Gott ist tot, und Kirby hat ihn getötet.

It's really nice to see video games pick up for ideas from board games. It's even nicer to see what's basically a no-conflict narrative RPG that you can play without a very understanding group get a lot of high profile exposure.

There's no question this is a bad game. Ask anyone you like: the plot is nonsensical, the dialogue and voice acting is rubbish, the action combat is just that bit too loose to really engage - and yet there's something there, some absurd charm that kept making smile every time Jack let fly with the non-sequiturs while fist bumping everyone in sight.

It's got the mise en scene of The Room and the atmosphere of self-insert Final Fantasy slash fic, so enter at your own risk. I can't recommend unless your mind is broken in the same way as my own, but at least the difficulty settings are admirably permissive, so you're well within your rights to stick on casual mode and watch the disaster unfold.

Guess what, the game is still good, despite being comprehensively outdated in almost every way. The pixel remaster stuff was unobtrusive, once I modded out the horrible font, which is the best that you can really say for a thin gruel re-release like this.

The last boss being functionally unbeatable without a White Mage is nonsense though, given that my 3 Knight/Red Mage team steamrollered every other enemy in the game without breaking a sweat.

The world of light and the world of dark will one day return to the void, but if we lose hope, if we refrain from the struggle to survive, we're as good as gone already. At base, this hero's journey is a quest to overcome despair about the true contingency of the human condition, doomed to continue living in the shadow of certain mortality.

All stories are really about embracing or rejecting Instrumentality, when you think about it.

Either that, or I'm the product of a culture which has addressed most of my physical needs while creating a psychic and cultural starvation diet, incapable of seeing anything but my own need for meaning endlessly reflected back at me through popular media, the only remaining form of social congress left: realer than reality, better than life.

The first entry in the series you could confidently expect modern RPG players to immediately be able to enjoy, FF3 is a fun way to whittle down the endless hours before oblivion.

I can't type any better, and now there's an old man wearing a shapeless coat who stands in the alley outside my home all night making the sound of broken fan, which is just great.

Give me a high, wild place amid hills that scrape the sky and I will reach out as if with the finger of an angry god to visit death upon the deserving. Just don't make me do another sewer level please.

Good cats, mediocre everything else.

2022

The Witness would be immeasurably improved if your avatar was a cat.

Monado? Monado. Monado!

Shulk! Bionis Mechon Machina Entia Meyneth Dinobeast

It's Reyn Time

Telling a story is a little like eating cake: stuff yourself with a constant fever pitch of ludicrous high drama and you're liable to end up feeling a bit sick.

It's nice to not have a snide little comment to add

Inferior to its predecessor in almost every way, the HD collection release at least cleans up some of the garbled textures and makes the game more playable. There are some fairly interesting themes there: pregnancy and abortion anxiety, teenage identity crisis, although their treatment is only skin deep. A bang average experience only really of interest to series completists.