Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Actively Hostile with Legend of Legacy
A little less than a month ago, I was presented with what you might call one of those good problems: Should I jump right in to Atlus' newly-released 3DS RPG Legend of Legacy, or wait it out for a few weeks for the PS4 release of Divinity: Original Sin?
Certainly, things like this aren't prone to keeping people awake at night, nor is the fate of a small nation beholden to a decision of this magnitude. But let's consider the extenuating circumstances of having a baby and raising it (and you know, working, too), and start mapping out the pros and cons. On the one hand, Legend of Legacy is a profoundly dumb name, but a recent demo of the game turned out to be pretty good, and it was on a handheld, which meant that I could level grind while baby is chilling out and the wife is watching TV. On the other was a rerelease of a PC game I've been wanting to play since last year. It looks both pretty and complex --things I tend to like-- but it wasn't set to be released for a few weeks at that point, and if I could wait a year, I can wait a little longer. Legend of Legacy it is.
So why has it taken me so long to say anything about it? Well, because LoL is a game I have to actively talk myself into playing. If this were a formal review, I'd call that a bad start. It's got a lot of things going for it, this inanely-named little game, but it's hard for me to shake off a little bit of buyer's remorse at this point.
Briefly, Legend of Legacy is the latest in a string of PlayStation-era throwback RPGs that the 3DS has slowly become known for like Bravely Default and Crimson Shroud, and that implies both nostalgic heart-tugging and genuine head-scratching. It's a game that was obviously made with love, if not the utmost care, and invokes a time in genre's life where they didn't need to be surefire hits to be a little strange.
But notice that by "strange" I don't necessarily mean "experimental," as the fans that this game will undoubtedly spawn will want you to believe when it finally hits cult status sooner or later. After all, LoL is produced by a studio called FuRyu, which is made of members from the team that brought you the often strange and sometimes maligned SaGa games (other than SaGa mastermind Akitoshi Kawazu, whom still has a prominent place in the higher ranks of Square Enix). The SaGa stuff already did the experimental thing a long time ago, and LoL's many unsaid mechanics crib much of it. If you know what I mean by any of that, you either get the SaGa thing or you don't, and had already made a decision on whether to play Legend of Legacy. The rest of the world, I guess, is just supposed to catch up if they're going to drip any enjoyment out of it at all.
So let me help you with that. Though Legend of Legacy upholds the vague tradition of "many characters/ many stories" that the SaGa games have tried to pull off, it also shares in the reality that plot and characterization are basically meaningless here. But that's ok. The point, really, is to explore the many environments and master a compelling combat system. There's a hub town to shop for items and maps to new locations, and the only real direction that the NPCs give you runs along the lines of "get out there and go see some stuff." For a game that's on a mobile platform like the 3DS, this lack of exposition vomit winds up being pretty handy. If you're commuting to work, or killing your lunch break, or waiting for your baby to fall asleep, the simple premise and excised idiotic story winds up being kind of a strength.
As far as the other two go --the exploring and combat-- your mileage is really going to vary. Since they're the bulk of the game, you're really going to want to pay attention to this, too. LoL is set up as more of a dungeon run; every environment outside of the hub is overrun with enemies, and part of the fun of these environments is map all of them and sell this information to the local shopkeeper. This is actually pretty gratifying when completed, and has a practicality past the money made off of maps because the shop will start to offer better equipment the more maps that you sell them. The real problem is the what you're going to run into while you're doing it.
The combat, to be diplomatic, is a real mess here. Your team is a set of three characters, one main character you choose at the beginning and an interchangeable pair of others. Already, you're hamstrung from total tactical control because you cannot pull whichever main character you began with, but that's small potatoes in the grand scheme of things. Often, you are grossly outnumbered, though --sometimes by as much as seven or eight against three-- and the enemy mobs will always, always have the first strike in encounters. This means that to survive, you pretty much always need a tank character soaking up the damage from the majority of the first round, and the fights tend to only be as challenging as the RNG surrounding said tank's defensive abilities.
Worse, abilities for taking on these guys is randomly awarded by some under-the-hood mechanism. While I can see the fun in unlocking a new and wacky attack, the vast majority of them only target a single foe until a significant chunk of the game is completed. And still, since you're patiently waiting for the AI to finish the beating they're administering, you're often left hoping that your team's attackers aren't dead by the time it's their turn or had been hit with stun or confuse effects. Magic AOE attacks are of equally little use when faced with a street mob of bad guys, too; unless you happen to be in a geographic proximity to an element-friendly environmental hub, you have to waste a character's turn making a "contract" with an element, meaning that even if you had an available super attack to wipe out the opposition, you at least have to suffer through both a round of getting hit, and then another round of it before you can start using it.
Here's salt in the wound: you can run away from almost everything in the game, too, which is kind of nice. But if you do, you're stuck at the beginning of every dungeon. This means that if you've been chugging along through several maps of a dungeon trying to figure out your next move, you might accidentally stumble into a crowd of enemies you can't overcome or a sub boss that you couldn't see around the foliage (which is a little bullshitty). It honestly makes the game feel actively hostile toward the player.
But like I said, there are certainly some things to like about this, though. If you have the time on your hands, and you can steel a few minutes here and there to play it, unlocking the random abilities and attacks is a nice little jolt of satisfaction, which can make some of the grinding (of which tends to be copious) a little easier to bear. The art, too, is in that now-quaint low rent polygon way that latter PSOne-era games tend to look like now, even if the game's performance absolutely chugs when exploring environments. But it's pretty in its way, and the character designs are nice and clean.
The real pull here, though, is if you like RPGs of that age. Not the straightforward, plot-heavy stuff of Final Fantasies VII or IX, though. No, no, no; go play Bravely Default if you want that (seriously, go do that). This is more like, well, SaGa Frontier, or the nuttier stuff that's come along in and around its wake. If an RPG to you is a game to both do battle with and decipher all at once, than this might be for you. The impatient or easily annoyed, though, should have probably waited for Divinity: Original Sin.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Two Things You'll Love (If You Love Things At All)
Yes, discerning blog reader, I yet live. That was a stupid sentence.
Anyway, a few weeks ago --because I'm as timely as I am prolific-- USGamer.net published my retrospective on the localization of Final Fantasy XII. This was a big, big story for me, and tons of fun to compile. You should read it and be as enthused over Sri Lanken accents as I was.
The link that's up there, though, is for an episode of Kat Bailey's Axe of the Blood God, which is the world's best-named podcast for all things RPGs. I happen to be on that episode gushing over all things FF12 (and saying "dude" more than I should). You should listen to that, too, because at the end, like an idiot, I let it slip that I'm writing this ego-massaging book about some of the worst times in my life. I've been getting some Twitter traffic about it, so I guess I gotta finish it, now.
Huh.
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Tuesday, September 29, 2015
The Super Psyched Pants
You know who the worst people to work with happen to be? Doctors. Hands down, doctors are the most demanding people I have ever met. You know who's just underneath them? Actors, man. Actors.
Don't get me wrong, I like doctors and I like actors, but from my experience, if doctors are the most commanding, then actors are the flakiest. Sometimes they show up, most times they just don't reply to your emails.
I guess this is an odd way of building hype for a feature I'm trying to compile for USGamer.net over the next few weeks. I don't want to spoil it right now for the two of you that consistently read this, but it was supposed to be a big article from the perspective of lots and lots of people. Turns out that it's going to be a still-big article from the perspective of three people.
Trust me, though, that these three people are the linchpin of the story anyway, so they're really all I needed, but the original plan was something of a grand mosaic. But actors, I tell you. They're just impossible to get a hold of.
Anyway, keep checking back over the next few weeks to those hepcats at USGamer. It's a website you should read on the reg anyway, but since I'm one of their snazzy freelancer dudes, it just makes them that much cooler. You already knew that. What you didn't know, though, is how absolutely smashing this story is going to be if things go according to plan. Make sure you're wearing your super psyched pants when you read it. Trust me on this.
Don't get me wrong, I like doctors and I like actors, but from my experience, if doctors are the most commanding, then actors are the flakiest. Sometimes they show up, most times they just don't reply to your emails.
I guess this is an odd way of building hype for a feature I'm trying to compile for USGamer.net over the next few weeks. I don't want to spoil it right now for the two of you that consistently read this, but it was supposed to be a big article from the perspective of lots and lots of people. Turns out that it's going to be a still-big article from the perspective of three people.
Trust me, though, that these three people are the linchpin of the story anyway, so they're really all I needed, but the original plan was something of a grand mosaic. But actors, I tell you. They're just impossible to get a hold of.
Anyway, keep checking back over the next few weeks to those hepcats at USGamer. It's a website you should read on the reg anyway, but since I'm one of their snazzy freelancer dudes, it just makes them that much cooler. You already knew that. What you didn't know, though, is how absolutely smashing this story is going to be if things go according to plan. Make sure you're wearing your super psyched pants when you read it. Trust me on this.
Monday, September 28, 2015
1989 Is Hell
Now that I'm just about a month through Metal Gear Solid V: The Stupid Name After the Colon, I have found that it is both total genius and absolute bullshit on equally profound levels. But we'll get to that some other time. I mostly play it in an early morning somnambulist haze, and I just don't want to talk about it right now.
I spent the weekend internalizing Ryan Adams' wholesale cover of Taylor Swift's 1989 record. It took a treadmill, a few trips to the store, and a walk around the block to really let it seep into my auditory pores. That's probably three solid front-to-back listens, and then a few searched-for songs while sitting on the front porch with a cocktail, because those particular songs stood out above the rest. That's generally bare minimum for me to make a real judgment call on an album, but since most records are short in comparison to other populist media like film or games, this many listens is about what I would put into a movie or short game. It's easy to gloss over some of the deeper layers, even if you're listening intently while purposely cordoning yourself from the rest of the thinking world to run in place for a number of miles that only matter to you and the accountants at your gym. You really got to get in there, people.
I guess since I said that I "bare minimum-ed" it means that it's kind of bad. It isn't. I guess that last sentence is meant to imply that it's kind of good. Well, it isn't either. It's definitely more of one than the other, though, and that depends on if you are goodly enough to agree with the following statement: Ryan Adams' best album by a country mile was Love is Hell. It was his magnum opus, even though he has before and since written several other albums that he himself will consider as such. 1989 is a sequel to the Love is Hell period in just about every way save for who actually wrote the lyrics to the songs. That reads a little weird, but stick with me because like all sequels, it both galvanizes what made the original beautiful and holy and rehashes shit that should have been left well enough alone.
Let's take a quick second to explain Love is Hell, Adams' would-be follow up to his breakout album, Gold. See, Gold was a creative and commercial success at a time where the accursedly-named "alt.country" genre was in something of a stride. Wilco was selling lots of records, and I think people were just good and sick of Dave Matthews once they finally graduated from college, so while Son Volt fans were still wondering when they'd get their time in the, erm, sun, a scrappy egotist that had recently left the band Whiskeytown decided to break out on his own following the strong reviews and mediocre sales of his original album, Heartbreaker (a record that spawned "Come Pick Me Up," a single that pervaded just about every romantic comedy on the planet for a year). This was Adams, of course, and the whole world basically shit themselves over how good Gold was, including and especially one Sir Elton John whom once referred to Adams as" great one;" something fans love to recount when you tell them that much of Adams' output has been found to be overrated.
Anyway, so after Gold hit kind of big, his label, Lost Highway, was all like, hey man, make us another sweet jam like that. He was like, no, baby, I just recorded an album of mope rock songs because that's been my head space for a minute. They came back with more of a nonononononono. So, depending on which myth you believe, over the next month, or the next weekend, or while he waited for a burger to finish grilling, Adams recorded the majority of Rock N Roll, a sort of sweet ode to the music that he evidently likes, because it's chock full of callbacks and shout outs to the Strokes, Pink Floyd, U2 and a bunch of other stuff. Yet, there was overlap on this record with what he had already completed for this now-scrapped mope rock album, which was reevaluated and released in two halves (and eventually, its own standalone album with expanded songs) called, you guessed it, Love is Hell. Adams, then, recorded errant songs when pressed to compile a pretty good album in the form of Rock N Roll while still getting to release a very, very good record in Love is Hell. That's kind of the way he rolls, though. He's a pretty prolific guy.
Another thing about Adams is that he's definitely a cover song guy, too, which leads us back to the present. His superlative retooling of Oasis' "Wonderwall" was the catalyst for all of this (which, yes, was on both Rock N Roll and Love is Hell), and the guy hasn't looked back, dropping stuff like Alice In Chains songs on EPs and deep Grateful Dead tracks at live shows. Having been clear to the listening world that he wanted to do a Smiths-like re-recording of all of those Taylor Swift songs marries both what he did with Rock N Roll and Love is Hell into a goofy, if fascinating cohesion: A mope rock album that pays tribute to stuff he evidently likes.
1989, when stripped of the novelty of being covers of pop songs, sounds every bit like Love is Hell to a fault. Whole guitar parts on latter tracks like "Wildest Dreams" and "This is Love" seem like they were cut and pasted from the earlier album, which is probably the primary culprit for the back end of the record sounding way too same-y than it should have been based on the source material. The album's first three tracks present a great tonal jump from mopey to funk-furious by the time that "Style" shows up, which is maybe one of the better single picks from the whole affair, but the rest of the album never catches up with it, and it settles into being too down-tempo by the middle to the point of being boring by the end.
When taken as individual tracks, though, Adams does some cool rejiggering with these very dreamy pop numbers, even if they wind up sounding like stuff he's put to tape a dozen times over at this point. "Out of the Woods" is sappy, but ends with a nice, long fadeout that added some texture to the song. Same with "Bad Blood," probably Swift's most idiotic single, when he ripped away its overproduced faux-hip hop sound. Yes, Adams' song wound up sounding like adult contemporary dad rock, but this was probably the only thing from this whole experiment that fixed a problem that didn't really exist; something covers albums always try to do. There's really nothing edgy or dangerous about any of these songs --not that there needed to be-- in Adams' hands, but since they're coming from the prevailing pop princess of the moment, they actually kind of are for her, which is a little weird. Still, a lot of what you'll hear on this album will probably wind up in that many more romantic comedies, I suppose, because their middle-range tempo and calm, syrupy demeanor are custom made for montages that involve rain and the people that silently stare at it.
What we have, then, is a boring album of mostly good covers which sound nothing like Smiths songs if you've ever listened to a Smiths album. But they sound like Ryan Adams songs of a certain vintage. If that kind of thing flips your lid, then you'll find something to love about 1989, more than just what it might represent. The rest of the world, though, can just listen to the original album and be equally satisfied.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
See You in the Morning
Between the hours of 4:30 and 8:30am, when the sun is still just remembering that it can peak its fiery head above the small growth of trees in my tiny, overpopulated suburb, there is a man screaming at me. Short bursts come out of the crackled audio of a two-way radio, getting more intense as he realize that I don't respond. Always it is intense, this other man's screaming, though I try to avoid it as best I can. But being the meticulous guy that I am, sometimes the constant chorus of "Snake? SNAKE? SNAAAAKE?!" just cannot be avoided. Like everything, I suppose, you even get to like it.
Let me briefly point out that I'm not being screamed at in this manner --which we can heretofore refer to as "playing Metal Gear Solid V"-- for the four solid hours that I've listed above. Rather, let's call that a very generous range. As the proud-yet-confused father of a 3 week-old baby, I take these fleeting moments of tactical espionage action when I can, and I'm certainly grateful for them. In all seriousness, I didn't expect to have any time playing video games at all for these first few weeks or so as life goes through the typhoon of finding the best way to rear a child while also letting the people that birthed it retain some sanity. Every parent will tell you the same. On the other hand, I've always been an early riser, so the schedule of me putting her down at midnight, my wife feeding her between 2:30 and 3:00, and then me feed her again early in the morning has been found to be most agreeable to both our sleeping schedules, and also my appetite for sneaking up on an unsuspecting military goon and choking the hell out of him. Wouldn't you know it, when she's off her sleeping schedule, that's gratifying for a different reason, too. Metal Gear, man.
It's hard, this whole parenthood thing, but so is Metal Gear Solid V. At least, it is the way I've been playing it. Though I typically go through most video games in as bloodthirsty a manner as possible, and past Metal Gear Solid games have certainly been no exception, I'm doing my best to be as holy and true a pacifist as my tranq gun will let me through the whole ordeal so far. You can perhaps imagine my frustration, then, when I get through 45 minutes of silence --almost surgical in precision from one interrogated mook to the next-- before getting caught by some idiot that catches me in the act of doing good soldier-y spy stuff and blows my cover. Pause. Restart. Contain my screams. Plenty of right-thinking people have written reviews and articles these last few weeks about just saying "well, fuck it" and going pro-lethal, but this has become a hurdle that I simply cannot overcome. Call it pigheadedness, I suppose, but when I finish that mission, when I get that child soldier on the chopper, when I extract the opposing faction's commander, when I swipe all of the fuel that I need and nobody sees me doing any of that stuff? Elation, I tell you. There's a tickle in my chest that, well, I also get when my kid is awake and has just cracked a smile, however briefly.
The first week of fatherhood, honestly, sucks. Not this is bullshit -sucks, but more like Jesus, when is this going to get better -sucks. It is action packed in all of the ways you wish it weren't; the baby is crying, you're trying to figure out why, and sometimes feeding it and changing its diaper actually won't get your baby to stop crying. Figuring all of that out is rough going, man, no matter how much help you might be getting from the kind folks at the hospital. The last two weeks, though, have been better. You're surprised how quickly life finds its own small routines (in between the sleep when you can get it and the shrieks of a 7 pound human you love uncontrollably). Still, everything is challenge. You begin planning your day in 3 hour increments. Often, you get a half a bag of chips and call it dinner because cooking is a luxury of time you don't have. Taking care of yourself and your home must be meticulously timed, and abandoned immediately if necessary. Everything takes planning and a little bit of forethought to be executed with maximum efficiency. That is, until something out of the norm happens (like a short growth spurt that makes a baby scream and eat --somehow at the same time-- for days on end) and you have to adjust on the fly. You know, like Metal Gear.
I feel it burning in there, this new and perhaps final Metal Gear game. It is searing itself into my memories already, and finding a suitable mnemonic host in the first month of my first baby's life. Ever will the two be linked together, as other games in life-altering moments have been. Metal Gear Solid V, and all of its confounded screaming, will remind me when I took her home, fed her, swaddled her, and tried as hard as I could to get her back to sleep at 6:45 when a pivotal cut scene begins. When I look at pictures of her sleeping in mommy's arms, freaking out over the bottle we've just fed her, and wearing her first "future Batgirl" onesie, I will remember when I attached a balloon to a tank and sent it off into the clouds. Somehow, it all makes perfect sense.
At least, that's how I felt at 5:35 this morning.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Updates From Yesterday
We'll do this in bullet form:
- I still have a baby. She's very cute, if loud at times I wish she wouldn't be
- I still haven't jumped into Metal Gear Solid V yet, but that's not for a lack of wanting. The cool thing about having a baby is that everybody and their brother wants to come over to see her, and they often bring food with them. Sure, that can get kind of old, but since it's mostly in the evenings when less stuff is going on, I'm still fine with it. Currently, though, the TV that is attached to the PlayStation 4 is having a semi-family viewing of Beetlejuice. I don't have it in my heart to stop it.
- On that note, for only being less than a week old at the time, my newborn baby girl has seen a fair amount of the cannon of Movies All Humans Should Watch, and mostly by dumb ass luck since they were on television at one time or another since we got home on Friday. These include: The Dark Knight, ET, Back to the Future, and to a lesser extent, Whiplash (which was good, but a little too new for such a prestigious list). I'm hoping that the teachings of cinematic prophets Spielberg, Zemeckis, and Nolan will somehow seep into her, even if their current track records are a little on the spotty side.
- Google has a new logo. They didn't need it.
- I am slowly chipping away at compiling interviews for a huge story I'm writing for USGamer next month. Not a whole lot of responses yet, but the key people are already on board, and that's what counts. I don't want to spoil what I'm doing yet, but it's a pretty cool project that I'm super excited to work on. If the stars would have aligned and I would have scored an interview from a specific person, it would have cracked the whole thing open and made this piece my Sistine Chapel, but alas, the world isn't full of people that want to talk about their past work, if you can believe it.
- Still about half way through the first edit of the book (remember that?), but I'm hoping to get an edit done in the next few weeks and sent out to a few very hip cats and kittens that agreed to proof it. This is a total bullshit vanity project for me, but I still need to constructive criticism, so let's see how that goes. I'm definitely up early enough, now that I think about it, so I should probably start taking advantage of the golden hour to get this mopped up. We'll see, I s'pose.
- Beyond reasoning, my wife has forced me to go to the gym the last few days, and has reasoned enough that I'll be spending an hour or so outside of the house every day for this purpose. I was comfortable with skipping for another week, but sainted woman that she is, she knew that if I didn't stick to some sort of routine in my life I would be kind of a house-dwelling ogre. Nobody needs that. Tomorrow: chest, legs, and vomit.
- Holy shit, Jamestown+ is a smashing video game. I can't even count how long it's been since I've really sat down with a bullet hell shooter, and this really hit the spot for a two hour binge the other night when I was totally wired and couldn't get any sleep. I know that I have a giant funky chunk of open world stealth-ery waiting for me, but goddammit, I want to go back to Jamestown+ right effing now.
- Contrary to that, Lara Croft and the Temple of Osiris is...good...I guess. No, it actually is pretty decent. A little more on the shoot-y side compared to it's isometric, more puzzle heavy progenitor Lara Croft and the Mysterious something something I'm too lazy to look up the name. I actually really liked that first game, and I was pretty happy to get this new one as a PS+ download last month. So far, it seems to be a bit more of an overhead metroidvania, but I really only got about an hour or so into it, so I can't tell you for sure. Man, I love unlocking upgrades and digging through environments for secrets and stuff, though, and it kind of felt like this had that kind of thing going on. Compared to Jamestown+ (you know, that game you're downloading right now, right?), I don't want to run right back over to my PS4 to play it, but I can see myself going back to it, post MGSV.
- Yeah right.
- I'm about 60% of the way through a download of Guild Wars 2, a game I have no business getting into at the moment. It probably won't work on this low-rent laptop anyway, but, well...
Huh. A lot happened, didn't it?
Monday, August 31, 2015
This Is Good, Isn't It?
Earlier today, I posted a comment on USGamer.net --a very cool website that's been publishing a lot of my work over the last few months (all of which will renew your faith in whatever you lost faith in)-- that ran along the lines of what you're about to read. After a little more thought, though, I've decided to expand on that because of how important this particular moment in history really is for me. I guess we can couple this with that monstrous write up on Final Fantasy X I did a little while back as another nerd compass-altering moment in my life. Anyway...
In about four hours, which would be midnight Eastern time, Metal Gear Solid V will have completed downloading and will be unlocked for my verbose cut scene-watching pleasure (as if I could stay awake for any of them at that point). As the media has been reporting close to nonstop for months now, this will absolutely be series director Hideo Kojima's final game in a franchise he's shepherded for 25ish years now, and will (maybe) bring the nutty sci-fi saga of a group of cloned soldiers and their genetic "father" to a close.
Equally nutty is how buying this game for me was far from a no-brainer with what I'm about to tell you. I soured on the series a bit over time, and Kojima's quirks and odd personal obsessions have gone from charming, if a little obtuse over the years to grating and often childish. I agree that he's a very intelligent guy that's done some really great things, but having nearly absolute control over that which he had made was slowly turning Metal Gear into a shell of itself. But that's an argument for another time.
What's important is this:
Without Metal Gear Solid, video games would no longer exist to me.
Hyperbolic, sure, but from where I'm sitting --especially this far after the fact-- it's no less true. I have a friend that likes to tell me that he simply gave up on playing video games after he played Super Mario Bros. 3 as a little kid. In his mind, nothing would be as great ever again, so there was no point in continuing on. Yes, I certainly find this to be defeatist reasoning, but I can't really call him out on his choice; Mario 3 is pretty much a masterpiece by all accounts, and if you're going to hang it up somewhere, that's as good a place as any.
After many, many mowed lawns and shoveled snow, I had owned a PlayStation since its launch. The first year or so was kind of rough, really. Only the first Wipeout was a standout game to me (and I'm not into racing games), while Toshinden and Jumping Flash, however swell they may have looked, just weren't really good games. After the languish of the launch window had ended, though, legitimate, great games were starting to trickle out before the deluge of spectacular software arrived that the PSOne is now known for. Resident Evil. Tekken 2. Final Fantasy VII. All good, and even one or two deservedly revered games (though I've warmed to FF7 over the years). This was a pretty exciting time, really. Studios and publishers could still make high quality games relatively cheaply, and the advent of accessible 3D technology for consumers meant that it was the dawn of the gaming medium's angsty adolescence --one we're just on the verge of moving past now, sort of. By the end of '97, though, none of that heady shit mattered.
Castlevania Symphony of the Night, set up next to its contemporaries, looked old as frozen dog turds thawed from a late spring. It had the nerve to a pixel sprite game in an age where it had no business sitting on the same shelves as most other releases during such a monumental year. But that's just what the publishers and certain corners of the gaming press wanted you to believe at the time. History has proven my, and I suppose the entire world's opinion valid in saying that it is a strikingly beautiful game, then and now, with a soundtrack that just about any video game since Spacewar! would kill their mothers to have. I don't need to get into what makes SotN such a transcendent masterwork (though I probably have before) since it's been universally praised these last 18 or so years. But it's not a joke when I say that if a gun was held to my head, Symphony of the Night is probably my favorite video game of all time. Full stop.
It was also a game that was released during the middle of my final year of high school, though. So, for as optimistic as I was for the future of gaming at a time when astounding evolution was happening at such a rapid pace, life for me was changing right along with it, just in its own, almost mundane way. I played through it at least five times before my prom, and once or twice more over that terrifying limbo summer leading up to moving into a dorm, so I was firmly entrenched in SotN and made no bones about telling whomever that would listen how much of a goddamn buffoon they were for not playing this game. But, you know, life isn't all about that when your comfort level is blown all to hell during your first few months of college.
Honestly, games were starting to kind of leave me cold when I was a confused college freshmen in 1998. I had plenty of other things to deal with, like school work, meeting new people, trying to meet girls, hoping I didn't gain the Freshmen 15, freaking out that I didn't belong where I was, and wishing that life was back to the way it had been 12 months earlier. I had brought my PSOne and my Genesis with me to school and still lived on a steady diet of Tekken 3 with the poor saps on my floor that dared throw down with me, but new games weren't that exciting anymore. I had given up reading magazines, and only checked the Imagine Games Network site once in a while when I was bored. By then, I was getting comfortable with the idea of letting go, and finding other hobbies to fill my time, like, you know, college.
My roommate, though, contended with his own home sickness in the polar opposite way. A nice guy, and not a really hardcore gamer, he came from a somewhat affluent background that meant that if he needed or wanted something, it was only a phone call and a UPS box away. This included games. Normally, I wasn't interested; they were mostly N64 games that nobody gave two shits about (ok, until Mario Party came out and the entire end of our campus flooded into our room for nightly screaming matches that, to this day, makes a vein pop from my forehead. I hate Mario Party). But when Metal Gear Solid found its way to our disproportionately small PO box that October, our poor post-high school brains were blown all over the dorm room walls. Nobody had seen a game like this before, with its cinematic production value and sweeping, well-voice narrative. Word got out around the rest of the floor, and long, nightly parties playing MGS began in earnest; jumping from room to room, an ever growing crowd of guys following a couple of CDs and a memory card from one PlayStation to the next. It was all anyone wanted to talk about. But not for me.
No, for me, Metal Gear Solid was downright seismic. I resigned to play the game on my own, with nobody else present, and between the larger sessions that were happening all around me. I was so entranced with the game and transfixed with playing it on my own terms that I would avoid conversations about it, and even proto-internet spoilers that happened in the campus rec center or in the cafeterias were met with loud grunts of displeasure and looks of savage disgust. MGS was something that we could talk about, but we will talk about it after I finished it on my terms, and in my own way. This made me something of the dorm floor asshole for a minute, but the fury of mostly drunk 18 year-olds was a repute I was willing to accept. Metal Gear was changing me. It made video games mine again.
I don't often think about this, actually, which is really sort of strange for how important it turned out to become in the long term. I mean, college has plenty of pivitol memories attached to it no matter who you are, so when I think about that 4ish year stretch of my life, for whatever reason, MGS gets a little lost in the shuffle. Whenever I read a retrospective, though, my heart flutters a little bit, and I drift back to punching Liquid in the mouth and going toe to toe with Ocelot. Getting the unlimited ammo bandanna for my next playthrough where I would intentionally save Otacon instead of Meryl. Killing Raven with claymore mines and not conventional weapons around the corner. I don't really love military-based games, and again, haven't been too psyched about the rest of the series for a long, long time, but Metal Gear Solid spoke to me in a way that was profound enough to drag me back into video games by the scruff of my neck.
Last week, my wife and I had our first baby. During the five days we spent in the hospital, I finally got a chance to steal about an hour or so of silence (at roughly 4:00am on Thursday) to listen to my early backer episode of this week's Retronauts retrospective on the series leading up to tonight's release of Phantom Pain. And I sat there, stupid grin from ear to ear, taking stock of not only the moment in time I found myself in, but how far I had come since 1998. It wasn't nostalgia, it was legitimate, bittersweet growth. All in the span of a podcast. It's been a long, strange, sometimes brutal and absolutely irreplaceable 17 years.
I have a different problem now compared to then, I suppose. Where I was getting to the point that I was fine with giving up on playing video games altogether --Symphony of the Night winding up being my Super Mario Bros. 3-- I'm in a place now that I want to play games more than ever, and one of them in particular. But who knows if I can anymore? I'm guessing probably a lot less, but I suppose you never can tell. I have something else going on for the next 17 years.
I'll let you know what happens.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Memorable Quotes From E3 That Nobody Said
Hi!
I'm not at E3, but I play one on my PlayStation. That's the same thing, right?
So anyway, I have a pile of things to say about the things that I'm virtually seeing (THROUGH SCIENCE), but I don't have that kind of time today. Instead, let's make up a bunch of quotes from press and devs alike that don't actually exist. That'll be more fun. You may want to watch some press conferences before reading these, but whatever.
-A vegan, a Crossfit-ter, and a Dark Souls player walk into a bar. I know because they won't shut up about it.
-Developers went from jerking people around to jerking people off. Thanks for the Final Fantasy remake!
-Microsoft has turned into Sony turned into Microsoft. "Backward compatibility" is now platform holder parlance to "sit and spin, dipshits."
-Wait, you all saw that there's going to be a Nier sequel, too? So, I didn't do a boatload of peyote early this morning? Weird.
-Amiibo: brought to you in partnership with Platinum Games
I'm not at E3, but I play one on my PlayStation. That's the same thing, right?
So anyway, I have a pile of things to say about the things that I'm virtually seeing (THROUGH SCIENCE), but I don't have that kind of time today. Instead, let's make up a bunch of quotes from press and devs alike that don't actually exist. That'll be more fun. You may want to watch some press conferences before reading these, but whatever.
-A vegan, a Crossfit-ter, and a Dark Souls player walk into a bar. I know because they won't shut up about it.
-Developers went from jerking people around to jerking people off. Thanks for the Final Fantasy remake!
-Microsoft has turned into Sony turned into Microsoft. "Backward compatibility" is now platform holder parlance to "sit and spin, dipshits."
-Wait, you all saw that there's going to be a Nier sequel, too? So, I didn't do a boatload of peyote early this morning? Weird.
-Amiibo: brought to you in partnership with Platinum Games
Thursday, May 21, 2015
He's Already Gone, Chief
It's time we talked about David Letterman.
On my various feeds over the last few days, half of the internet has written heartfelt (and almost heartbreaking) recollections of the talk show host and what he's meant to their lives. The other half of the internet didn't find time for that --as the internet does-- and simply noted on Facebook and Twitter that between the ages of 12-19, David Letterman was there for them.
I want to dissect that latter sentiment for a second, because it was far and away the only thing I think the internet, and maybe culture as a whole, has pretty much agreed on. By that, I mean, like, ever; as in the history of the planet (if that history has existed for the 33 years that Dave was on TV). From your physically awkward and emotionally angsty fart joke years to your entitled and terrifying post high school well-shit-what-do-I-do-now limbo, David Letterman was there for you. He was there for me. And, like most of us lapsed-Letterman true believers, I had ceased watching his show and basically all of late night comedy for years since then. But these last two weeks have done more than stir my nostalgia with the affixed rose-tinted glasses, it finally gave me a chance that only an adult can have upon reflecting on those formative television years to understand. See, I finally figured it out, this thing that is David Letterman. Let's share that together.
Dave, really, was teaching a master class insecurity, disdain, and cynicism almost every night of his show. I know how that sounds, and I can imagine how it reads, but hear me out. Upon his leaving of NBC in the early 90s, the decision to replace Tonight Show host Johnny Carson with Jay Leno would always follow Dave and even dog him no matter what network he found himself on and what show he decided to do following Late Night. Dave is a smart guy, though. Affable, maybe, but still bruised by the wound of being passed for promotion, he turned the insult into armor, and it galvanized his comedy with it for the next two decades. Remember all of those people that said that the years of 12-19 belonged to Dave? That's because they might speak English, but they understand insecurity, disdain, and cynicism better than anyone. Dave, in his way, was teaching them to laugh at the laughter; to poke holes at the bullshit. Dave left NBC for CBS and took his show with him, but you couldn't really say it was a metaphor for going your own way because he took what worked and ditched what didn't from the old show. But the wounds actually left scars, and he would occasionally show them to the world and then make fun of them. Then he would make fun of where they came from. A 14 year-old up a little too late to maybe catch the musical guest would see that and be enlightened. He was our high priest.
As a kid, I watched more TV than I probably should, and my brothers and I could collectively recall whole seasons of reran shows line for line. It was at this moment in my life that I discovered Letterman, and made a point check in with him every night of the week, saddened as no teen should be at yet another Dave-free Saturday at midnight (high school was weird). When I got to college, some strange switch flipped inside me and I ceased watching television completely. For years, all of that burned-in knowledge of the Simpsons, Seinfeld, GI Joe, and whatever else slowly slipped away from me, drifting out of my memories like evaporating rain. These past two weeks of re-acquainting myself with Dave has filled a hole in my chest that I had simply covered up long ago with other things. I'm fine only remembering "Homer at Bat" and "The Marine Biologist" as my favorite episodes of those specific series and letting everything else slip away. With Dave and the Late Show, though, it's harder to reconcile those memories and favorite moments. There would be no syndicated reruns of all 33 years to remind you of the good times and bad, just a few "greatest hits" moments you can probably find on the internet for the highlights.
That's not what life is, just those highlights. For David Letterman to let the Foo Fighters play Everlong last night and take a final kiss goodbye, he was taking what was years of his life and the entirety of mine thus far for a ride into the sunset. He taught me how grow up all those years ago. Now, with the Late Show's passing, he's finally teaching me how to be an adult. He's teaching me to move on.
I could tell you how much his humor in entrenched in me. I could tell you about the low times in my adolescents where he was the just the right kind of stable security every night at 11:30. I could probably tell you, too, how his influence, strangely, directly led to my parents buying me a double-breasted suit for Christmas (that I loved more than a 15 year-old probably should). But I needed to tell you that I get it, Dave.
And thanks for the lesson.
On my various feeds over the last few days, half of the internet has written heartfelt (and almost heartbreaking) recollections of the talk show host and what he's meant to their lives. The other half of the internet didn't find time for that --as the internet does-- and simply noted on Facebook and Twitter that between the ages of 12-19, David Letterman was there for them.
I want to dissect that latter sentiment for a second, because it was far and away the only thing I think the internet, and maybe culture as a whole, has pretty much agreed on. By that, I mean, like, ever; as in the history of the planet (if that history has existed for the 33 years that Dave was on TV). From your physically awkward and emotionally angsty fart joke years to your entitled and terrifying post high school well-shit-what-do-I-do-now limbo, David Letterman was there for you. He was there for me. And, like most of us lapsed-Letterman true believers, I had ceased watching his show and basically all of late night comedy for years since then. But these last two weeks have done more than stir my nostalgia with the affixed rose-tinted glasses, it finally gave me a chance that only an adult can have upon reflecting on those formative television years to understand. See, I finally figured it out, this thing that is David Letterman. Let's share that together.
Dave, really, was teaching a master class insecurity, disdain, and cynicism almost every night of his show. I know how that sounds, and I can imagine how it reads, but hear me out. Upon his leaving of NBC in the early 90s, the decision to replace Tonight Show host Johnny Carson with Jay Leno would always follow Dave and even dog him no matter what network he found himself on and what show he decided to do following Late Night. Dave is a smart guy, though. Affable, maybe, but still bruised by the wound of being passed for promotion, he turned the insult into armor, and it galvanized his comedy with it for the next two decades. Remember all of those people that said that the years of 12-19 belonged to Dave? That's because they might speak English, but they understand insecurity, disdain, and cynicism better than anyone. Dave, in his way, was teaching them to laugh at the laughter; to poke holes at the bullshit. Dave left NBC for CBS and took his show with him, but you couldn't really say it was a metaphor for going your own way because he took what worked and ditched what didn't from the old show. But the wounds actually left scars, and he would occasionally show them to the world and then make fun of them. Then he would make fun of where they came from. A 14 year-old up a little too late to maybe catch the musical guest would see that and be enlightened. He was our high priest.
As a kid, I watched more TV than I probably should, and my brothers and I could collectively recall whole seasons of reran shows line for line. It was at this moment in my life that I discovered Letterman, and made a point check in with him every night of the week, saddened as no teen should be at yet another Dave-free Saturday at midnight (high school was weird). When I got to college, some strange switch flipped inside me and I ceased watching television completely. For years, all of that burned-in knowledge of the Simpsons, Seinfeld, GI Joe, and whatever else slowly slipped away from me, drifting out of my memories like evaporating rain. These past two weeks of re-acquainting myself with Dave has filled a hole in my chest that I had simply covered up long ago with other things. I'm fine only remembering "Homer at Bat" and "The Marine Biologist" as my favorite episodes of those specific series and letting everything else slip away. With Dave and the Late Show, though, it's harder to reconcile those memories and favorite moments. There would be no syndicated reruns of all 33 years to remind you of the good times and bad, just a few "greatest hits" moments you can probably find on the internet for the highlights.
That's not what life is, just those highlights. For David Letterman to let the Foo Fighters play Everlong last night and take a final kiss goodbye, he was taking what was years of his life and the entirety of mine thus far for a ride into the sunset. He taught me how grow up all those years ago. Now, with the Late Show's passing, he's finally teaching me how to be an adult. He's teaching me to move on.
I could tell you how much his humor in entrenched in me. I could tell you about the low times in my adolescents where he was the just the right kind of stable security every night at 11:30. I could probably tell you, too, how his influence, strangely, directly led to my parents buying me a double-breasted suit for Christmas (that I loved more than a 15 year-old probably should). But I needed to tell you that I get it, Dave.
And thanks for the lesson.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
The Destiny Gestation Period
Let's quickly list off some things that really don't matter that much:
-It's Sunday
-It's comfortably temperate in the Midwest
-I'm in a coffee shop and forgot my headphones
-The music in here is ok, actually.
So, bearing all of that in mind, let's talk about Destiny. Mostly because I've been between games since my second run of Bloodborne (I'm saving myself for a third and that ephemeral, worthless platinum trophy) and this Tuesday's release of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. We're closing in on a three week gap between the them, and since Destiny has been resting unplayed on my hard drive for a spell, it seemed like as good idea as any to take another look at the game, now a little more than half a year since it's much ballyhooed release in September.
Destiny is a game you probably heard about: it's the one where you're a guy in space fighting against a random number generator, because there wasn't that much to do outside of running around and repeating mission after mission hoping for newer and better gear so you could redo those missions again in harder modes, if only a bit easier. For a little while, Destiny wasn't so far removed from the pre-World of Warcraft spectrum of MMORPG: you had a fair amount of space and plenty of stuff to kill, but after you hit the ignition there really wasn't that much to do except for grind, grind, grind. Most people, you may be surprised to learn, found this to be a bit of a letdown. Then, behold! A raid! A six-man mission featuring complex puzzles to flex your mental muscle as well as challenging combat to put that finger dexterity you've been building to use. The raid changed the game, as well as some smart, if late, tweaks to the main game's giving of gear and materials to reward players for ultimately doing nothing over and over again.
A few caveats...
I have never played the first raid, the Vault of Glass. I dipped out of Destiny not long after it was released a few months ago for a few reasons, but mostly because I was rapidly losing interest in running the same four or five strike missions every night with the three different character classes, and while I had met plenty of other Destiny players within those first few months of the game (as I played off and on until roughly Christmas), I never wanted to beg five of them to be my momentary BFF for a Vault of Glass run. Destinly, you're a fine-looking woman, but you're about as shallow as it comes.
Neither, too, did I drop the $20 into the game's first expansion, Crota's End. I don't really put too much stock into reviews for DLC, but Destiny was a game released with just too little actual meat on it's bones, so I studied the release window of Crota's End with an academic interest. It turns out that there certainly was a consensus, but not in the game's favor. While the new raid gave it some spice, it seemed, it wasn't as rich of an experience as the Vault of Glass, and the new story missions and strike combined were not enough for most, and definitely wouldn't have been justifiable for that kind of cash.
So here we are again; three weeks totally engrossed into Destiny on the eve of its second expansion, The House of Wolves, also being released on Tuesday, and also for a cool twenty clams. Here's what I found:
First, and most importantly, is that Destiny is, erm, destined to become a free-to-play game. This much was obvious to me after I dim-wittedly spent $60 on a new copy, but as more and more expansions are released, it's about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face. There are two major forms of FTP games, those with "energy" components that only let you partake in a certain amount of the game at any given time (like Candy Crush, Final Fantasy Record Keeper, or Terra Battle...which may be the only one to do it right), and those that let you play as much as you want so long as you know that you will be grinding constantly for materials and upgrades to take on the higher-level challenges (like Warframe or AirMech Arena). By design, Destiny already falls into the latter category with it's loot and material-heavy game grind when a character hits the maximum experience level (something an able player can hit in a day or so, with a good foot under them). As the only to play the raids --which stand as endgame content for the moment-- is to level up armor to push the level limits, Destiny forces players to partake in a set routine of activities (which we're going to come back to in a second) to farm for one of three upgrade materials to level that gear, and these three materials are randomized upon collection, forcing players to either continue to another point of item-farming/hoping, or log back in with another character class that hasn't farmed those materials for that day.
That last part is important. FTP games make their money in taking part in what we'll call calculated limitation, or CL. In the fenced in housing development of CL, players cannot, say, play the game as much as they want (like the "energy" requirement), forge new weapons or armor, carry as much in their inventory, or take part in certain tasks more than once until a set time limit has passed. These things, again, already take place in Destiny. Once per day, a player can take part in a public event and be awarded high-level crafting materials. They can also enter a high-level story mission for these same materials. But that's it. While this isn't too egregious, the weekly CL is much heavier. From Tuesday to Tuesday, a Guardian in Destiny can only do the following:
-Take part in a weekly "Nightfall" Strike mission for special item currency (what we're considering upper-level crafting materials)
-Take part in a "Heroic" (hard mode) strike mission mission for upper-level crafting materials
-Amass 100 "Vanguard" currency for high level gear
-Amass 100 player vs. player "Crucible" currency, also for high level gear
There are a few things to note about that list: First, a player can grind as much as they want in missions for the Vanguard and Crucible currency, but it caps at a certain amount from week to week. With a well-equipped avatar, this currency can be plateaued in a night or two of playing. The problem here is that if a player is completely dry of this currency, they can only, perhaps, buy one piece of gear per week, depending on wants and needs. The Vanguard characters that sell this stuff prices armor at around 75 credits or more per item, and firearms will run you the low, low cost of roughly 150, which you cannot obtain in a week's time from starting at zero. There's another twist, though; the Vanguard and Crucible currency has a hard cap in your inventory of 200. This means that if you're down to stockpile weapons and armor currency until you spot whole sets of stuff that you want, think again. But while you can cap out at 200 and get two pieces of armor (which you will probably just break down to hope for, you guessed it, upper-level crafting materials), the simple math equates into really only some armor or one weapon after two weeks of work.
This is textbook CL. It stops you from doing exactly what you want when you want so you can look forward to playing again, keeping the carrot dangling in front of you for an amount of time that you (may or may not, I suppose) find reasonable. The alternative to this is to basically roll the dice with missions. As each strike mission grant a random chance for gear rewards, there's always a low chance of coming up with either a super rare piece of gear or upgrade materials, but there's also a chance that this good fortune can be marred by it being gear for a character you're probably not using or not leveled up enough to take advantage of it. In that case, you better keep playing so that you might.
The second thing that's important to note about Destiny's CL methods is a problem that's about to exacerbate on Tuesday: the haves vs. the have-nots. During the routine of Heroic and Nightfall strikes and story activities, the game randomly chooses which missions to use to give you the rewards. This includes missions from the first DLC pack, The Dark Below. Not buying The Dark Below blocks you from the daily story mission or worse, weekly strikes, which means it also slows your character's growth as you can't use the two strikes which are some of the more reliable methods for obtaining upgrade materials and currency. Destiny does not seem to be on a rotation for which of these missions will be one of the weeklies; it hasn't been impossible for The Dark Below stuff to show up more often than not, which is conspicuous. When House of Wolves is released on Tuesday, this problem will not only persist, but grow. This doesn't seem like too much of a crisis from the outside looking in, but a week is a long time, even by CL standards. Not being able to participate in your own growth, and possibly (probably) keeping you away from friends that are already playing these missions is yet another method of preying on your interest to spend the money.That's the way FTP games work.
Having said all of this, then, let's briefly and cynically list how Destiny will crack open its FTP structure once Activision eventually finds that people are no longer spending $60 on a copy of the game. You will:
Pay for a larger Vanguard "purse"
Pay for a larger Crucible "purse"
Pay for larger vault inventory space
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for weekly Nightfall strikes
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for weekly Heroic strikes
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for daily Heroic story missions
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for weekly raids (as rewards for completed raids can only be obtained once per week)
More, and repeatable daily bounty missions
Strange Coins the randomized high-level currency, will be bought with real world cash, meaning:
Strange Coin shops will be available at all times in social hubs (no more waiting once a week for Xur)
Strange Coins will buy you weapons and armor when you want it, no grinding necessary
Players will can purchase more Exotic Gear "slots" (normally, you can only have once piece of Exotic Armor/ Weapons equipped at a time)
This doesn't take into account The Dark Below and House of Wolves story missions, strikes, raids, and other larger wads of the game that come with content updates, something Bungie/ Activision is already charging for.
All of this was baked into the game already. Had Destiny been a total disaster upon release, it would have happened by now, as many, many MMORPGs like DC Universe, Elder Scrolls Online, and pretty much everything else I can think of has already shown us. Since Activision has been especially cagey about detailing exactly what kind of sales the game is pulling in, it's not totally unreasonable to believe that this kind of change is right around the corner depending on how things are faring during its one year anniversary in September. Remember, Bungie and Activision were very keen on reminding the world that this was a $500 million game to produce and market, and no matter how much they want us to believe that they recouped that cost, by not telling people what the exact sales were of the game, you can't really believe that. The FTP business model is turning more and more reliable by the month for the video game industry, while the ultra high budget AAA release is not. Believing that this game will stay with its current revenue model is naive.
Destiny launched with some problems. Problems the game already had. Problems that players found and exploited. Problems with there just not being enough content. Honestly, a lot of games of this scope launch with similar issues. Most MMOs, World of Warcraft included, are not quite in fighting shape on day one, so it's fair in my mind to give Destiny a pass for it's first nine months or so. However, we're about to hit a second batch of content expansion next week. That's two expansions in this same 9 month grace period. That's too much.
The problem is twofold: first, it draws attention to the fact that Destiny, for as vague as Bungie and Activions have been about it being an MMO, is as close enough to an MMO as can be for a game like this, and that means that there just wasn't that much content for a $60 buy-in on day one. DC Universe took a lot of flack for this when it was released, too, and content packs have come fast and loose since then. But the game went FTP very quickly after the first set of content updates came out, which mitigated with problem. Destiny is a somewhat shallow game from a content perspective since most missions are slight variations on kill guys, open a door, kill guys, open a door, kill a boss. The fact that they are asking you to pay for two additional expansions for what could be more of the same is a concern.
The second eyebrow-raiser is that this is an expensive proposition for a game's first year. A new copy of the game will run you roughly $40 right now, and with the full amount of content from both expansions, you're paying about $75-80 at the moment depending on if you bundle both The Dark Below and House of Wolves together (which is a gamble on your enjoyment of one or both). Now, weighing on person's worth of a penny vs. another is really subjective, but from a total content perspective, the same amount of cash for Destiny compared to Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn will buy you a lopsided amount of content, even if that $80 is only buying you about four months of an MMORPG subscription. Not a 1:1 comparison, sure, but still appropriate. It took a few years for the WoW to have The Burning Crusade, and it will have been well over a year for FFXIV to have it's first official expansion with Heavensward, and both of these are after substantial, free content updates for their games. Destiny isn't interested in this; the free content that the game slowly doles out is in occasional weekend PvP arenas and specialty missions that, like usual daily bounties, are used to grind for reputation, not instant rewards. It is playing the long game, and that long game will eventually cost you.
Weezer is now playing overhead. I retract one of my above statements.
-It's Sunday
-It's comfortably temperate in the Midwest
-I'm in a coffee shop and forgot my headphones
-The music in here is ok, actually.
So, bearing all of that in mind, let's talk about Destiny. Mostly because I've been between games since my second run of Bloodborne (I'm saving myself for a third and that ephemeral, worthless platinum trophy) and this Tuesday's release of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. We're closing in on a three week gap between the them, and since Destiny has been resting unplayed on my hard drive for a spell, it seemed like as good idea as any to take another look at the game, now a little more than half a year since it's much ballyhooed release in September.
Destiny is a game you probably heard about: it's the one where you're a guy in space fighting against a random number generator, because there wasn't that much to do outside of running around and repeating mission after mission hoping for newer and better gear so you could redo those missions again in harder modes, if only a bit easier. For a little while, Destiny wasn't so far removed from the pre-World of Warcraft spectrum of MMORPG: you had a fair amount of space and plenty of stuff to kill, but after you hit the ignition there really wasn't that much to do except for grind, grind, grind. Most people, you may be surprised to learn, found this to be a bit of a letdown. Then, behold! A raid! A six-man mission featuring complex puzzles to flex your mental muscle as well as challenging combat to put that finger dexterity you've been building to use. The raid changed the game, as well as some smart, if late, tweaks to the main game's giving of gear and materials to reward players for ultimately doing nothing over and over again.
A few caveats...
I have never played the first raid, the Vault of Glass. I dipped out of Destiny not long after it was released a few months ago for a few reasons, but mostly because I was rapidly losing interest in running the same four or five strike missions every night with the three different character classes, and while I had met plenty of other Destiny players within those first few months of the game (as I played off and on until roughly Christmas), I never wanted to beg five of them to be my momentary BFF for a Vault of Glass run. Destinly, you're a fine-looking woman, but you're about as shallow as it comes.
Neither, too, did I drop the $20 into the game's first expansion, Crota's End. I don't really put too much stock into reviews for DLC, but Destiny was a game released with just too little actual meat on it's bones, so I studied the release window of Crota's End with an academic interest. It turns out that there certainly was a consensus, but not in the game's favor. While the new raid gave it some spice, it seemed, it wasn't as rich of an experience as the Vault of Glass, and the new story missions and strike combined were not enough for most, and definitely wouldn't have been justifiable for that kind of cash.
So here we are again; three weeks totally engrossed into Destiny on the eve of its second expansion, The House of Wolves, also being released on Tuesday, and also for a cool twenty clams. Here's what I found:
First, and most importantly, is that Destiny is, erm, destined to become a free-to-play game. This much was obvious to me after I dim-wittedly spent $60 on a new copy, but as more and more expansions are released, it's about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face. There are two major forms of FTP games, those with "energy" components that only let you partake in a certain amount of the game at any given time (like Candy Crush, Final Fantasy Record Keeper, or Terra Battle...which may be the only one to do it right), and those that let you play as much as you want so long as you know that you will be grinding constantly for materials and upgrades to take on the higher-level challenges (like Warframe or AirMech Arena). By design, Destiny already falls into the latter category with it's loot and material-heavy game grind when a character hits the maximum experience level (something an able player can hit in a day or so, with a good foot under them). As the only to play the raids --which stand as endgame content for the moment-- is to level up armor to push the level limits, Destiny forces players to partake in a set routine of activities (which we're going to come back to in a second) to farm for one of three upgrade materials to level that gear, and these three materials are randomized upon collection, forcing players to either continue to another point of item-farming/hoping, or log back in with another character class that hasn't farmed those materials for that day.
That last part is important. FTP games make their money in taking part in what we'll call calculated limitation, or CL. In the fenced in housing development of CL, players cannot, say, play the game as much as they want (like the "energy" requirement), forge new weapons or armor, carry as much in their inventory, or take part in certain tasks more than once until a set time limit has passed. These things, again, already take place in Destiny. Once per day, a player can take part in a public event and be awarded high-level crafting materials. They can also enter a high-level story mission for these same materials. But that's it. While this isn't too egregious, the weekly CL is much heavier. From Tuesday to Tuesday, a Guardian in Destiny can only do the following:
-Take part in a weekly "Nightfall" Strike mission for special item currency (what we're considering upper-level crafting materials)
-Take part in a "Heroic" (hard mode) strike mission mission for upper-level crafting materials
-Amass 100 "Vanguard" currency for high level gear
-Amass 100 player vs. player "Crucible" currency, also for high level gear
There are a few things to note about that list: First, a player can grind as much as they want in missions for the Vanguard and Crucible currency, but it caps at a certain amount from week to week. With a well-equipped avatar, this currency can be plateaued in a night or two of playing. The problem here is that if a player is completely dry of this currency, they can only, perhaps, buy one piece of gear per week, depending on wants and needs. The Vanguard characters that sell this stuff prices armor at around 75 credits or more per item, and firearms will run you the low, low cost of roughly 150, which you cannot obtain in a week's time from starting at zero. There's another twist, though; the Vanguard and Crucible currency has a hard cap in your inventory of 200. This means that if you're down to stockpile weapons and armor currency until you spot whole sets of stuff that you want, think again. But while you can cap out at 200 and get two pieces of armor (which you will probably just break down to hope for, you guessed it, upper-level crafting materials), the simple math equates into really only some armor or one weapon after two weeks of work.
This is textbook CL. It stops you from doing exactly what you want when you want so you can look forward to playing again, keeping the carrot dangling in front of you for an amount of time that you (may or may not, I suppose) find reasonable. The alternative to this is to basically roll the dice with missions. As each strike mission grant a random chance for gear rewards, there's always a low chance of coming up with either a super rare piece of gear or upgrade materials, but there's also a chance that this good fortune can be marred by it being gear for a character you're probably not using or not leveled up enough to take advantage of it. In that case, you better keep playing so that you might.
The second thing that's important to note about Destiny's CL methods is a problem that's about to exacerbate on Tuesday: the haves vs. the have-nots. During the routine of Heroic and Nightfall strikes and story activities, the game randomly chooses which missions to use to give you the rewards. This includes missions from the first DLC pack, The Dark Below. Not buying The Dark Below blocks you from the daily story mission or worse, weekly strikes, which means it also slows your character's growth as you can't use the two strikes which are some of the more reliable methods for obtaining upgrade materials and currency. Destiny does not seem to be on a rotation for which of these missions will be one of the weeklies; it hasn't been impossible for The Dark Below stuff to show up more often than not, which is conspicuous. When House of Wolves is released on Tuesday, this problem will not only persist, but grow. This doesn't seem like too much of a crisis from the outside looking in, but a week is a long time, even by CL standards. Not being able to participate in your own growth, and possibly (probably) keeping you away from friends that are already playing these missions is yet another method of preying on your interest to spend the money.That's the way FTP games work.
Having said all of this, then, let's briefly and cynically list how Destiny will crack open its FTP structure once Activision eventually finds that people are no longer spending $60 on a copy of the game. You will:
Pay for a larger Vanguard "purse"
Pay for a larger Crucible "purse"
Pay for larger vault inventory space
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for weekly Nightfall strikes
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for weekly Heroic strikes
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for daily Heroic story missions
Pay for multiple reward opportunities for weekly raids (as rewards for completed raids can only be obtained once per week)
More, and repeatable daily bounty missions
Strange Coins the randomized high-level currency, will be bought with real world cash, meaning:
Strange Coin shops will be available at all times in social hubs (no more waiting once a week for Xur)
Strange Coins will buy you weapons and armor when you want it, no grinding necessary
Players will can purchase more Exotic Gear "slots" (normally, you can only have once piece of Exotic Armor/ Weapons equipped at a time)
This doesn't take into account The Dark Below and House of Wolves story missions, strikes, raids, and other larger wads of the game that come with content updates, something Bungie/ Activision is already charging for.
All of this was baked into the game already. Had Destiny been a total disaster upon release, it would have happened by now, as many, many MMORPGs like DC Universe, Elder Scrolls Online, and pretty much everything else I can think of has already shown us. Since Activision has been especially cagey about detailing exactly what kind of sales the game is pulling in, it's not totally unreasonable to believe that this kind of change is right around the corner depending on how things are faring during its one year anniversary in September. Remember, Bungie and Activision were very keen on reminding the world that this was a $500 million game to produce and market, and no matter how much they want us to believe that they recouped that cost, by not telling people what the exact sales were of the game, you can't really believe that. The FTP business model is turning more and more reliable by the month for the video game industry, while the ultra high budget AAA release is not. Believing that this game will stay with its current revenue model is naive.
Destiny launched with some problems. Problems the game already had. Problems that players found and exploited. Problems with there just not being enough content. Honestly, a lot of games of this scope launch with similar issues. Most MMOs, World of Warcraft included, are not quite in fighting shape on day one, so it's fair in my mind to give Destiny a pass for it's first nine months or so. However, we're about to hit a second batch of content expansion next week. That's two expansions in this same 9 month grace period. That's too much.
The problem is twofold: first, it draws attention to the fact that Destiny, for as vague as Bungie and Activions have been about it being an MMO, is as close enough to an MMO as can be for a game like this, and that means that there just wasn't that much content for a $60 buy-in on day one. DC Universe took a lot of flack for this when it was released, too, and content packs have come fast and loose since then. But the game went FTP very quickly after the first set of content updates came out, which mitigated with problem. Destiny is a somewhat shallow game from a content perspective since most missions are slight variations on kill guys, open a door, kill guys, open a door, kill a boss. The fact that they are asking you to pay for two additional expansions for what could be more of the same is a concern.
The second eyebrow-raiser is that this is an expensive proposition for a game's first year. A new copy of the game will run you roughly $40 right now, and with the full amount of content from both expansions, you're paying about $75-80 at the moment depending on if you bundle both The Dark Below and House of Wolves together (which is a gamble on your enjoyment of one or both). Now, weighing on person's worth of a penny vs. another is really subjective, but from a total content perspective, the same amount of cash for Destiny compared to Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn will buy you a lopsided amount of content, even if that $80 is only buying you about four months of an MMORPG subscription. Not a 1:1 comparison, sure, but still appropriate. It took a few years for the WoW to have The Burning Crusade, and it will have been well over a year for FFXIV to have it's first official expansion with Heavensward, and both of these are after substantial, free content updates for their games. Destiny isn't interested in this; the free content that the game slowly doles out is in occasional weekend PvP arenas and specialty missions that, like usual daily bounties, are used to grind for reputation, not instant rewards. It is playing the long game, and that long game will eventually cost you.
Weezer is now playing overhead. I retract one of my above statements.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
The Long Goodbye
This is going to be very long, a little personal, and super spoiler-y for a 14 year-old video game.
Nostalgia is really a terrifying thing. When it boils down to it,
people desperately want to feel exactly the same way about one thing or another
as the first time they experienced it, even if these relapses are only brief
and fleeting. I hear an old song, or catch a random scent when I walk down the
hallway, and I can't help but think of an ex-girlfriend. Maybe we're eating
breakfast. Maybe that breakfast was made by me, too. Waffles, butter, coffee,
and of course, like the memory, I suppose, syrup. It is sweet.
But this is dangerous, this whole nostalgia thing. I'll remember
that the relationship went up in flames, and more than once. I'll recall how
those good times sure were good, but the bad times counterbalance it, and
they’re the reason that I don't keep in touch with this person. For a second,
after the ephemera of an early morning meal with someone I've once been
intimate with fades away into nothing, I'm almost glad that I had the inverse
reaction, this almost involuntary recoil. If I didn't, then the recollection
would have caught me in its trap; I don't want to think that everything was
great back then. It couldn't have been, really. If it were, then the good that
I have now, and whatever positive I want to look forward to would be
meaningless. Almost nothing about what you remember is perfect. Sorry,
nostalgia, but I win this time.
I just finished the HD remaster of Final Fantasy X, a very formative game for me. Yes, I've been
playing video games since I was knee-high, and FFX was released in 2001 in the US, but it has deeply attached
itself to my sunniest, most sentimental recesses. Given as a gift by, wouldn't
you know it, my college girlfriend at a time when I wasn't often playing RPGs,
it reminded me of why I loved being lost inside of a video game when I was a
kid, so large and deep was the game under its almost stiflingly linear outer
layer of skin. Already a nostalgic experience for me at the tender, wizened age
of 22. It would go on to be possibly one of the best video games I'd ever play.
But this realization came with much kicking and screaming. Let's
analyze, briefly, the mindset of the early 20s college male: working hard to
procure a degree in Secondary English education and film theory, it's fair to
say that I actually majored in pretense with a very prevalent minor in
faux-intellectualism. Oh, I've seen Through
a Glass Darkly, but we all know that Bergman’s opus is The Seventh Seal. Yes, Iron & Wine is, of course, stark and
beautiful; yet not so much as Neutral Milk Hotel. These current Guided By
Voices albums? Fecal matter, I say! Only buffoons would challenge my
unnecessarily obtuse bullshit theories and opinions, and the other undergrad
intelligentsia and I would spew only the most baseless vitriol at that which we
deemed, simply, less-than. Final Fantasy
X, then, could only fall into this malleable and conveniently undefined
column. I distinctly recall telling people during its opening hours that this
straight line of a game must have been written by a fifth grader.
Time has actually been a little kinder to FFX and my own cold, black heart had melted by the final act of the
game, which very nearly had me shed what would have been my first tear over a
goddamn video game. Honestly, there's a lot of dumb dialog, and a few of the
plot twists are outright nonsensical, but at the risk of carrying a continued
pretentiousness in my old age, these are not problems exclusive to it or any
one specific video game given the proclivity of bad dialog and absurd plot
twists. But Final Fantasy X has a
problem that other later games in the franchise have also struggled with, that
of its simple-minded, point A to point B linearity. Having played my fair share
of RPGs up to this point, this is something that maddened me to almost no end.
Gone were the usual tenants of guys with broadswords and girls shooting magic
wandering about an open countryside to uncover the next location to drive the
plot. Evaporated, too, was the menial task of engaging with the right NPC to
open up the specific line of dialog that would open up the current roadblock. Final Fantasy X, at least for me, was
the first game that dared call itself an RPG while curbing the holy trinity of
town-grind-dungeon that had been blueprinted so many years before by the likes
of Dragon Quest and, well, Final Fantasy. All I had to do was make
it to the next location down the line, listen to a bunch of conversations, and
then keep on keepin' on. There was little deviation or distraction. Was this a
game at all?
To understand this, I had to take a more significant step back to
look at Final Fantasy X, and what it
was at the time of its release, to really give that linear narrative a fair
shake. Square Enix, nee Squaresoft at the time of the game's release, was the undisputed
king of audiovisual dynamite at this particular moment in the gaming sphere.
Routinely pushing the limits of the hardware they were working with since the
first Final Fantasy on the aged
Famicom, FFX would continue the
tradition by not only representing many firsts for the series --voice acting,
specifically-- but would try its damndest to make a beautiful first impression
on the PlayStation 2, released only about a year and a half earlier. This meant
that producer Yoshinori Kitase and his team had to come to grips with the new
hardware of the PS2 somewhat quickly having started development on the project
in 1999. Such a brief development period to familiarize themselves with new
hardware while altering the course of their storytelling now that voice acting
was a viable concern is astounding in retrospect, and would be downright
miraculous by today’s modern console standards. But this was a different epoch
in game development, and certainly the Squaresoft way, and one need only to
look at the evolutionary leaps in technology that they afforded themselves
between Final Fantasies VII, VIII, and IX to see that they were up to the challenge.
But a fully voiced cast also presented many, many more challenges
than people seemed to realize at the time. First, that much voice acting takes
up a significant amount of data space. For a game like a Final Fantasy to look like a Final
Fantasy, this meant that certain compromises must be made with how much the
team could build and show the player from a visual standpoint. DVDs, of course,
held an ocean of additional bits compared to its compact disk brethren, but
there were still limits to disk space that must be considered. For a game
full of audible conversations, there had to be a tradeoff.
Another of these limits was structuring a narrative around people
having spoken conversations. Now firmly divorced from the pixels of yesteryear,
and taking as much advantage as Square possibly could given the graphical trade offs I just described, facial expressions were now a of mounting
importance with their characters rendered in real-time, and not simply in
pre-rendered cut scenes that were, at that point, typically used as a reward to
the player for crossing a specific threshold of a game. This is a major turning
point in console game narrative that few give Final Fantasy X the credit it's
due: we no longer needed the bouncing and spinning of pixel sprites or large
pantomimed gestures of crudely rendered early polygons to suggest emotion. We
could see Tidus' concern for Yuna after the mid-game realization of her
ultimate fate by the look on his face and the sound in the actor's voice. This
made writing a scrip for these events to be a much harder balancing act than
previous games, which often turned from grave to jocular at the drop of a hat.
Given the complexity of some of the character’s relationships in the game, knowing
that the more dramatic moments had to be sold as more realistic while also
bearing a certain sense of levity, was a challenge. So basically, much of Final Fantasy X, then, had to be written as one very long movie, and
was one of the first console role playing games to do so for better or worse.
But we know that it isn't a movie, and has to have a gameplay
structure baked into the casserole. Having said all of this, then, it would
also be fair to say that in my estimation, no game marries game structure and
narrative quite as well as Final Fantasy
X. The team knew that they probably could not offer as many vast open areas
as previous games in the franchise quite yet with the additional hurdles of new
hardware to master and a readjustment to their writing process to clear, so
they wrote a story to compensate for it. Basically, and brilliantly, they wrote
a road movie, and with all of the trappings of that genre that had been laid
down since It Happened One Night.
Here we are. We have to get way over there. Once we get there, we'll figure out
what to do next. Along the way, we'll see and meet strange and wondrous new
people and places. There will be detours. There's going to be a change of heart
(probably). But one thing is always going to be perfectly clear: we still got
to get over there. I guess we better start walking.
This, even now, sounds like a severe limitation. It's a box,
really. A big box, sure, Square still had plenty of cash to throw around to
make it the best road movie they could, but still a confined space. From this
box, and this simple narrative direction, came one of the more coherent games
to ever bear the name Final Fantasy. FFX took a bit of a turn away from the
usual European high fantasy of the 8- and 16-bit games and the more steampunk
and sci-fi PlayStation-era successes (other than, of course, Final Fantasy IX). X, though, went for more of a cultural touchstone. Inspired by
Okinawan and other southeastern Asian cultures, FFX's setting is highly unusual by basically any role playing
game's standard. Given Squaresoft’s insistence that the only constant in Final Fantasy development would the
evolution of the story and setting from game to game, even this was something
of a left turn for the property. Perhaps knowing that only a small population
of its audience would be familiar with these inspirations, Square's writers
took a chance on using Tidus, the main character, as a clear audience proxy,
serving as both the player's eyes and ears but also their curiosity as a
classic fish out of water. If something looked strange and fantastic to us,
they would absolutely seem that way to Tidus, whom would often either
quizzically ponder his surroundings or be told outright what was going on by
the other cast members before he even had a chance to ask.
No other Final Fantasy
game before or since has used this most common narrative hook to such a degree.
The early heroes of the series relied on either the blank slate nature (of the
first game) or personality (4-6) to fit into the very, very common middle age European
setting for most games within the RPG genre. As the series jumped into
polygons, the player would often play catch up to characters and positions that
needed to be explained as the course of the narrative went on. Even Squall, the
high school student, knew what was up in Final Fantasy VIII, the player had to
be "reminded" how things worked by his teachers and peers. Simply,
most characters in Final Fantasy games had already lived and established
themselves in their respective world. Any sense of discovery was generally
grounded within a world that they already knew. Tidus, on the other hand,
wasn't from the Spira he found himself in, similar though it may have been, and
that's precisely how his story and how he fits into it works, even on the
meta-level: the world is familiar enough because it's a Final Fantasy, but it's not the one we know. Someone needs to take
him, and us, by the hand.
Of course, this someone turned out to be Yuna --at least, in her
way since she barely utters a whole sentence through 50% of the story-- which
is maybe one of the best subtle bait and switch moves in video game writing.
Yuna and Tidus clearly and neatly reflect each other's stories, and are set up
to be each other’s counterpart throughout the game. Often these differences are
seen as opposites, but that would suggest they would be at odds with each
other, maybe like Batman vs. Superman through the eyes of Frank Miller, which
is never the case within the game. Rather, I see their differences more as
inverses. Their names roughly translate into “moon” and “sun” in Okinawan.
Tidus wears bright, somewhat warm colors while Yuna's are cool and subdued.
Tidus’ personality, chipper, impulsive and optimistic to an actual fault, is
divergent from Yuna’s calm, though morose level-headedness. Most important to
the story, though, is their significant shared Oedipal issues, mostly having to
due with their own self-imposed expectations But Yuna's individual narrative is
the driving force of the plot in that it's her job to kill the super monster
that devastates her world time and again. Tidus, though certainly woven into
the tapestry of these events, is merely bystander and outside observer until
the game's largest, and perhaps most absurd twist hits near the end of the
game. But even still, in the grand scheme of a world building, dying, and
rebuilding, the spiral of death that is Spira (which is a line even used in the
game), Tidus' motivations are pretty low on the totem pole, all things
considered. Yuna's job is to save us, to literally sacrifice herself so that
others may live. We know after getting roughly 75% through the game that this
certainly won't be the case, also part of the walking plot twist that is Tidus
(as he is, basically, his own deus ex
machina), but without Yuna fulfilling her duty and freeing Spira of
routine, though still imminent destruction, nothing would have mattered. She is
the star of the show.
Still, it's unfair to call Final Fantasy X's story in totality a
masterpiece. The up-front villain, Seymour, is laughably stupid in his
motivations, which turned the "I'll cleanse this imperfect world by
destroying it" schtick into a legitimate video game trope going forward.
Worse, the main antagonist of the game is barely a villain at all, which makes
the impact of the final battle slightly anticlimactic. Here's how it works,
paraphrased from the Final Fantasy wikia page: over a thousand years ago, two
city states were at war. As a way to bring some brutal finality to it, the
leader of one of these city states, Yu Yevon, forced all of his summoning
wizards to, essentially, go into a mass dreamlike state to always preserve the
memory of their home, what we can call city of Dream Zanarkand. Knowing that his
history will be preserved, he forges a giant, living armor around himself using
the summoned magic or a loved one. This living armor, now called Sin (or Shin
in the Japanese version, which can translate into "true" or
"truth"), mindlessly destroys all that it sees, starting with the
city it was born in, what we'll call the Ruined Zanarkand. Now the populace has
a reason to rally together, this Sin monster, as it can be killed (the means of
which passed down for countless generations) but will always come back, and
will continue this destructive behavior time and again. The major problem with
all of this? Almost none of it is clearly explained in the game. Through
conversations with major characters during turning points in the plot, we find
that this Yu Yevon entity exists within Sin and uses summoned monsters as hosts
to continue to live and destroy for a millennium, but the motivations for which
are never entirely clear. We just know that he exists, that he is a being of
significant power, not the whys and wherefores. This cripples the narrative and
reduces it into a very basic setup. There's the bad guys, let's go get them.
The revelation that Seymour isn't the main antagonist is telegraphed early in
the game, but makes it almost unfair that this clown of an enemy, in all of his
absurdity, gets less of a fair shake than the limp Yu Yevon, which is just that
thing that you need to fight to end the game.
But killing him, finally, is less a challenge than a war of
attrition against your free time. The actual final boss of the game is Tidus
erstwhile alcoholic pro athlete father, or rather, the monster that he had
become within Sin. Before cathartically throwing down with him, as most immature
little boys only dream of doing, Tidus has an opportunity to make peace with
him, but forgiveness is not in the cards, which is also something of an
uncommon move at this point in a video game's story. It is certainly contrived
that Tidus and his father, Jecht, will have to battle each other for narrative
dominance (again, something telegraphed within the first third of the game when
it's revealed that Sin is, in fact, Jecht), Tidus takes the final moments of
Jecht's lucidity to remind him how much of a dick cheese he was to he and his
mother, even telling him, twice, how
much he hates him. I would argue that without the work of a competent voice
actor or the technology to render semi-believable facial expressions that this
conversation wouldn't have the gravity that it does. This the detonation point
for a complex relationship, something that Jecht concedes to. He never argues
his case or pleads for forgiveness, he literally can’t as he stumbles his way
through the conversation, but this lack of excuses makes the conversation more
impactful for it. But Tidus doesn’t even want to hear it; once Jecht finally
does apologize (for nothing really specific, though there are probably bulleted
lists Tidus can refer to), Tidus loses his cool and kick starts the fight.After
the actual battle, though, is series of un-losable encounters against
once-friendly monsters that were with you for the entire game and our friend,
Yu Yevon, represented by a small, floating parasite. For the player, there are
certainly lists of metaphors that can explain away each encounter from Jecht to
the monsters to Yu Yevon, but after the first domino falls, the game will
always keep you ready to fight going forward, making the killing your father,
and not your gods, the point of no return. This is a perspective change for the
player, actually. Most of the game sets up Seymour as the first main enemy,
then reveals that Yu Yevon is really the architect behind it all (a narrative
trajectory that many, many, many video games take), but once you realize that
you literally cannot lose to Yu Yevon, you find that Jecht was, as far as the
game is concerned, the only enemy that really mattered, something that was just
under the surface the entire ride.
But all of these twists and turns of the story, strange and
questionable as they tend to be, lead up to a surprisingly brief and emotional
coda that few gaming stories achieve and fewer replicate with as much precision.
Really quick, try to count how many video games you can think of where one
character tells another that they love them. In my mind, there are very few.
The ballad of Yuna and Tidus, two sides to the same coin, is perhaps one of the
most believable in game history. Take Yuna: young, innocent, and impressionable,
her story was one of singular devotion. She was going to kill Sin, like her
famous father before her, and free her world of the suffering the giant monster
brings. Yuna's life had no room for love, something that Wakka points out from
basically the second we meet her. Even if she could let herself be attracted
romantically to someone, her endgame was never in question, and by sheer force
of will would she fulfill her duty (basically she is Batman, then). Meeting
Tidus was pretty much like every story you've ever heard about two people
falling in love; she never intended to have as many guardians as she had to
complete her mission, and this rando loudmouth that just happened to find his
way to her island was more a series of happenstances than divine providence
(Tidus, after showing up in Spria, first appeared floating above Baaj Temple,
after all). She never saw it coming. Tidus, on the other hand, was a stud in
his Dream Zanarkand. Confident, jovial, a pro athlete in his own right and a
famous figure to the people around him, it’s easy to infer that Tidus knows his
way around the ladies. But as Yuna's was a story of duty, Tidus' was one of
maturity and acceptance. When she tells him that she loves him before he fades
away into ether, it carries the weight of a young girl saying it for the first
time, something Tidus knows as he does what he can to embrace her before
finally drifting away to the afterlife. From here, the pre-rendered cut scene,
state of the art at the time and still fairly moving wastes no time trying to
explain away where each major character ended up or how their lives were
changed after the final death of Sin. It didn't need to. Yuna loved Tidus, and
now he's gone. This is the price of happiness, and that while Yuna ultimately
never needed to call a final aeon and sacrifice her life for Spira, what she
did have to lose was arguably much greater. If only other video games, and especially
more Final Fantasies, were as poetic.
Surprisingly, this moment came down to localization, which is often the opposite case. In the original Japanese, Yuna runs through the now ghostly Tidus and falls over, standing to stoicly thank him for his help and service. The English localization team saw this moment and chose to exert some controlling by changing the line to "I love you." While, given the moment, this would have meant something very similar to a Japanese audience, had they kept the simply "Thank you" in English, it would have robbed the ending of its emotional crescendo.
Compare Tidus and Yuna’s relationship to that of Final Fantasy VIII’s Squall and Rinoa.
Squall, sullen and standoffish, is the diametric opposite to Tidus in every
way, right down to the color motifs of his clothes. Rinoa, charming and
outgoing as the leader of her resistance movement, is just as different to Yuna
in her quiet and often timid nature. Though the roles are somewhat reversed in
FFVIII, the relationship between Squall and Rinoa is often forced, so much of a
dick is Squall to just about anyone around him. While he also goes
through a similar emotional maturity that Tidus receives, his love for Rinoa is something an emotional knee-jerk decision driven by the
situations he finds himself in. He often keeps her at arms’ length through the
first half of the game, and then wakes up to realize that he loves her via some random inspiration. Tidus and Yuna got along from the jump, often
relying on each other for stability throughout much of the game, as the famous
laughing scene in Kilika temple proves. Their affection was a natural evolution
of their relationship, even with the extenuating circumstances that they found
themselves in. Luckily, it was also told in a story dozens of hours long. As
they finally kiss under the moonlight in Macalanea, there's some narrative payoff for there for the player.
Of course, an RPG, even one of the heights that Final Fantasy X, is only one part story.
In truth, it equates into perhaps even a third of the overall game when boiled
down for time. Close to the end of the game, the player acquires a means of
transport that, essentially, cracks the game wide open, giving them ample
opportunity to revisit past locations and to scour the world for hidden
secrets; which is something of a console RPG mainstay. The linear structure
carefully built in the main game make this new found freedom all the sweeter in
that it finally lets you lift up the hood and see much of what was underneath,
and the various minigames and side distractions that were barely noticeable
when you first passed them yield both great rewards for the player and a monstrous
time sink that can dwarf the story by a wide margin. But it's still a linear
structure, and after obtaining the airship to go wherever they want, players
will be fully aware (as if they weren't already) that the whole game was, as
current Final Fantasy critics are
quick to point out when discussing later entries, a series of corridors with
few actual mazes to get lost in. The vast majority of the game can be played
looking solely at the minimap in the upper corner of the screen, and objectives
are clearly defined from the moment that Tidus enters into most
locations.
But this is another moment when nostalgia is dangerous, and it can
take the average player --me included-- quite a while to realize it. Now that
you can see the trees for the forest, as it were, it's nice to know that
there's so much more to do after being dragged, kicking and screaming, through
the vast majority of the game. The knee jerk reaction is to say that earlier
games in the franchise did not do this, that vast, open world maps were
available for the player to wander about and explore. Upon reflection (or
replay if you've got the time on your hands), this is to be only a half truth.
While it is certainly so that there are large, easily explored regions in
earlier Final Fantasy games, most are
either partitioned off for story concerns, or contain dramatic spikes in
difficulty for random encounters that a player is punished for being curious. FFX called shenanigans on the latter,
and lifted the curtain enough to make it clear that most of the Final Fantasies you've played and loved
where basically built the same way; though, perhaps less deliberate in its
execution.
The HD Remaster, released last Spring for PS3 and Vita and again in
May for the PlayStation 4, though, is nostalgia at its most duplicitous; equal
in its syrupy serenity and horror. So taken was I with FFX, and perhaps even reflective of my own mangled relationship
with the on again- off again girl that gave it to me, that I played it once a
year during the winter holidays, much to the consternation of my rapidly
depleting free time. Every time I would fire it up, I would make absolutely
sure that something that had been previously uncovered or purposely left alone
(200 lightning strikes, everybody!) would be taken care of. Straight line
though it may be, there's a whole lot of game in Final Fantasy X, and I still have yet to actually see it all
myself, even after this seventh (or maybe eighth?) time through it. Sure, a lot
of it had to do with the fact that as an RPG, it was something of a larger
value proposition to a broke college student turned broke post-grad, and the
$50 I could spend on a PS2 game at the time would purchase me scores of hours
of gameplay that I might not receive from any given action adventure. But this
game was a literal product of a failed relationship. Perhaps watching Tidus and
Yuna, love and lose each other spoke to me at some subconscious level. Maybe it
was just a really good, finely built video game. Whatever. At some point down
the road, notably after I had finally let go of this person, I had enough of Final Fantasy X, leaving my own spiral
to end. Whenever I would even consider playing it again at that point, it felt
like re-opening the wound. It was best to move on.
However, those years PlayStation 2 years with FFX defined how video games became so integral to my adult life.
Though it sounds exaggerated, it's not unfair to say that without Final Fantasy X, I wouldn't have played
the dozens, or maybe even hundreds, of other role playing games since. Because
of its sublime brilliance (along with its successor, Final Fantasy XII, but that's another story) I eventually became
burnt out on its JRPG progeny. Without having gone through even that, though, I
would never have found my way to games that mean more to me than I can even
say, like Demon's Souls. Final Fantasy X, really, was something
of a defining moment. Turning on my PlayStation 3 and hearing the opening
music of the loading screen nearly made my knees buckle. I have a certain
gratitude for that.
But this will be the last time. What everyone said about growing
up turns out to be irritatingly true. I've got too much other stuff to do;
games to play, work to do, a child to rear, people that depend on me. Real
life, even compared to the timelessness of the Dream of the Fayth, will always
win out. I can't drop 50-70 hours on this any longer, routinely, lest other
things more important slip by me. But, honestly, I can’t keep running back to
this game after only remembering the good, and I have to, at last, let this go.
I went deeper into the sphere grid this time than any other. I
nabbed more celestial weapons than I ever have. I was surprised by the challenge
of some of bosses I had never seen in this, the International Version that I
never played (and a little huffy over the changes of ones that were already
there. If you think you're going to walk all over the traitor Omega like you
used to, get ready for a shock). But, now that I've done all of this
reflection, like Yuna and Tidus, my ending to Final Fantasy X isn't so unlike theirs at all.
This is maturity. This is sacrifice.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Let's Talk About Last Week
The last seven days have been a typhoon of emotion for me, and for the goofiest possible reasons.
After about a week and a half in the incubator, USGamer published my fighting game article about the (somewhat) notorious 3rd Strike toll, ufcgym. They really liked it, those sassy USGamer editors; traffic looks like it was good, there were 20+ reactions to the story on the site, and comments were generally positive. I suppose it helps that I plugged it on the Facebook 3rd Strike pages and to my other FGC buddies, but I'm not above that.
Having not been published for over a year, it was pretty thrilling to be back at it after my little hiatus. Actually, it's always a bit of a jolt when you see your name attached to work that you're proud of, and this article was definitely something I was happy with. A bit more journalistic than my usual stuff, I actually didn't think it was going to be a very good fit for USG, but I'm definitely happy that they didn't see it that way. But things just kept getting better. EIC (and cool guy) Jeremy Parish paid me a hell of a compliment on Twitter and even followed me as the week went on (which is funny because I almost never do the tweets). Kat Bailey, the editor that I was working with for the story, was very encouraging for future stories. Keep them coming, she said.
So I gave it some thought, and pitched her a story that had been picking at my brain for months. After growing up as Catholic as a Catholic can Catholic, I decided to write a story about how hard it was to reconcile those beliefs when most video games treat organized religion --and specifically Christianity-- as antagonistic at best. It was sort of nebulous until I actually had some words down, but knowing that the Dragon Age games were a little more even handed and level headed with their portrayal of faith, I thought I had something there if I could get in touch with the BioWare guys. The editors dug it, and I was off to the races.
Blam. One in the can and another assignment ready to go. I rewarded my good fortune with a little eBay adventuring, finally pulling the trigger on a Master System game exclusive to Europe that I had been eyeballing for years (as the price steadily rose). Pride in a job well done.
So, there I was. 75% of this story pounded it out in an afternoon. A little back and forth with some PR reps from BioWare, and I was just waiting on an email with some questions answered. Slam dunk.
Then this happened.
I was sick to my stomach. The exact same story taking the exact same angle. While clearly written from the perspective of someone in his 20s (what I had written was definitely from the perspective of me in my 30s), it was close enough to a duplicate as there could ever be. Even using Final Fantasy X as a clear example. I was incredulous. I read it and reread it, beside myself with one part fury and three parts amazement. I talked it over with friends, and thought that the best move was to bail, even though I could have taken the Q/A with the BioWare writers and spun it into a straight interview. In good conscience, I just couldn't redo the same story and gamble on being accused of plagiarism.
This ate at me the whole weekend. Years ago, at another site I freelanced with, I would pitch stories that were frequently turned down only to have them wind up being written by an in-house staffer a month later. Since freelance games writers are more expendable napkins, I never called them out on it, just kept pitching them stories they would either mangle or rework for their own teams, and it pissed me off to no end. Now, this couldn't possibly have been what was happening, but those same feelings can't help but come back in a situation like this. I wrote back to USG to let them know what was up, and they were glad to accept a new pitch for March, but the wind got knocked out of me, so I didn't have anything off the top of my head to throw their way.
In the realm of huge deals, this is kind of low on the list. Our Jung-ian group think got the better of me, and some other writer someplace else had the same idea I had. Ho hum. I spent a good chunk of yesterday in a bar with a laptop trying to cook up some other leads, and I still have some work to do and inspiration to gather.
But, man, that Sega game can't get here fast enough.
After about a week and a half in the incubator, USGamer published my fighting game article about the (somewhat) notorious 3rd Strike toll, ufcgym. They really liked it, those sassy USGamer editors; traffic looks like it was good, there were 20+ reactions to the story on the site, and comments were generally positive. I suppose it helps that I plugged it on the Facebook 3rd Strike pages and to my other FGC buddies, but I'm not above that.
Having not been published for over a year, it was pretty thrilling to be back at it after my little hiatus. Actually, it's always a bit of a jolt when you see your name attached to work that you're proud of, and this article was definitely something I was happy with. A bit more journalistic than my usual stuff, I actually didn't think it was going to be a very good fit for USG, but I'm definitely happy that they didn't see it that way. But things just kept getting better. EIC (and cool guy) Jeremy Parish paid me a hell of a compliment on Twitter and even followed me as the week went on (which is funny because I almost never do the tweets). Kat Bailey, the editor that I was working with for the story, was very encouraging for future stories. Keep them coming, she said.
So I gave it some thought, and pitched her a story that had been picking at my brain for months. After growing up as Catholic as a Catholic can Catholic, I decided to write a story about how hard it was to reconcile those beliefs when most video games treat organized religion --and specifically Christianity-- as antagonistic at best. It was sort of nebulous until I actually had some words down, but knowing that the Dragon Age games were a little more even handed and level headed with their portrayal of faith, I thought I had something there if I could get in touch with the BioWare guys. The editors dug it, and I was off to the races.
Blam. One in the can and another assignment ready to go. I rewarded my good fortune with a little eBay adventuring, finally pulling the trigger on a Master System game exclusive to Europe that I had been eyeballing for years (as the price steadily rose). Pride in a job well done.
So, there I was. 75% of this story pounded it out in an afternoon. A little back and forth with some PR reps from BioWare, and I was just waiting on an email with some questions answered. Slam dunk.
Then this happened.
I was sick to my stomach. The exact same story taking the exact same angle. While clearly written from the perspective of someone in his 20s (what I had written was definitely from the perspective of me in my 30s), it was close enough to a duplicate as there could ever be. Even using Final Fantasy X as a clear example. I was incredulous. I read it and reread it, beside myself with one part fury and three parts amazement. I talked it over with friends, and thought that the best move was to bail, even though I could have taken the Q/A with the BioWare writers and spun it into a straight interview. In good conscience, I just couldn't redo the same story and gamble on being accused of plagiarism.
This ate at me the whole weekend. Years ago, at another site I freelanced with, I would pitch stories that were frequently turned down only to have them wind up being written by an in-house staffer a month later. Since freelance games writers are more expendable napkins, I never called them out on it, just kept pitching them stories they would either mangle or rework for their own teams, and it pissed me off to no end. Now, this couldn't possibly have been what was happening, but those same feelings can't help but come back in a situation like this. I wrote back to USG to let them know what was up, and they were glad to accept a new pitch for March, but the wind got knocked out of me, so I didn't have anything off the top of my head to throw their way.
In the realm of huge deals, this is kind of low on the list. Our Jung-ian group think got the better of me, and some other writer someplace else had the same idea I had. Ho hum. I spent a good chunk of yesterday in a bar with a laptop trying to cook up some other leads, and I still have some work to do and inspiration to gather.
But, man, that Sega game can't get here fast enough.
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