Or, getting laid off from the magic firm...
the factory of human pride
the place where i was born
the place where my father died
guided by voices
when you look at me babe
you better look hard and look twice
is that me, baby?
or just a brilliant disguise?
bruce springsteen
she keeps on workin for that minimum
as if a high-school education gave you any other option, you know
against me
how does it feel?
to be on your own?
with no direction home?
bob dylan
the factory of human pride
the place where i was born
the place where my father died
guided by voices
when you look at me babe
you better look hard and look twice
is that me, baby?
or just a brilliant disguise?
bruce springsteen
she keeps on workin for that minimum
as if a high-school education gave you any other option, you know
against me
how does it feel?
to be on your own?
with no direction home?
bob dylan
Lunex: freelancer. Sounds a little sketchy, but that's what he says. Works import/export but can't quite specify where. Had something of a mid-life crisis and decided to live out his life as a wizard... but being the indecisive type, and not a man to believe in absolutes, he just couldn't ever wrap his head around the idea of being a 'pure' force of good, or of destruction for that matter... and matter of fact he thinks the hat suits him, likes the feather.
Reffie, constantly subject to character assassination, accusations of being a serial orphan, always running away... truth is, she was only sneaking out to steal things; potions, pills, medicines, things more ancient, full of strangeness and charm than her milquetoast suburban family could ever understand... a relentless need to nick, pinch, poach, a compulsion really...
Inguy, halfways the namesake of the legend Guy (who spoke Beaver), and who was absolutely not a Warrior of Light, suffers an ongoing and constant identity crisis... a king's man, if you believe the receipts, but after having pierced his ears and driven his Ferrari up on a mountain to meditate for some years (going celibate and off the coke, cold chocobo), he decided that he truly was a Monk in the old sense, a profession, no, a duty grafted onto his very soul by something higher than himself... he even purchased a headband.
And then there's Arp, music in his name, or more likely programming, protocols... ready to change faces, roles, living quarters at the drop of a pointy hat... never sure who he is or what he's doing here, bullied beyond belief by the freaks, geeks, jocks for being what can only be described as a nerd... but with the living potential to blast back at those stunted, insecure children, destroying them or worse... and he hasn't figured out the roads yet, high or low, to turn the other cheek or come back and beat them with that staff until they just can't walk anymore...
Anyhow, I like this game. It feels incredibly slow compared to the first two, or at least the 3D remake does. I'm still not sure how I feel about 2-3 monsters at a time rather than spreading those hit points across something like 8 or 9. The battles' jerky, slow feel (two camera angles are involved) is really my only complaint thus far... the game is very likeable; towns are, finally, interesting to explore and feature NPCs who don't just repeat the same line. I'm not whether this was added in the remake, but I have to assume that at least some of this flavour stuff was.
And frankly, that's all I have to say about the actual game right now. Mechanically it's very Final Fantasy 1--my brain had to do a quick jacknife turn and get used to the fact that I wasn't levelling up all my skills every round, having just come off of II, and the same goes for reacquainting myself with the DnD/Jack Vance wizardry system. The chibi characters don't bother me as much as I thought they would--except maybe Arc and Ingus--and some of the different jobs have the potential to make a character look actually pretty cool. I pray for the day I can slam a helmet on those latter two though, then I'll be alright. Like paper bag sex except it's more I wanna punch these dorks in the face so I don't have to look at them.
Onward, to the cave of something, wherein I assume I will fight the something of something: no doubt about it! Stay tuned!
Also: Cid looks like Jerry Garcia in this game. If one of the secret treasures isn't his bong stash I'll be sorely disappointed. Hey Amano, is that an erection? Just a pants tent? I love that his wife is Mrs. Cid.
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