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Corruption of Champions: Down The Rabbit Hole
12 years ago
The guy who did text-based smutty adventure game Corruption of Champions did an AMA thread on Reddit, talking about the popularity of his game, future prospects, and what it's like making a living off of programming porn games. It was an interesting thread, so I ended up actually trying out the game.
Four hours later, I realize that my fair-skinned human male character had morphed into a hermaphroditic, six breasted abomination with cat ears, four arms, a snake tail, and a canine penis. The poor guy had undergone such adventures as being mauled and impregnated by a two-cocked hellhound, laid a clutch of eggs implanted by an antlion, and copulated with a satyr with his dick caught in a "vagina flower."
Needless to say, it stops being arousing by the fifth or six description of anal violation by fantasy monster, but I was amazed by the sheer variety of off-the-wall fetish that you can achieve in a single game. The sex aside, the game was actually sort of...fun. Stat balancing while avoiding attack by the random overleveled creature kept me engaged, and the weird characters that I encountered actually had some semblance of personality, reacting accordingly to my actions. Come on too rough and get the shit kicked out of you by a minotaur. Too slow, and the horse-dicked foxgirl town guard simply tells you to fuck off.
It was a bizarre trip, like Skyrim for the hopelessly perverse, but sort of rewarding in its own right. Now as I sit here typing this at 3:30 in the morning, trying to process how I got so drawn in trying to find a way to relieve my six lactating dogtits without getting knocked up by a bee queen, I've entered a sort of fugue state. No longer do I find the prospect of hermaphroditic furries strange, I only worry if fucking one will harm my intelligence stat that I need to master a fireball spell. Not to mention the money I'd have to spend winning one over when I should really be saving for plate armor so that I can take on the tentacle monster in the deep woods.
Good show, Fenoxo. You've taken weird furry erotic fiction and crafted it into a game that's detailed enough to keep me engaged for hours. I'd commend you, but I have an urgent need to huddle under a blanket, shivering and wondering what the hell I just witnessed.
Four hours later, I realize that my fair-skinned human male character had morphed into a hermaphroditic, six breasted abomination with cat ears, four arms, a snake tail, and a canine penis. The poor guy had undergone such adventures as being mauled and impregnated by a two-cocked hellhound, laid a clutch of eggs implanted by an antlion, and copulated with a satyr with his dick caught in a "vagina flower."
Needless to say, it stops being arousing by the fifth or six description of anal violation by fantasy monster, but I was amazed by the sheer variety of off-the-wall fetish that you can achieve in a single game. The sex aside, the game was actually sort of...fun. Stat balancing while avoiding attack by the random overleveled creature kept me engaged, and the weird characters that I encountered actually had some semblance of personality, reacting accordingly to my actions. Come on too rough and get the shit kicked out of you by a minotaur. Too slow, and the horse-dicked foxgirl town guard simply tells you to fuck off.
It was a bizarre trip, like Skyrim for the hopelessly perverse, but sort of rewarding in its own right. Now as I sit here typing this at 3:30 in the morning, trying to process how I got so drawn in trying to find a way to relieve my six lactating dogtits without getting knocked up by a bee queen, I've entered a sort of fugue state. No longer do I find the prospect of hermaphroditic furries strange, I only worry if fucking one will harm my intelligence stat that I need to master a fireball spell. Not to mention the money I'd have to spend winning one over when I should really be saving for plate armor so that I can take on the tentacle monster in the deep woods.
Good show, Fenoxo. You've taken weird furry erotic fiction and crafted it into a game that's detailed enough to keep me engaged for hours. I'd commend you, but I have an urgent need to huddle under a blanket, shivering and wondering what the hell I just witnessed.
I did give myself a dragon's tail and wings later on by drinking ember's blood though...