Somehow everyone – who is honest – has been waiting for it or at least has firmly planned a fictitious lottery win in this way: a whole ocean liner full of beautiful women who are all waiting for an amorous adventure with their own personal cock of the walk. The journey promises light-heartedness and luxury and not least the view into some black abyss behind the tanned facade oiled with experienced hands.
Not an grumpy shellback with a white beard and wind tanned skin is the captain of the ship, but a first class blonde. The dream of every man at top of the dream ship knows about her own charms. Therefore, only a very special and extraordinarily successful male hero may be her companion for the week. The prerequisite is the completion of a series of competitions which are held on the ship during the journey. Only real men can pass and the player has the thankless task to lead our sad imitation of a man to the top of the masculine virtues.
Unless you happen to speak the Japanese language, you probably only get those rare glimpses into their entertainment culture (like me). Oh, of course, I've watched Akira and I have played the Street Fighter games. Thinking about it, this whole game console world is very Japanese (which is maybe the reason why it always stayed alien to me), and, granted, Italian plumbers getting high on mushrooms to fight turtles are fairly weird. Though Nintendo is just the "family friendly" side.