DO NOT PLAY A GALGAME CALLED CHO SHOKU! Don’t play a visual novel called Asairo! If you’re thinking about hunting down a fan-translated visual novel to play, here’s my advice: don’t. Don’t get all excited just because this one got translated, or because a few articles on some well-known VN site recommended it to hell and back. Whether you’re the story-focused type or the fap-focused type, take it from me — stay away from this game, before it ruins your life the way it ruined mine! For a whole month, every single time I opened it, I felt waves of nausea. The tangled mess of its plot gave me the feeling of having drunk raw sewage, whether I skipped or not — the kind of nausea you can’t throw up. Since I played it, visual novels stopped being a way to unwind and became a form of torture. For a long time I was tormented by this game like having my dick and balls tied into a bow, and yet I couldn’t stop playing it! Only after a week of grueling effort, after I finally cleared it, was the curse lifted from my body. If you read all that and you still haven’t given up on wanting to know about this game — if you’re still here, shamelessly wearing a Santa hat and clinging to people like an idiot shouting “I’m just curious!” — then maybe consider carefully reading the details below about how this game ruined my life. (Brutal spoilers below)