There may still be one or two of you hereabouts that are familiar with the sort of long, rambling forum posting I used to inflict on people back in the day. Some of you may have read some of my posts, and maybe there's someone out there that remembers that I have a bunch of opinions on games and gaming and what I think it should and shouldn't be. You're probably wishing that you get get the time reading all that tripe back somehow, but it's gone: I stole precious minutes of your life that you could have spent hugging your children or making love to beautiful women. I'm going to steal more of your life away now. In good conscience, I can only recommend that you don't click any of the links below. In fact, stop reading right now.
Still here? Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Anyone familiar with my views on games will probably have a hunch that the Final Fantasy series is likely to represent everything I think is rotten in the world of gaming. You might suspect that I would having nothing good to say about them. You might think it possible that I may at some point have vomited pure hate-flavoured vitriol at the merest mention of a Final Fantasy game. You'd be right.
It's fair to say that just about the worst thing I could do would be to make a firm commitment to not only play a Final Fantasy game, but to finish one. I'd rather play through a 24 hour
Fork Lift Simulator marathon after suffering a stroke than waste days of my life playing through a game I am practically guaranteed to hate every minute of. A game that robs you of many many hours of your life that could have been better spent winning that Nobel Prize or boning the aforementioned beautiful women.
Obviously, I have made a terrible mistake. A terrible terrible mistake. I have made that commitment to play through a Final Fantasy game. I was even stone cold sober at the time. All things being equal, I start the torment this coming Sunday. I plan to chart my progress with some kind of diary - links to the introductory bits are below. I'm not sure how much I'll write, or how often: it rather depends on how much this damnable thing damages my brain. I may be incapable of speech after the first day. I may be only capable of rage like the infected in 28 Days Later. All I do know is that it's unlikely to be pretty.
Anyway, without further ado, I present
I Fantasise About This Being Over: a story in an indeterminate number of parts. Enjoy. Or don't.
Part One: The ChallengePart Two: Why I Hate ConsolesPart Three: Storytelling In GamesPart Four: I Hate FantasyPart Five: The Horror! The Horror! 25 hours with FFXPart Six: Failure and Resolve