"Oh really, you don't know whether to use the macguffin to save the world or destroy it, because you're hung up on the question of pUrPosE iN a WoRlD oF SuFferInG? What are you, a fucking 19th century aristocrat who thinks tuberculosis is cool and sexy because you've literally never had to struggle for anything ever and your brain has liquefied and run out of your ears as a result? Get the fuck over yourself and stop giving yourself brainworms with philosophy cooked up by bored, rich old drunks."
If a writers story doesn't start with a humble farm-barrista saving a sexy wounded dragon attorney from a parking ticket in her one-centaur podunk town and end with KILLING GOD AND USURPING THE POWER OF CREATION I don't want it.
God is the police chief sending out minions to rake in additional revenue?
SPEED LIMIT ENFORCED BY A BEAST WITH TEN HORNS AND SEVEN CROWNS AND ON IT'S BACK RIDES THE WHORE OF BABYLON WHO WE'RE GOING TO ARREST AND THEN WE'RE GONNA POST A SELF-MASTURBATORY ARTICLE ABOUT HOW WE RESCUED HER FROM TRAFFICKING BEFORE SENDING HER TO THE THIRD CIRCLE OF HELL
I'm getting Digital Devil Saga vibes here, which is awesome because unlike the mainline Persona series it focused on the cool shit and didn't wander into hustlegrind teenager harem creep shit.