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Emotional turmoil reigns. I can now easily see that I am consistently trying to find excuses to hash it out with my Father, who has done nothing but support me. And after that whole mess on Saturday (helping Marie the blind woman), the fuse has got shorter than ever. I made yet another awful mistake in trying to go get Mom, only to come home, and for the yelling to begin. I am tired. I am sick and tired of this. I feel helpless. But I certainly will not submit any of this ugliness to some deity. I thrive on it and it belongs to me alone. Eventually, either I will kill my Dad when he pisses me off, or, he will kill me. It will happen. It is GOING to. Only in the aftermath will I finally see how much of what I had bear on my back for so long damaged everything in my life until I could only see red.

WARNING: THIS POST IS NOT ORGANIZED AND EXPRESSES SOME OF MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND FEELINGS, NOT AN ACTUAL ANALYSIS OR CRITIQUE, AND I AM NOT TRYING TO OFFEND ANYONE, THIS IS JUST ME WANTING AN EXCUSE TO VENT SO PLEASE CUT ME A BREAK ALREADY I do not know what to tell you, but the game mechanic is "Time Management", and it was a thoroughly unpleasant experience where I haphazardly ran around not sure of where I should be starting, or what I should be doing, AND HOW MUCH TIME I AM ALLOWED TO SPEND TRYING TO DO IT. XIII-2 was all about Fixing the Timey Wimey Ball and the character's struggle to undo what was forever going to be in the wrong. Naturally, because you can slip in and out of advancing timelines, alternate timelines born from paradoxes, and incidents that only happen when you screw up really badly, the time travel gimmick made sense. XIII-3 seems geared toward reminding you how shitty you are at keeping your priorities are, and playing on your paranoia about how much

I do not care much for it. It is too sleek. But if this is anything like when Google took over Youtube, I have no doubt that after a few days, everyone who has ever frequented will quickly adjust, find it moderately tolerable, or fall onto the other side of that wavelength of becoming largely indifferent.