LIVESTREAM UPDATE:  The next stream is scheduled for Thursday, June 21st at 10 pm est!  Be there or be… somewhere else.

Yeah, I’m a bit late to the party when it comes to Final Fantasy 12.  That said, I figure that after sinking so much time into playing it recently, I should at least get one comic out of doing so.

For the record, I don’t just think that Final Fantasy 12 is the worst FF game I’ve ever played; that goes without saying, but there’s a chance that FF12 might be one of the worst games I’ve ever played.  Why?  The entire game experience can be summed up thusly:

All you (the player) do is point your characters in the right direction.

The game pretty much takes care of the rest.  You set up “Gambits” through the menu which are basically instructions for what your team does depending on the combat situation.  Healing, hitting, statuses… everything is controlled by gambits.

Once again, all you need to do move the team to whatever new location the story desires them to be.

This wouldn’t be so heinous if the story and characters held up.  Unfortunately, FF12 fails spectacularly in that department as well; the cast of FF12 might be one of the weakest, most vanilla, most cardboard group of guys ever to set foot in a story of any kind, much less a video game.  Sure, Balthier has a smidge of personality, but he is lost in a sea of mediocrity so painfully… mediocre that Antonio Salieri would start to absolve their sins.

Very rarely do I not finish games, especially after I’ve sunk nearly twenty hours into them, but I think an exception might be due for FF12.  I’m not sure I’ve had any fun with it since I first put the disk in the tray.

So, I’m back from the Camp Work Weekend, and it was great!  Lots of work complete!  Woo!  I’ll be back up there for the rest of the summer starting next Thursday, but don’t fret, comics will still be updating on a normal schedule!

As many of you guys already know, animals (mice, deer) often get in the way of my daily life and provide me with small doses of frustration.  Coming home from Camp on Sunday was no exception. My drive back to the city was suspended.

Suspended by…

cows.

This.  This is how you know you aren’t in the city anymore.