I love me some Marty.
He seemed to specialize in riding in to doomed, gray, hopeless places and showing fans and players how they could erect gleaming palaces of majestic hope—if only to set the stage for Marty to inevitably and inexplicably burn those palaces right back down to the smoldering ground.
I’d probably hate me some Marty if I didn’t love me some Marty so damned much.
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