A bad porn game doesn't stay in your mind, but it scars your soul. While I cannot remember the details, I can remember the rage, frustration, disgust, and disappointment. You see, it's not about the game, it's about you. You read the description, you saw the pictures, you decided to download, you decided to play, you decided to keep going even though you knew in the first minute what the end of the road and its treacherous journey wrought.
Yet, you pressed on, a fool by the name "Gabaw", an incorrigible addict to suffering through foul refuse, chewing on the moldy, rotten leftovers of once fine gourmet, savoring the putrid effusion with every mashing of your molars. Don't deny it. It was certainly not the first time, and it won't be the last. We are lost, gentlemen. There is no path to salvation. May we grow fat in our own filth and forget what it means to be human. Only then can we have peace.