The art, it's that big-eye hentai style. One image she's got this ridiculous duel disk strapped on, but like, barely covering her chest. I laughed. Then I felt weird for laughing. The anatomy makes no sense, spines bending like they're made of rubber. My son's Yu-Gi-Oh cards have monsters with more realistic bodies.

I kept clicking though. Not because it was good, but because my brain broke a little. It's like watching a car crash where the car is made of tits and the airbags are also tits. There's this one where she's "ensured" which I think is a typo for something else, and the text bubble says something about a trap card. I don't know. The whole thing feels like it was made in a fever dream by someone who only learned about women through a corrupted JPEG of Dark Magician Girl. I wish there was a way to shuffle the deck, you know? Some kind of interaction beyond the arrow key. But no, it's a linear slide show of depravity, one sweaty image after another. My finger got tired. Not from what you think, just from pressing the button. The whole thing is deliberately unpolished, a mess of pixels and improbable positions. I closed the tab and the room felt too quiet. I should probably check his browser history more often.