You could easily dismiss [Fantasy Flight Games] as a third rate knock off . . . produced by some shiftless hobo fueled on super glue and whippets.
It is a common complaint where Mike Mearls is concerned that you will have to wade through some copious amounts of cow flotsam . . .
it's as though they were so focused on chanting to the reader "Organization, organization, organization!" that they forgot to follow their own advise.
This is the sort of chapter that can drive a man to make spread sheets