Have you ever noticed the glare you get when you walk into a room? Not the warm glow of outfit approval, or the admiring eyes of a gentlemen giving you the full up and down appreciatively. For the sake of this list I went for Love Death 3. You can play in first and third-person views to explore the world.

I have a pretty high tolerance for terrible games but I make an exception for this one – I’m not going to beat around the bush, this is absolute garbage. Perhaps the most pervy this game gets is where you can enter DokiDoki mode – a kind of special mini-game where you have to touch the girls in all the right places to make sure they’re totally hot for you.Perhaps one of the first sexy games to bring shameless fan-service to mainstream gaming. Team Ninja took the girls from Dead or Alive – decided to just throw away all the rubbish fighting gameplay, strip the girls down to their undies and put them all on a tropical island. You’re a guy in school. Who accidentally gets hit by all of Cupids arrows (bear with me) the affect of which is that every single girl in school totally wants a piece of him. This stand out feature alone warrants caution. The game itself? Well, it’s a surprisingly ‘deep’ 3D anime girl model editor. You can change almost any and every aspect you’d like, to create your perfect girl – before talking to her, manipulating her, watching her dance for you I’m sure you get the picture.

Cards that you collect can be powered up in a rather unique way. Unlike games like Valkyrie Crusade, where you evolve or amalgamate cards of like-types. Monster Monpiece asks that you open up a full view of the card you want to power up and then poke and prod at the sexy artwork in the right places to build meter. Once you’ve got them to the appropriate level it’s time to frantically stroke your card to bring them to… er… fruition. Be successful in this rather ridiculous process and your cards will be 1) Even more awesome and 2) even more saucy. You take yourself off to the bathroom and take a long hard look in the mirror. Do I look like a slut? Am I trying too hard to get attention? You start questioning yourself over something that will later feel so trivial, but for tonight, sits on your shoulders like a terrible weight. Nothing wrong with this of course. There’s even less wrong with one of the game’s main features – the fact that as they fight, their clothes get ripped apart until they’re fighting in nothing more than their delicate skimpies.

I’m talking about that other feeling. The feeling of judgment, hostility and displacement. It’s coming from a female. Usually one with a partner nearby, and more often than not, she is someone you would consider a friend.