In a whimsical mood as the endday light sweeps orange across my spartan studio, I feel inclined to reflect upon my past exercises in quixoticism. When I uploaded that game onto this esteemed site, I begat a debt of analysis, a promised post that would surely explain everything. Now, afflicted by this perverse sentimentality, I find myself at last in the proper state to fulfill my vow. No longer will I allow this strange artifact to float unmoored in the online panopticon without a guidepost, an almanac, an epitaph. It is time for a DHX postmortem.
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