Reliving Your Dorky School Life as a Sexy Roguelike (Fork) (Fork) - You relive your high school life until you have win by having sex with every girl in your grade. Each time you die or decide to reset you get new sexual powers based on your achievements, but there are random changes to the characters in your school.
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Reliving Your Dorky School Life as a Sexy Roguelike (Fork) (Fork)

You relive your high school life until you have win by having sex with every girl in your grade. Each time you die or decide to reset you get new sexual powers based on your achievements, but there are random changes to the characters in your school.

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The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you blink awake in the back row of Mr. Hargrove's history class, the faint scent of chalk dust and teenage sweat hanging in the air. Your desk is scarred with old initials, and the notebook in front of you is already filled with doodles from a life that feels both intimately familiar and strangely distant—like slipping into an old skin that's been tailored just a little too tight. Whispers ripple through the room: the popular crowd up front, the jocks tossi

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