The armchair, hallmark-level philosophy in the author's writing is starting to grate my nerves. I've always thought that visual novels were more about SHOWING (via artwork) and less about exposition (via the written word). But the author has gone off the rails here with the last several chapters reading like the denouement of a poorly written Austen-era romance novel.
And yeah, I'm still gonna read the sumbitching thing.
The armchair, hallmark-level philosophy in the author's writing is starting to grate my nerves. I've always thought that visual novels were more about SHOWING (via artwork) and less about exposition (via the written word). But the author has gone off the rails here with the last several chapters reading like the denouement of a poorly written Austen-era romance novel.
And yeah, I'm still gonna read the sumbitching thing.