How different is baseball, truly, from the so-called real world? A farce constructed of arbitrary rules, saturated so deeply in absurdity that its a small wonder how it came to exist in the first place, much less became something revered and taken quite seriously by oh so very many people?
In the end, are we not all all running, running, running back and forth between our home and our bases, forward, backward, and again; our turns over no sooner than they've started, and rarely having any effect beyond themselves, no matter how beautifully we play our parts; and in the meantime, leaving us waiting for something to happen and thinking of everything except what we're actually doing?
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This VN is simply phenomenal from start to end. It never fails to impress me, Jill, how much your work improves with each successive game of yours~