like the tacky gift shop at the end of a museum if there was just a single dusty self-service kiosk and half the items in stock were broken or missing. especially sad as this would be my jam if it wasn't essentially abandonware.

whatever mr. krabs-esque creatures at rockstar that came up with the wildly insulting monetization of progression that oppressively hangs the in the game like a recent diagnosis of untreatable cancer at family supper should have their heads lopped open and their brains studied by greed-scientists.