Ball physics got stuck again. That little circle just clipped right through a solid line I swear I drew perfectly, bounced off nothing, and plummeted. Twenty seven attempts on level 14. My trackpad is basically a crime scene now, smudged to hell. This isn't Arkanoid, it's a rage management simulator with jiggle rewards, and honestly? The jank kinda works. Like when you find a chiptune with blown-out bass that technically sounds wrong but slaps anyway. The whole thing runs at what feels like 12 frames when the ball speeds up, pixelated photos of this model Haruka staring back from the screen.

The power ups. Grab the multiball and suddenly you're handling four balls with the precision of a drunk raccoon, all while a big tit asian model flashes on screen if you manage to not die. Which is the whole loop. 30 levels. Every time you hit the star, another photo. Sometimes the ball trajectory makes zero physical sense. I swear the collision detection was coded by someone who hates joy. The "real model" theme means actual photos, not renders, which gives it this scuzzy 2000s internet vibe I weirdly respect. And Haruka's expression never changes. Just that same half-smile while you sweat through a level where the geometry is actively hostile.

Wish the line drawing wasn't so floaty. Sometimes you meant to draw a gentle slope and instead created a death ramp angled straight into the abyss. No undo. No mercy. Just another failure screen and the loop continues. Why does level 22 even exist? The red barriers are placed with genuine malice. My tea went cold sitting there. Not gonna pretend this is some hidden masterpiece. It's a horny flash game wearing an arcade skin, with programming errors that somehow became features, and when Haruka finally appears after a level that took forty tries it feels like winning a tournament of a game nobody else plays. Pure nonsense. Pure, glitchy nonsense.