Desert Of Zin

The occasional blog of Alistair Bain – Writer, Husband, Father and Chief Techno-Arcanologist at the Institute of Giant Robots, Spaceships and Wizards. None of these positions pay well.

Final Fantasy XIII-2 – Don’t judge me

I’m not playing this game. That’s not to say that I’ll never play the game in the future but right now, it’s not me playing this piece of… art. It’s the wife. We had a trawl though Game in Glasgow and came away with a few second hand games; Lord of the Rings: War in the North for me and Final Fantasy XIII-2 for Ruth.

I’ve had a go at War in the North and it’s not bad. It captures the Middle-Earth-iness well and, other than a bit of ropey voice casting, a few hours of gameplay is revealing a game that’s not bad. It’s not going to set the world alight but it’s certainly playable.

Then there’s Final Fantasy XIII-2. (I used to call it Final Fantasy Ex Three Two, for reasons that I can’t possibly explain other than I found it inexplicably entertaining to do so.)

It’s pretty. A very pretty game indeed.

I have no idea what’s going on. I’m watching it over Ruth’s shoulder and I’m finding it hysterical. Really, astonishingly funny. I’m sure it’s not meant to be.

I’ve just read all the preceding post to Ruth and the word she used was breathy. You know that kind of teenage almost angst? “Oh, my. What shall we do now? <sigh>” That make sense? And then there’s the music. Which is all breathy (there’s that word again) and self-important.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not slating the game. I’m actually kind of enjoying it. Sort of. From afar. And I can see why it appeals to a certain kind of teenage market. And, despite having loads of things in my life that are both more pressing and more important, I can really see myself having a go at this nonsense. And really enjoying it.

October 8, 2014 at 8:39 pm | Gaming | Tags: , , | No comment