Thoughts on Final Fantasy IX

I just downloaded Final Fantasy IX off of PSN a week ago.  I had a copy of it back on the PSX; it was probably the first really big game I ever played, certainly the first RPG, and I remember really liking it back then, but replaying it now gives me a whole new appreciation for it, especially having played FFX and several other RPGs since then.

In Final Fantasy IX, the physical journeys the characters take mirror the journeys the characters take emotionally. All of the cast are constantly challenged. Vivi struggles with quesitons about his humanity and the meaning of his existance. Dagger is confronted with her lack of real world experience as she desires to help the people (her people) she feels like she has a duty to protect. Steiner is confronted with the possibility that the side he has sworn allegiance to and spent his life serving might not be the right one. And Zidane who has spent his life chasing girls and being irrelevant at the fringes of society, starts to develop a relationship with Dagger knowing the gulf that lies between the two, and is suddenly thrust into the role of a hero. All the rest of the characters also have their stories, and that's the important thing: you can generally tell what motivates the characters and what they are thinking. Alright, Vivi's dilemma is perhaps touched on a bit too repetitively, and sure, the characters could be a bit more nuanced, but the important thing is that the characters have at least something that defines each of them.

The whimsical feel, too, is something that no other Final Fantasy (that I've played) has, and it's really refreshing. Zidane is actually a protagonist hero that is actually eager to help, and who doesn't mope around all the time. The story has a lot of downer moments, but it also mixes in humour and a sense of adventure as well. The art in the game for everything other than any of the humanoid main characters (That's Dagger, Zidane, and Eiko, all of who look unappealing to me) is gorgeous. There's a sense of scale and history to every city and locale, and even though the streets aren't teeming with people, there's a lived in feel that makes the cities feel alive and dynamic. What also helps is the camera, which swoops in and out, which can start out really far away and then slowly zoom in, which is sometimes perched above and sometimes shoots from the side. This is the game that demonstrates the power that a camera on rails and at a distance and pre-rendered backgrounds can have over the standard over-the-shoulder third person viewpoint that every western RPG takes. The music is good, the mini-games are time sinks; thank god, also, that this game came before voice acting made its way into Final Fantasy games. I can't imagine any way that Vivi wouldn't become completely torturous if he were given a voice to what he says.

The battle system is incredibly slow, and stealing from bosses is a real pain, but in the end, it doesn't matter. Final Fantasy Versus XIII is not going to have many of the things I mentioned that make FF9 so enjoyable, but hopefully it approaches its greatness anyways.

Guilt and Education

Sometimes being on the internet makes me feel guilty.  Out there right now are TED talks, and free Berkeley lectures, Wikipedia articles, and programming tutorials of all types.  There's no need to pay money for a university education anymore; you could learn everything you'd ever want to online now.  Of course, libraries have made such information available to us for decades now, but now it's easier than ever.  And instead, I'm watching music videos on Youtube.  And I already have so much homework to do.  And I have to read up to chapter five of this novel by Monday.  And there's a hockey game on.  Ah well.

Bookmarks

     I used to have very few websites in my Bookmarks folder. Sites tended to either be visited daily, or just once, and I remembered the urls of the ones I frequented and simply typed them in. Then there was this Livejournal (yeah, I know) that gave tips about writing fantasy fiction. I had no interest in the fantasy genre, but the tips tended to center on characterization and setting and believability and stuff like that, and it was a good read. Then I stopped visiting that site for a while, and when I wanted to visit it again, I couldn’t remember the address. It took a good couple Google searches to relocate it, and then into my bookmarks folder it went. And I started bookmarking more stuff habitually. Today my bookmarks sprawl, downwards, outwards in folders, some sorted into categories (school, work, inspiration, music), some not. Books you read one at a time, so maybe you only need one bookmark, and it's static, the text never changes. I don't use physical bookmarks; when I stop reading, I try to mentally store the page number, then when I continue I flip through until the text stops being familiar. With websites, the content is dynamic, and scattered, and non-linear; a book you can point and say, yesterday I read chapters 3 to 6 and right now I'm up to page 227, but it's not so easy to retrace the reading you do in your daily internet surfing.

     People used to write articles about the corrupting influence of television, about a generation raised on passive and mindless and violent entertainment, instead of good solid parenting. Now that the internet has replaced TV as the dominant western entertainment medium for many, the passivity issue has been dropped, and now it’s an issue of how far down the rabbit hole your kids are. What types of sites are they’re seeing without YOUR knowledge? What influences are they getting? It’s harder to tell than it used to be, unregulated by daily timeslots. Just think about how many sites you can visit in 30 minutes, how many TVtropes or Wikipedia or Reddit or Snopes articles you can read through! The internet is making us consume more in terms of sheer text than ever before, but the text is spread out across different sources, some of it perhaps misspelled, some of it perhaps less meaningful. But I would think that the amount of text which we consume every single day far surpasses that of which was common if we were living a century earlier, even if much of it is less sorted, less organized, and less utilitarian. However else the internet may or may not fragment us, it certainly fragments our influences. We used to be able to look to a bookshelf for our inspiration and our knowledge, but now the internet is fulfilling that role more and more. Now, the amount of text that makes up just the URLs of the websites we visit each day might exceed the text we read from books. So that’s why I started bookmarking both sites I visited frequently, and also sites I found interesting or informative. It’s also why I started writing down the titles of the books I read.

     On the internet, our identities are boiled down to a profile page: a collection of interests, hobbies, favourite quotes, and the connections we have with other people. But that’s also sort of how we define ourselves: a collection of hopes and fears, the adjectives with which we try to embody, the different identities we align ourselves with, the people we know, where we are, where we want to be, and where we were. It’s important that we place markers to commemorate how we got to where we are, because that’s how we understand ourselves.

     Now I think I'm gonna reorganize my bookmarks.

First!