Boy, I forgot how insufferable Key protagonists could be. Impressions: He can barely go a minute without announcing some pretentious purple prose BS. "Aah, this truly is the springtime of a melancholic boy's wounded youthful rennaisance." "Huh?" "Oh, golly gee, ma'am. Don't mind me. I'm just Billy Everyteen, contemplating the weight of existence." No, […]

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