Callisto

The ship's AI keeps nagging me about fuel efficiency while my navigator, a surly woman with more metal than flesh on her left arm, is trying to get into my pants. Space is weird. Callisto drops you into this rusty bucket of a freighter and honestly, the whole thing feels like someone animated a drunken dnd campaign set in the ass-end of the galaxy. You're some ex-military guy, whatever, but the real meat is in the bunks if you catch my drift. Got tangled up with this alien diplomat. Blue skin, weird tendrils for hair, the works. The CG hentai scenes hit different when you've just spent ten minutes reading about trade embargoes, you know? One moment I'm haggling over scrap metal prices, the next I'm watching my character do things to her that would get you court-martialed in any respectable fleet. The static images are clean but the writing is where it gets messy in a good way. There's a scene involving zero-g and a lot of exposed flesh. No sound effects except my own heavy breathing, which is either sad or a testament to the art. The travel bits between planets drag though, lots of clicking through star maps while nothing happens. Forgot to mention you can customize your bridge. Who cares. The crew roster fills up with these broken people and half of them have tragic backstories that somehow end with their legs spread. A mechanic with a drinking problem, a security officer with anger issues. The tropes are thick but the sex scenes are thicker. Tried to romance the stoic pilot and she rejected me flat out, which honestly I respected. Then I bedded the first mate out of spite. The game remembered and later the pilot gave me this look, just a single line of dialogue, and I felt actual guilt. What is this, a real narrative? Probably not. But it got me.

• space
• cg hentai
• adventure
• travel
• sci-fi