>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 and frightening beasts, female alter egos and enslaved flapper babes turned into liberated goddesses, ultimate attacks and games played with Death. Truly legendary.

You're really not sure about the sequel, Problem Soothe 2 though. It's a little uh, maudlin, and its conceptual complexity is ultimately unrewarding.

Anyway, none of that prevents you from enjoying your memories of Problem Sleuth to the fullest.

Indeed, 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. Maybe this is EXACTLY the balm that your unhealed soul needs. Yes...

Yes! This is 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.