>Consider why it sounds familiar.

Yeah. You remember this. The trippy alcohol from Problem Sleuth. You sure do miss that comic! You remember the exciting times you had keeping up with every upd8, oops you mean update. It was a wild, imaginative time when everything in your online circles was all torso flails, frightening beasts, hardboiled behavior, flapper prostitutes becoming liberated goddesses, female alter egos, black hole endings, weasel freakouts, and, of course, SEPULCHRITUDE.

The ending of Problem Sleuth 2, however, has become something of a sore subject with you. You guess sometimes this sort of thing happens: an ambitious, eccentric author gets fed up, throws it all in the trash, and hires on jobbers to write inferior fanfiction which puts the characters through a lot of pointless sexual traumas and genocides and crap.

But does that mean you have to hate the good parts forever? Even the very tippy-tail end of PS2 enchanted you in so many ways. There was a promise there. There was something worth remembering.

Maybe it's good that you're here at this point in your life, playing make-believe as a Problem Soothe, getting spiritually back in touch with the artwork that captivated you in your formative years.

Yes. You'll do it! This has to be the solution to all your current problems. You'll be like your hero Problem Sleuth and go get Papa John-level apocalyptically shitface hammered. Then you'll go scrunch up in a little makeshift fort just like Pickle Inspector and see where your imagination takes you.

>Punch apart desk and build fanciful fort from flinders.