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Liquid
OVERWATCH. It is so fucking fun. I haven't played a shooter since Black Ops and man am I having a blast.
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Charlie
Did something really sad. Downloaded FF8 on the PS3, £7. Disc 3. The graphics are pretty awful on a HD TV.
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Liquid
Also, its Final Fantasy 8. YOU FUCKED UP.
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Howth Castle and Environs
I have only played the first hour of Final Fantasy VIII. Is this bad?

I also never beat FFVII. I got to the Northern Crater and then got bored levelling my characters up.
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I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Kane
FF8 is horrible.
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Liquid
Let's play this game I guess:
12>10>13>4>5>3 (jp)>1>7>9>8>6>2

inb4 Freed pretends that 6 isn't overly wordy, and full of ambitions that fall flat at every turn, and full of a million characters where all but two of them are paper thin (just like Chrono Cross). BUT KEFKA IS A GOOD VILLIAN HURRR.

EDIT: While I'm purporting unpopular opinions, metal gear 4>2>5>1>3
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Heavy hearts come hold our hands
The planets help you understand
Light and dark are on and off
And all thats' left is us
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Fidel Castro
Liquid wrote: Let's play this game I guess:
12>10>13>4>5>3 (jp)>1>7>9>8>6>2

inb4 Freed pretends that 6 isn't overly wordy, and full of ambitions that fall flat at every turn, and full of a million characters where all but two of them are paper thin (just like Chrono Cross). BUT KEFKA IS A GOOD VILLIAN HURRR.

EDIT: While I'm purporting unpopular opinions, metal gear 4>2>5>1>3
ban this sick filth
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Dalkaen
Liquid wrote: Let's play this game I guess:
12>10>13>4>5>3 (jp)>1>7>9>8>6>2

inb4 Freed pretends that 6 isn't overly wordy, and full of ambitions that fall flat at every turn, and full of a million characters where all but two of them are paper thin (just like Chrono Cross). BUT KEFKA IS A GOOD VILLIAN HURRR.

EDIT: While I'm purporting unpopular opinions, metal gear 4>2>5>1>3
This is one of the weirder opinions I've seen
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Dalkaen
Also, FF12 is awesome but it has some pretty disappointing weaknesses, such as an unlikable and completely inconsequential protagonist (and his sidekick Penelo) and a progression system which is mostly pointless since everyone uncovers the entire license board about 3/4ths of the way through the game. Summons are useless and quickenings outclassed by standard attacks by endgame.

I like FFXII for the gameplay and exploration but it has enough weaknesses to firmly dislodge it from my #1 spot. Honestly, 6 has the fewest weaknesses of any Final Fantasy game but I probably enjoy Tactics the most.
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Howth Castle and Environs
6>5>9>7>4>10. (I haven't played any of the others enough to evaluate them). There was a time when I would have ranked 9 above 5 but the older I get the more I appreciate 5. I might also have ranked 4 above 7 at one point.

Note that the only one of these I don't think is a really good game is FF10. We're quibbling 98% ratings versus 95% ratings here.

I don't know how anyone could possibly think only 2 of FF6's characters are well developed. There are probably more well-developed characters there than in any other game in the series, just due to the sheer number of characters. The only characters who don't have any depth are Umaro and Gogo, who happen to be the game's only optional characters besides Mog. Speaking of whom, Mog doesn't seem to have any depth on the surface, but then you find out the Moogle Charm was his girlfriend's relic (it's named Molulu's Charm in the original Japanese and the Advance translation) and it's strongly implied all the other Moogles died in the world's sundering, and his backstory becomes just as tragic as any other character in the game's. When you recruit him in the World of Ruin he's just sitting there staring at the Moogle Charm because Narshe is overrun with monsters and he probably thinks everyone else is dead and all he can do is brood over his losses. FF6 is like that; you have to read between the lines for a lot of characters' development. "Show, don't tell" in full effect; Shadow's relationship to Relm is another excellent example of this. Admittedly, characters like Gau and Stragos aren't as well developed as characters like Locke, Cayenne, Terra, and Celes, but that's to be expected with several of the cast not joining until late in the game. Even some of the latecomers like Setzer still get a pretty decent amount of development, though.

As for the ambitions of the game, I personally think it's a pretty stunning reflection on the futility of the pursuit of power and war, as well as providing lots of interesting insight into (as the author of the Beyond Chaos randomiser put it) "postwar Japan's struggle to reconcile its cherished traditions and its animist beliefs with rapid modernization and western cultural hegemony". Is it perfect? No. It's not balanced very well in terms of difficulty, and there are a lot of cases, especially in the World of Ruin, where no characters have any unique dialogue (both of which are down to the fact that Square never actually had time to finish developing the game - a fate which also befell Secret of Mana, Xenogears, FF7, and several other of the company's masterpieces. And Chrono Cross for that matter).

And "overly wordy"? I don't even know what that's supposed to mean. A game isn't allowed to have a lot of text? I don't know how you can possibly rank FF7 above FF6 then. There isn't anything in FF6 that's even a tenth as wordy as the Kalm flashback, which is basically twenty minutes of uninterrupted dialogue.

And while we're at it at least four characters in Chrono Cross have a lot of depth: Lynx, Harle, Kid, and Serge. Yes, I know Serge is a silent protagonist. He still has a lot of depth.
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I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Howth Castle and Environs
also how the hell can anyone rank 13 above all but two other FF games? That should disqualify your entire opinion right there.
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ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Matt-2
^ I bought FF13 for the PS3 a bit back. Played an hour of it and haven't bothered since. Didn't really capture me like the others did. I know I could boot FF7, 8 or 9 and lose a day in them (if I had the time).


Recently been playing the Uncharted: Drake Collection on PS4. I'd played the others on PS3 (and own them there) but the chance to play them in 60FPS was enough to push me to purchase. It's a huge experience change.

Also, Metal Gear Solid V as well. I bought the collectors edition with the fancy hand statue, which is cool and sites on my desk, holding my duck.

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Picture of hand and duck: https://goo.gl/photos/Ds3FxHx87FE9vLz17
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Fidel Castro
Matt-2 wrote: Picture of hand and duck: https://goo.gl/photos/Ds3FxHx87FE9vLz17
lol
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Matt-2
The duck is a play with the concept of Rubber Duck Debugging.
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Toementor
Final Hallway 13*
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Toementor wrote: Final Hallway 13*
That's the one!
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Toementor
On my laptop at the moment I have been going back and forth between Guild of Dungeoneering which I'm loving heaps. It's a roguelike-inspired turn based dungeon-building role playing game that's heaps neat and cute and fun. As well as Game Dev Tycoon which is a bit of a time-waster, really. Both are neat enough however.
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9>Tactics>10>7>6>8>12>13

To be fair I've meant to go back and try 6 again because I remember being really bored by it, but I was not in one of my video game playing jags like I normally have to be when I play an RPG, otherwise I don't really get immersed. I think those were unfair circumstances.
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Liquid
Been playing Gone Home and I'm still chipping at Pillars of Eternity. Also I beat System Shock 2 and that game is fucking awful.

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So how I feel about a game in general can be measured by how much I liked a particular, then barely taking the stuff I dislike into account. I really don't think a think has to be perfect or even generally likeable to be good and interesting art worth engaging with. As a result I love some seriously flawed games (I would claim Martian Gothic: Unification as a favorite game and it is bad). Also I do not care at all about your opinion on my opinion (I grew out of that madness years ago) and think it is more important to discuss the works themselves.

12 - Great plot, music, systems, fucking hunts! It really nailed a totally cohesive role that you just lived in. Also people who care about Vaan are dumb. Vaan is no worse of a character than Solid Snake. They both exist to ask idiotic questions so other characters can plot at you.

10 - That battle system, the music, the plot, and characters. Just a total home run imho.

13 - Plot is pretty good, though it does have a high density of made up nouns. I really love the combat. I was super drawn in by being a commander of a battle where I don't micromanage three people so much as I manage the flow of battle. Also I don't care about it being a hallway, every FF is super linear, and it just does a good job of pretending its not. Your open world doesn't matter when the only time you're going to see something new is by going ONE spot. I have a decent amount of respect for dropping the act.

4 - Now we start getting into the okay games where I don't like everything about it. I like the rotating party composition that regularly forces me to change playstyle. In the DS remake (recommend the phone port) the writing is pretty good.

5 - Really robust class system.

3 - Less robust class system.

1 - There are classes, and the music is alright.

7 - This is the one I'm most unsure of, but have considered replaying. As it stands, I didn't find Materia systematically compelling, overdrive doesn't really matter, the writing is gibberish, its full of bullshit minigames, its ugly as fuuuuuck (I normally don't care about graphics, but man are they aggressively bad). I feel like I could get really into the plot, but I played it when I was young and couldn't get past the translation, so the game is composed entirely of elements I hate or am lukewarm about.

8 - I like what the draw magic is going for (though its implementation as a system where you hoard magic you never want to use because MUH STATS is ultimately terrible), and I like the general idea of the plot. Everything else is fucking awful.

6 - There's nothing I like about it, and a LOT I dislike. Ultimately I just wrote a mini screed about it to stir some shit and start a conversation. The characters might be better, I haven't played it since I was young, but I remember everyone but Terra and Celes being non characters. I don't think Locke being a bland rogue who comes around is interesting and of note.

2- I hate everything about it. I will say I always want a lamarckian evolution game to work, but I don't think it ever will. Keywords could have been cool.

Ultimately, this is waaaaay to many words to have written about FF. Just go play Persona 3.
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Sar
Also, I'm switching between Arkham Knight and The Witcher 3 while I wait for Fallout 4. They're both super polished Triple-A games. They're good. I enjoy them.
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Howth Castle and Environs
A bunch of earlier FFs actually aren't all that linear. The classic example is of course FFVI, where you can do almost the entire second half of the game in any order you choose (the only requirements being you recruit Edgar and Setzer and pick up the Falcon near the beginning of the campaign). FFV allows a lot of flexibility in how you pursue its optional side quests towards the end as well, and even the stringently linear FFIV has a lot of optional sidequests to balance out the linear story. I realise that Pulse is supposed to be FFXIII's concession to nonlinearity, but the problem is it's pretty much empty. At least when the older games gave you wide-open fields to explore, there was shit to do in them. FFX is pretty linear too, though not to FFXIII's extent and at least it does kind of open up towards the end of the game like the earlier entries again.

As I said, most of the characters in FFVI have more going on to them than you'd find on the surface. Locke does seem like the stereotypical rogue to begin with but he's really a subversion of the trope because underneath the surface he's dealing with a traumatic loss for which he blames himself, and his surface personality of the charmer who helps every troubled woman who crosses his path is his way of dealing with that guilt. And of course, like nearly every other major character in the game, he gets development in the second half that enables him to move past it. In fact, nearly every major character in the game undergoes at least one major change, with the possible exception of Edgar who already had his major change before the events of the game start. If anything, FFVI is a much more character-driven game than any of the preceding entries in the series. Where FFIV was a plot-driven game that basically used its characters as pieces on a board to be moved around where necessary (hence the constant "deaths" that inevitably ended up being subverted), FFVI almost completely dispenses with plot in many areas (especially the second half) to serve the purposes of its character development and world building. I haven't played enough of FFII to evaluate it but I get the impression that its approach is similar to FFIV's, and FFIII and FFI don't even really have characters. That leaves FFV, which has characters and plot, but both of them take a backseat to the gameplay, and really serve as a sort of light-hearted parody of the previous entries of the series.

Anyway, I mean, yeah, later games like FFVII have more psychological depth to their characters, but FFVII is also a lot longer and done on a much more powerful piece of hardware than the SNES so comparing FFVI's characters to FFVII's isn't exactly fair. If you compare FFVI to... basically anything else that was out at the time, FFVI's characters will usually come out looking pretty good. With the exception of Umaro and Gogo, who, as I mentioned, are basically joke characters.
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I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Drav
Tales from the Borderlands was great. Maybe Telltale's best series yet.

I've also been playing through the Dnd 5E Prince of the Apocalypse campaign with some friends. It's been all right so far but the dungeon design is pretty basic. I hear this is supposed to be a pseudo-remake of The Temple of Elemental Evil though so I guess they'll be some kind of megadungeon later.

Drav fucked around with this message on 2015/11/07 at 04:13:13.
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Liquid
Ⓐaron wrote: A bunch of earlier FFs actually aren't all that linear. The classic example is of course FFVI, where you can do almost the entire second half of the game in any order you choose (the only requirements being you recruit Edgar and Setzer and pick up the Falcon near the beginning of the campaign). FFV allows a lot of flexibility in how you pursue its optional side quests towards the end as well, and even the stringently linear FFIV has a lot of optional sidequests to balance out the linear story. I realise that Pulse is supposed to be FFXIII's concession to nonlinearity, but the problem is it's pretty much empty. At least when the older games gave you wide-open fields to explore, there was shit to do in them. FFX is pretty linear too, though not to FFXIII's extent and at least it does kind of open up towards the end of the game like the earlier entries again.
Out of the games you brought up, only 6 is truly nonlinear, sections can be completed in any order or not at all IIRC. A few minigames, bosses, and tiny areas don't really count. The only FF with side content I thought was truly meaningful was 12, and 12 is still linear as shit. Also, I would rather have a hallway full of really crafted gameplay than an open space I mash A through a bunch of samey battles that detract from the game (basically all jRPGs).

Ⓐaron wrote: Anyway, I mean, yeah, later games like FFVII have more psychological depth to their characters, but FFVII is also a lot longer and done on a much more powerful piece of hardware than the SNES so comparing FFVI's characters to FFVII's isn't exactly fair. If you compare FFVI to... basically anything else that was out at the time, FFVI's characters will usually come out looking pretty good. With the exception of Umaro and Gogo, who, as I mentioned, are basically joke characters.
I don't think its a matter of fairness, or what it was like at the time. One game has better characters than the other. My opinion isn't the hall of fame for jRPGs, and that era based relativism doesn't matter at all when it comes down to what game I'd rather play again

Note your middle section is omited as its been long enough that I can't really make a statement about 5/6 in any depth, and yeah 4 is pretty one one note, but I like how it executes that note and I'm specifically talking about the DS remake that you can get on Phones and PC too. It was a total rewrite. 3 has no characters at all and I like it just because class systems are cool.
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The land of summoned monsters in FFIV isn't exactly tiny. There are other examples as well but I'm too lazy to list them. Not to mention that if you want to complete all the content in basically any FF game starting from FFIV onward you have to go way out of the way from the plot. Want all the blue magic, summons, etc.? Then you've got a shitload of optional content to complete.

Evaluating a SNES game on the same scale as a modern or even PS1 game is ridiculous. Would you judge the graphics of FFVI by the same standard as the graphics of FFXV? Of course you wouldn't, because the capabilities of the hardware are completely dissimilar. Judging the story by the same standards is similarly ridiculous, because unless you wanted a completely text-based game, there was only the hardware to support so much story in the 16-bit era (and even if the hardware had existed, development cycles would have rendered it impossible for the story to have been developed further - as mentioned, many of Square's best games, including FFVI, were unfinished. Essentially, the longer development cycle of the modern entries is a primary reason they can have more complex stories. FFXV has been in development for nearly ten years. That's an extreme example, true, but even FFXII and FFXIII took six and five to make, respectively. FFVI took a year, and still wasn't finished). Certainly, if you don't enjoy the old games, you don't enjoy them, but if you want your list to be taken as an objective measurement of each game's quality rather than as your subjective assessment of how much you enjoyed them, you have to take into account the standards of the times.

I've never played the DS versions of FFIV or FFIII so I can't assess them. In fact, I don't think I've played a single Final Fantasy remake.
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I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Drav
That's kind of like arguing that it's ridiculous to rank the story in plays next to epics because the latter allows for much more text. Technically true, but in practice I'd be hard pressed to name an epic with a better story than King Lear. Personally I think that FFVI has a better crafted story than both VII and VIII (and maybe even IX) on its own merits.

Drav fucked around with this message on 2015/11/07 at 09:08:50.
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Drav
Personally though, I don't really get much out of talking about FF any more. I gave up on FFXIII after about 4 hours; besides that it's been almost 10 years since I've actually played one. FF had it's day, it's all about Megami Tensei now.
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Howth Castle and Environs
Drav wrote: That's kind of like arguing that it's ridiculous to rank the story in plays next to epics because the latter allows for much more text. Technically true, but in practice I'd be hard pressed to name an epic with a better story than King Lear. Personally I think that FFVI has a better crafted story than both VII and VIII (and maybe even IX) on its own merits.
Well, fair point. I haven't played enough of VIII to judge it (though if the criticisms I've heard are accurate then it's definitely weaker) but the story of VII is often a mess and I certainly get more enjoyment out of VI's. (I always felt like VII had the beginning of a truly compelling story that just kind of got derailed as the game progressed). IX has a pretty strong story but it's consciously an homage to the earlier entries in the series and thus not terribly original, while a lot of what VI did was truly unprecedented (and some of it hasn't, to my knowledge, even been replicated in the series - how many games deal with issues like teen pregnancy and suicide?).

I still think, though, that a lot of Liquid's complaints about VI are a direct function of the fact that it's an older game with a shorter development cycle. VI takes about forty hours to play through; I haven't played enough of XII to judge but people have told me that it takes somewhere between a hundred and two hundred hours for a complete playthrough. So of course the story and characters of VI aren't as intricate as those of some of the later entries. It's a shorter game with a much shorter development cycle. But, as you pointed out, more intricate doesn't always mean better.

Drav wrote: Personally though, I don't really get much out of talking about FF any more. I gave up on FFXIII after about 4 hours; besides that it's been almost 10 years since I've actually played one. FF had it's day, it's all about Megami Tensei now.
Until I came across the VI randomisers I hadn't played one in several years either.
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ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check)

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Well, in the case of FFXII I think that had more to do with Matsuno being a more mature story-teller than his peers than the technology or length of the game.
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Ⓐaron wrote: I still think, though, that a lot of Liquid's complaints about VI are a direct function of the fact that it's an older game with a shorter development cycle.
This is a ridiculous statement. As a consumer I do not give a flying fuck about how a game was made. Would you give your personal GOTY (not that any adult needs to validate things like that) to a game that didn't boot? What if it was developed by a blind person, had a third of its initial budget, and didn't boot? I've been involved in creating shipping commercially released games, and I wouldn't want someone to defend an bad/mediovre game that I was involved in because of how it got made. That is not their fucking problem. They are a consumer who paid for a product, and the product that is made better be worth their money. NOTHING matters but the final product.
Ⓐaron wrote: VI takes about forty hours to play through; I haven't played enough of XII to judge but people have told me that it takes somewhere between a hundred and two hundred hours for a complete playthrough. So of course the story and characters of VI aren't as intricate as those of some of the later entries. It's a shorter game with a much shorter development cycle.
The length of 12 has little to do with the story, it probably has less story (in terms of length and character count in the script), but is probably a 60ish hour main game. 100%ing it good god, I've broken 200 hours on a file and still have not seen all the content, let alone done stuff like maxing levels and license board. A lot of that time is due to the more MMO-ish nature of the game with chaining enemies for kills, there's also just a staggering amount of actual content.

Ⓐaron wrote: Certainly, if you don't enjoy the old games, you don't enjoy them, but if you want your list to be taken as an objective measurement of each game's quality rather than as your subjective assessment of how much you enjoyed them, you have to take into account the standards of the times.
I laughed out loud. Only a fucking idiot tries to turn their opinion into an objective and quantative ranking of art (a title that I degrade by applying to Final Fantasy). I'm aware people do it, but if it is anything but a subjective individual list (a single youtubers favorite game of the year instead of an institution) so that consumers who find that their tastes align can use it as a roguh measuring stick is really dumb.
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The planets help you understand
Light and dark are on and off
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Drav wrote: Tales from the Borderlands was great. Maybe Telltale's best series yet.

I've still to try that one out. Me and my partner started playing TWD S2 together and stopped, haven't picked it back up since, but she won't let me play it without her.

Have you tried the GoT Telltale game? If so, is it any good? My guess is that it's Telltale, and probably will be decent enough. They are on a bit of a roll.
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