“And then…and THEN…he swoops from above, sword wreathed in flame and lightning, tears streaming down his face as he finally plunges the point up to the hilt in Titan’s forehead! A huge burst of energy radiates from the combatants, lighting up the whole continent!
“OK, OK, here’s the next part! God Himself descends on a metal cloud and gives Clive a thumbs up: ‘Nice one, Clive!’ Clive nods gruffly at His Holiness as he absorbs the essence of the entire planet, granting him the ability to open cans of custard WITHOUT a can opener. Clive finally smiles. ‘It’s just been revoked,’ he babbles to himself…”
As the young narrative designer finishes this totally awesome pitch, a small man in a green jacket, previously unnoticed by the enthralled FFXVI designers, suddenly snaps his fingers.
The room falls silent. Slowly, the designers gaze balefully at the interrupter.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool, babe…But listen, here’s 5 more side quests involving fetching planks of wood and chocobo butts.”
An awed silence fills the room. Slowly, the designers drift, zombie-like, towards the man in the green jacket. The narrative designer from earlier rips up his own storyboards for the awesome action he had detailed only minutes before.
They wouldn’t be needed where he was going.
The man in the green jacket smiles a slow, greasy smile.
Victory fanfare
“OK, OK, here’s the next part! God Himself descends on a metal cloud and gives Clive a thumbs up: ‘Nice one, Clive!’ Clive nods gruffly at His Holiness as he absorbs the essence of the entire planet, granting him the ability to open cans of custard WITHOUT a can opener. Clive finally smiles. ‘It’s just been revoked,’ he babbles to himself…”
As the young narrative designer finishes this totally awesome pitch, a small man in a green jacket, previously unnoticed by the enthralled FFXVI designers, suddenly snaps his fingers.
The room falls silent. Slowly, the designers gaze balefully at the interrupter.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool, babe…But listen, here’s 5 more side quests involving fetching planks of wood and chocobo butts.”
An awed silence fills the room. Slowly, the designers drift, zombie-like, towards the man in the green jacket. The narrative designer from earlier rips up his own storyboards for the awesome action he had detailed only minutes before.
They wouldn’t be needed where he was going.
The man in the green jacket smiles a slow, greasy smile.
Victory fanfare