S.E.E.S.

Since I’m committed to playing a lot of fifth-gen games, I’ve got to get used to abstractions of early polygonal graphics. I spent 45 minutes last night trying to find the Library Reserve Key after having scoured every corner of that hellish school. Little did I know but I missed a prompt, obscured by limitations of 32-bit tech, in one of the rooms.

I used to have a sixth sense for this stuff.