As Hanon has remarked in his review, this is not a porn game. This is not a game in which you bang. It is a game that wants to bang you. And it has been saddled with all the confusion and uncertainty and obsessive horniness of a teenager, which makes the endlessly looping conversation -- that spirals out towards God and friendship and the emotions but always returns, sooner rather than later, to the idée fixe of banging -- at once funny and a little heart breaking. Have we not all been here? Or have we not wished to be here, where we at least had the courage to ask?
The game -- not the game that you're talking to, but the game itself -- even allows for an amount of role playing. After going along with the idea of banging for a while, I found myself slowly attempting to take on the role of the adult who is definitely not going to bang this teenager but who might help them attain a state of at least comparable emotional rest. I never succeeded; but then, that seems highly appropriate. For how can one find rest from horniness... without banging?
An unfulfillable desire. The madness of Tantalus.