Inconsistent art, plot holes everywhere, mind-numbingly cliche characters, terrible fucking dialogue, and trying to keep up with all the world-building rules feels like literal rocket science. Yet I’ve made it to chapter 50 somehow. What has my life become?
Inconsistent art, plot holes everywhere, mind-numbingly cliche characters, terrible fucking dialogue, and trying to keep up with all the world-building rules feels like literal rocket science. Yet I’ve made it to chapter 50 somehow. What has my life become?