The loathsome autofiction He fucked the girl out of me is an autobiographical quasi-visual novel whose gameplay consists merely of pressing A and moving from point A to point B to trigger the next state of dialogue.
The story concerns the author’s descent into male prostitution, but what this person lacks in these episodic entries is a distinct sense of self-criticism or critical thinking. They have sleepwalked knowingly into these disgusting, degrading, and obviously traumatic situations purely for monetary reward, so as to purchase artificial hormones for use in fetishistic body modification—gross means to an even grosser end to anybody who isn’t engrossed in warped internet subcultures.

As a result, the game ironically becomes a token warning of the dangers of egotism and self-absorption; the game perhaps intended to exist for therapeutic means, but instead only promotes disgust and alienation

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