It wasn't completely mundane since Orem is out of his fucking mind. I mean, it's not his fault, but some of the things he says are made of wtf. And it's awesome. Ohhhh. Makes sense. When I show the epilogue tomorrow, it'll show the difficulty rating, speaking of stars. HM64 was my first HM game and probably in my top 5 games I ever played. Bad translations aside, the writing was brilliant and enthralling in ways all newer games I've played have failed to live up to. The characters weren't so flat and single minded. The relationships were deep and believeable. You were allowed to drink wine, bet on horse and dog races, witness domestic disputes, lose Karen forever, find your grandmother dead, Rick wasn't a psychotic dick... I look at your avi and I remember when I learned you could steal get wine for free in the vineyard cellar if you used an empty bottle in front of the barrels. Time doesn't move indoors, so you could drink 100000 glasses and no one could possibly get you drunk on new years with your wicked tolerance. Damn I like that game.