And why the heck would they name the disease "guilt"? Oooohhh, the guilt's going to kill you! Oh noes! That gives new meaning to guilt coming to kill you and rot you from the inside out. Except that it makes eyeballs randomly pop up on random parts of your body, like your heart or your lungs. And then you have to perform surgery to try to remove it, and you're doing all great and junk, but then all of a sudden these little monsters fly out of it. So you take a laser and you start shooting at them, and that makes me wonder... Why the heck aren't you even damaging the heart if you're taking a laser and zapping it all over the heart and shit? Shouldn't there be like, cuts and, like, tumors all over it and shit for that? But anyway, you do this, the eyeball pops open, and then magical tentacles come out of the eyeballs. And then you have to destroy the blood vessels, but noooooo, you can't touch the flashing red blood vessels, because then the patient's like, "Graaaaaaaagh, I are dead". And anyway, then the patient's like, "Ahhhh, you only have ten minutes to finish my operation, so you can't get through the whole sixty million steps, you die, you noob!" So you keep doing that, and then you have to heal the tumors with this magical healing junk gel stuff... That's kind of questionable in colour.... And then more little flying monsters come out of it, and you have to shoot them with this black junk, and then they freeze and you cut them, but if you cut the wrong one, no, this orange stuff spews EVERYWHERE. It makes you wonder if they're having a spooge party or something. And then you have to stitch up all the places where you cut her up... and for some reason, the stitches magically heal people. This I do not get. I mean, you draw a line that goes halfway across the screen and halfway back, and it's like, "Cool!" No, that is NOT cool! That is a horrible job that you just did! A cool job would be a bunch of neat, even little stitches, not just some weird thing that spans halfway across her lungs and back! It's like, "Ha ha, you're going to have stitches on your lungs for the rest of your life because we can't get the wounds to shut up properly!" And anyway, then you find out that you only have two minutes left... Which is really nothing.... And then the eyeball pops open again, and you have to do the whole cutty blood vessely tentacle rape thing again... And then you have to inject it with the proper colour of serum, but if you don't do that, oh noes, the heart gets all cut up and shit, and then you're like, "Oh no, why the hell aren't you dead yet, bitch? You should be dead, you've been cut so much, and I've been sewing you up constantly!" But quite frankly, I really don't care that this chick's dying because she annoys the shit out of me. Seriously, she's always coming in, and she's like "Doctor Stiles... Doctor Stiles...." And it's kind of creepy. It makes you wonder if she's going to molest the poor doctor that you're playing as. And for some reason, none of the nurses are dressed like nurses. All of them are dressed like hookers. Wait, no... one of them's not. One of them is actually quite modestly dressed. And one of them looks like she came straight out of an anime with green hair and shit like that. It's like, did she dump sewage water on her hair to make her hair so green? Because it really looks like it, and then Doctor Tyler's like, out of nowhere, "I'm going to talk forever and annoy the shit out of you when this lady's dying! When you could actually have a little more time, like two more minutes, no, I'm just going to sit here and WASTE. YOUR. TIME. Cause I'm Tyler. My eyes seriously never open. And when they do, I always act like such a dumb, annoying, emo shit!" So, enough talking about the emo shit there... Um.... And then they had to kill the hot dude. It's like, "No, Emilio, nooo! You should have killed that Heather bitch and saved Emilio instead! Heather's such a whore anyway!" And Doctor Stiles can't seem to make up his mind. He can't seem to choose between Angie or Heather... Personally, I think he should just pick the cool route and choose Emilio, but technically, that would be pedophilia, because Emilio's only, like, sixteen. So Emilio's kind of out of the question, unless Doctor Stiles has some sort of secret pedophilia fetish... But I'm sure Angie and Heather don't really mind... Because, there's this hot doctor dude, and he can't decide which nurse he wants to have around constantly.... But yeah... And anyway, then you're in this village, and this guy's like, "I have guns of laceration! You have to help me," and then you're like, "Um, you just attacked the nurse... Should we really help you?" But you keep going through it, and everything's all happy sunshine rainbows, solve a murder here, solve a murder there... And it doesn't matter that people are dead, you're just happy happy sunshine pants... And you're in it because your name is Phoenix Wright, and you're always right, and that was a horrible pun, please punch me. Well, not really... Um.... Go home now.

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