Category: Video Games

2078: Two FFXIV Ideas That Will Never Get Implemented (Probably)

 

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I haven't been playing Final Fantasy XIV all that much recently. This is partly down to the fact that I've been really enjoying the other stuff I've been playing, and also due to the fact that the current content is feeling a bit stale and stagnant; Heavensward came out quite a long time ago now, and aside from the introduction of raid dungeon Alexander (which proved to be a little underwhelming after the dramatic insanity of The Binding Coil of Bahamut) there hasn't been much new stuff introduced. Consequently, the grind to get other classes to level 60 — or to gear up my main class, for that matter — isn't feeling all that appealing right now, particularly as there really isn't a huge amount to do at level 60 at the moment: two dungeons, two Extreme boss fights, and Alexander in its Normal and Savage incarnations.

This, along with some of the other stuff I've been playing recently, got me thinking about ways the formula could be shaken up a little — partly to make the grind a bit more bearable, partly to make replays of old content a more attractive option, and partly to address some common complaints of certain aspects of the player base, specifically the lack of challenge in dungeons and the desire to show off your skills a bit more outside of the tippest-toppest highest-level content.

Final Fantasy XIV is heavily based on instanced content such as dungeons and boss fights, so I had an idle thought that the addition of two optional ways of playing this content would make the game interesting: specifically a Time Attack mode, which would reward those who can slice through a dungeon at high speed, and a Score Attack mode, which will encourage "full clears" of dungeons as well as skilful play.

I'm no game designer and I am under no illusions that these ideas would ever be implemented into the game, but I'll share my thinking for each mode, anyway.

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Added to the existing Duty Finder options — Undersized/Unsynced Party and Minimum Item Level — would be the options for Score Attack and Time Attack. You would only be able to challenge one or the other at a time, but there could potentially be some additional options such as difficulties, whether to run it with level/item level sync or not and so forth. (There could also perhaps be an additional option for a "Story" run, for those who want to enjoy dungeons for the first time as originally intended, which could perhaps make cutscenes unskippable, bosses untargetable until everyone is out of cutscenes and perhaps even force a minimum iLevel sync. Alternatively, not selecting Score or Time Attack could simply assume that the run is for "story" purposes, without the restrictions suggested above.)

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There are a few ways this could work. The simplest means would be for the party's clear time to be recorded, starting from when the barrier comes down at the outset of the dungeon and stopping when the dungeon's final boss is defeated. The final time would give the party as a whole a letter grade between, say, D and S — D being the worst, S being the best — and the rewards for the dungeon would be adjusted accordingly based on the grade attained.

Each player's best time is recorded, and this could provide additional incentives: perhaps a small extra reward if you beat your previous best, or leaderboards showing which players/parties/Free Companies/servers have cleared content most efficiently.

A second means of approaching this could be to give the party a fairly strict time limit countdown from when the dungeon starts, with time being extended by reaching checkpoints or defeating particular enemies. This provides the opportunity for failure — something which the game as a whole is lacking a bit, particularly in dungeons, where you can just respawn until the currently implemented and overly generous total time limit expires — as well as the chance to reward efficient play; again, the run should be concluded with some sort of rating system or bonus based on time remaining to encourage speedy runs.

My thinking behind this system is that there are already people who like to rush through dungeons as quickly as possible, and this often leads to conflict with people who aren't as confident or simply prefer to take things slowly. Providing a separate "mode" for those who like to speedrun — as well as incentives for everyone in the party to be on board with speedrunning the dungeon — would, I feel, alleviate at least a certain amount of this tension. Plus trying to beat your best times makes for an inherently satisfying means of rewarding replays of old content.

Score Attack

This would be a little more complex, but the basic principle is the same as outlined above: clear a dungeon, get a grade, adjust the rewards according to how good the grade was.

In this case, the grade would come from the total score the party attains in the dungeon. The score could change via any or all of the following possible events:

  • Dealing damage/overall DPS
  • Defeating an enemy
  • Overkilling an enemy (dealing more damage than necessary to knock its HP to 0)
  • Landing hits in rapid succession (skillchains)
  • Hitting multiple enemies at once with AoE skills
  • Tanks maintaining aggro
  • Losing points for non-tanks taking aggro
  • Clutch healing (i.e. the same circumstances where a well-timed heal increases the Limit gauge)
  • Using limit breaks
  • Finding treasures
  • Defeating bosses quickly

There could then be a number of point bonuses awarded, either at the end of the dungeon or at checkpoints (likely the bosses):

  • Time bonus according to how quickly the section/dungeon was cleared
  • Bonus according to the percentage of all enemies in the section/dungeon defeated (encouraging full clears)
  • Penalties for party KO's or failing to deal with boss mechanics properly
  • Bonuses for achieving specific goals such as overkills, enemies simultaneously defeated and the like

At the conclusion of the dungeon, the party receives a letter grade between D and S, with rewards increasing for better grades.

My thinking behind this mode is that it would force players to play in a slightly different way; it would require cooperation, players playing their job well and being more willing to be thorough about clearing a dungeon. Because well-geared players are less inclined to do full clears of dungeons, the rewards for performing well in Score Attack should provide sufficient incentive for them to play in this mode, since better gear will inevitably allow for the attainment of higher scores.

Someone out there doubtless has a compelling argument as to why both of these are stupid ideas — off the top of my head, perhaps the strongest argument against would be making something so "gamey" fit into the overall lore, though FFXIV isn't above a transparently shoehorned explanation or two here and there. (See: anything PvP; the Crystal Tower weekly quest; anything involving the Wandering Minstrel; the recent seasonal event in which you could meet the developers) To be clear, these are not by any means serious suggestions in the slightest. I do think they'd both be pretty fun, though — and they'd certainly get me pumped up to chase some high scores and best times.

2076: Sachi and the Maid's Burden

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Finished Sachi's route in The Fruit of Grisaia last night. Once again, this route proves to be significantly different in tone and theme than the others I've seen so far (Michiru's and Yumiko's) — it also felt like it was a bit longer, for reasons I'll get into later.

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2075: Where's the Luv for Muv-Luv?

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Yesterday, a new Kickstarter launched. This is nothing unusual in itself, particularly in the video games space, but the subject matter of the Kickstarter was. Specifically, it was a Kickstarter to localise Muv-Luv, a popular Japanese series of visual novels that originally appeared in 2003 and subsequently spawned a number of sequels, manga and anime spinoffs as well as a ton of merchandise.

Since its original release, Muv-Luv in its various incarnations has been extremely well-regarded, and it's probably not unfair to say the series as a whole is an influential, culturally significant work; some even credit it with the creation of the popular "Moe Military" trend most recently seen in shows like Girls und Panzer and Kantai Collection.

The localisation of Muv-Luv  is Kind of a Big Deal, then, particularly as it's gone un-localised for so long — officially, anyway; fan translations have been around for a while, but the legality of these is always questionable, particularly as enthusiasts sometimes turn to piracy in order to acquire the game in order to patch it, and in some cases the fan-translated version is even illegally distributed with the original game files included. The launch of this Kickstarter is significant in that it aims to bring a well-established, important series to the West officially and with the full cooperation of the original development team.

What's even more significant about the Kickstarter is that approximately six hours after it launched yesterday, it had already smashed through its initial $250,000 funding goal. At the time of writing, still less than 24 hours since the campaign launched, it's sitting at $313,571: well on the way to its first stretch goal of new CGs, music and unlockable content at $400,000, and putting Android and Vita ports within reach at $500,000. There are 39 days still to go on the campaign, and the excitement of enthusiasts is palpable.

And yet…

Nothing about this on Kotaku, a gaming site that has "otaku" as part of its name.

Nothing on Gamespot, one of the biggest gaming sites in the world, either; the site's last use of the word "luv" was for a Nintendo 64 game. That's three console generations ago.

The only mentions of it on Eurogamer are forum threads about the Japanese charts.

No mention of it at all on USgamer, even with their supposed experts on Japanese games and visual novels in residence.

And nothing on the behemoth that is IGN.

This isn't to say that Muv-Luv's Kickstarter success hasn't been reported anywhere, of course; specialist Japanese sites such as Siliconera, Gematsu and Crunchyroll have all posted stories about the campaign, and social media has been abuzz with talk of the series, too.

But, as we've seen above, nothing at all on the biggest, most recognisable sites in the world — even those known to have writers on staff who are interested in Japanese games.

There's an argument, of course, that Muv-Luv is niche interest and consequently not worth covering on these sites because there wouldn't be significant interest. To that I would point out that on the front page of Eurogamer there is currently a story about a showering simulator getting banned from Twitch, on Kotaku there is a story about a Steam game called The Flame in the Flood that you probably haven't heard of… IGN, meanwhile, has a story about a spoon that can take selfies... a story that turns out to be a video, as is so frequently and frustratingly the case these days.

In other words, "niche interest" shouldn't be a barrier to coverage if that sort of stuff gets written about. And it could be argued without too much difficulty that Muv-Luv is of greater "importance" to the interactive entertainment medium as a whole than some showering simulator. (Seriously?)

Unfortunately, this is pretty much par for the course, it seems. Here's what, by way of example, Kotaku had to say about previous culturally significant visual novel localisation projects The Fruit of Grisaia ($475,255 raised via Kickstarter, plus subsequent sales on Steam and Denpasoft) and Clannad ($541,161 raised via Kickstarter):

Yep, sweet FA aside from a couple of offhand mentions of their anime adaptations.

I know exactly why this is, of course: Muv-Luv, Clannad and The Fruit of Grisaia are all seen as "too small" to be of interest to the broad, general audience of a site like Kotaku or Gamespot, and perhaps there's a point there: Muv-Luv has reportedly sold approximately half a million copies to date in Japan (plus over three million pieces of merchandise), which is small fry compared to today's heavy-hitters. And yet there's a bit of a paradox here: these sites have the reach and influence to make more people aware of these works — which are well-established as being of particularly high quality as well as culturally significant on their home turf — but instead they choose to focus on other things, be it predictable clickbait articles about whichever big-budget game has come out this week, or pieces about whatever the current indie gaming flavour of the month is.

Even so, and even taking into account the limited amount of time a games journalist has to report on the news each day — something which I know about first-hand, remember — it's kind of a shame that the impressive success of this campaign and others like it haven't even been acknowledged by the bigger, more mainstream sites. And yet they'll take the time to complain about the Sorceress' tits in Dragon's Crown, or how Omega Labyrinth only appeals to kiddy-fiddlers, or how Senran Kagura is a game about nothing but breasts.

It's little wonder that fans of Japanese games — and many gamers in general, for that matter — are turning their back on the games press of today.

2072: Storybook Day

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In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "A Storybook Day."

You have to spend one day as or with your favorite fictional character. Which one would it be and what would you do?

[NB: I am aware this is dangerously close to fanfiction territory, but whatever. Deal with it.]

Sometimes, you know before anything has happened that it's going to be a peculiar day.

As odd circumstances go, suddenly waking up face-down on a hard floor, the sounds of civilisation and industry mingling somewhere in the distance, is probably near the top of the "most peculiar" list. And this is how my day began.

I open my eyes and groggily get to my knees. I seem to be in an alleyway, and there's no-one else around. That would explain why no-one had come to my aid, then; I would have thought that a grown man lying face-down in the street would attract at least a little attention, but this makes a certain degree of sense. Not much, but a little, anyway.

My muscles expressing their displeasure at being disturbed from their slumber, I unsteadily brace myself against one of the alley's walls and get to my feet. I seem to be facing a dead end of some sort; the alley doesn't have much in the way of distinguishing features, aside from a couple of doors that look like fire escapes, and a dumpster or two towards the end. The alley itself abruptly ends at a strangely metallic wall.

"Stop right there!"

A feminine, assertive voice comes from somewhere behind me. I jerk upright, suddenly feeling a lot more awake than I was just seconds ago.

"Don't move!"

I want to look over my shoulder. There's something familiar about that voice.

"Um," is all I can say. Somehow words seem to be failing me.

"Oooh!" comes another feminine voice, this one energetic and somewhat childish, from somewhere behind me. "Wassat?"

"My, my," comes yet another woman's voice, this one sounding somewhat more… regal, distinguished? "Isn't this peculiar?"

I clear my throat and try, once again, to speak.

"I'm, uh," I begin. "I'm not going to hurt anyone. I don't think I'm really in a position to do so, from the sound of things."

"Turn around," says the first voice. It seems to be quavering slightly, but it's only barely perceptible. "Slowly!"

I comply with the order and turn to face the ones who discovered me. I give a start as I see who I'm confronted with.

One young woman, clad in a short blue skirt, cropped top and stockings, is pointing at me with an aggressive look on her face. Her twin black ponytails are flapping in the slight breeze. Behind her is a tall, older-looking blonde woman with a calm, gentle expression on her face. And standing at her side, fists clenched and knees slightly bent in a stereotypical expression of excitement and curiosity, is a young-looking purple-haired girl who appears to be wearing a hoodie as a dress, paired with striped thigh-high socks and sneakers. I know without looking closely that her hoodie is tied up with HDMI cables.

I instinctively bow my head, because it feels like the right thing to do.

"Goddesses," I say, trying to sound humble. "It's an honour to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, buddy boy!" pipes up the purple-haired young girl before the twintailed girl has a chance to respond. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I wish I knew," I say. "I just sort of woke up here."

The twintailed girl is still pointing at me and looks like she's about to speak, but this time she's interrupted by the blonde woman's gentle tones.

"Hmm, we did wonder what had happened," she says. "Histoire mentioned some sort of strange energy from this region, and here you are."

I couldn't even begin to guess why I would be the source of a "strange energy", but given that I'm standing face-to-face with three women I've only previously seen through a computer screen, I feel something very odd may have happened.

This time I'm the one to interrupt the twintailed girl just before she gets something out of her mouth.

"Lady Noire," I say. "Lady Black Heart," I correct myself. "I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I'm kind of at your mercy here."

Noire seems to shiver and then falter slightly, still pointing at me. I swear her cheeks blush slightly. Neptune, the purple-haired girl, gives a slight snicker and digs the blonde woman Vert in the ribs with her elbow.

"Here it comes," she says in a stage whisper just loud enough for everyone to hear. Noire apparently ignores her.

"W-well," she says. "Perhaps you'd better come back to the Basilicom and we can figure this out. But don't misunderstand! I-it's not like I'm doing this for you or anything! I just want to find out why a stranger suddenly appeared in my city!"

Giving Neptune a knowing smile and a nod, Vert moves aside to make room for me to pass, and I step out onto the streets of Lastation.

"So that is the long and short of it," says the tiny girl perched precariously on a floating book. "It will take about three days to make the preparations." Her facial expression doesn't change, but for some reason I find myself thinking of an exaggerated emote as she speaks.

"Three days?" says Noire.

"Yes," says Histoire, the tiny girl, whom I already know is a "tome". "Although this individual has brought a substantial quantity of Shares into this dimension, it will still take time for the–"

"Yada, yada, yada," says Neptune. "We got three days to go out and play!" She grabs me forcefully by the hand and starts to drag me out of the Basilicom, a large church-like structure that acts as Noire's home, office and base of operations.

"W-wait!" says Noire, her voice oddly high-pitched. "We still don't know anything about him! You shouldn't just go off with him by yourself!"

"Who said anything about going on my lonesome?" says Neptune. "You're coming out to play, too, Lonely Heart. It's about time you had a break! I swear, you'd be working through the night if your body didn't shut itself down every so often!"

"I concur," replies Vert. "After all the strange happenings recently, I feel we could all do with some rest and relaxation."

Noire puts her hands on her hips and looks like she's about to object, but thinks better of it at the last moment.

"F-fine," she says. "I can take a little time off, I guess. You are all visiting, after all."

An hour later, I'm sitting at the head of a table with an array of colourful women. Noire is sitting to my left, Neptune to my right. Then, moving around the table, there's Neptune's little sister Nepgear; the sullen face — currently buried in a book, ignoring the situation — of Blanc; Blanc's twin sisters Rom and Ram, the former of whom is looking very uncomfortable indeed; then Vert, who is wearing a borderline-indecent dress that shows off her considerable cleavage to great effect; and finally Noire's sister Uni, who keeps giving her older sibling and Neptune furtive glances.

"I don't understand what's going on really," bellows Neptune in what she clearly thinks is an authoritative tone, before indicating me with a wave of her hand, "but Mr. Dude here is our guest! So let's show him how we have a good time! And you know what that means — pudding!"

On cue, several waiters — whose faces I, strangely, seem to forget the moment I look away from them — put a selection of large dishes on the table, each full of a colourful pudding of some description.

"I-is this all pudding…?" says Noire slightly uneasily.

"Yes!" cries Neptune, throwing her hands in the air and accidentally tossing the spoon she'd picked up so hard into the air that it embeds into the ceiling. "We've got strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, dogoo and lamb with rosemary!"

Noire doesn't look convinced of the nutritional value of our dinner, but chooses to say nothing further. Neptune, meanwhile is clearly excited about it, and it's hard not to go along with the sheer amount of energy she seems to exude at all times.

"Dig in!" she cries.

The three days pass far too quickly for my liking; a blur of pudding meals, trips to the local chocolate cake shop, multiplayer tournaments on slightly twisted versions of video games I recognise from my own dimension and some truly baffling conversations with the goddesses.

"I wish I could stay here," I say to Noire as we both look out over Lastation from the balcony of her Basilicom. We'd both stepped out for a little air — and to get away from Neptune's vacillations over what we should all do next, to be honest.

"Hm," she says quietly, not turning in my direction. Her attitude towards me seems to have softened somewhat in the last few days; gone is the prickly, defensive young woman who confronted me in the alleyway, and taking her place is someone who seems to be strong, but carrying around a faint air of melancholy.

It's silent for a moment; all I can hear is the faint throb of industrial machinery off in the distance. Then Noire turns to me.

"I think you'd like it here," she says to me with a gentle smile, a slight flush in her cheeks. "And believe me, we're all truly grateful for your faith in all of us. We get really competitive over the Shares, but it's rare to find someone who has such value for all of us."

I smile wryly.

"Is that all I am to you, Lady Noire?" I ask. "A fountain of Shares?"

"N-no!" she says hastily, her cheeks blushing even redder. "Y-yes! No! I…"

Her shoulders slump slightly and she closes her eyes for a moment. After a moment's quiet, she begins to speak, her eyes still closed.

"You don't belong here," she says. "I… kind of wish you did, but you don't. There are people waiting for you, aren't there…?"

"Yes," I admit.

"Then you should go back to them," she says, opening her eyes and smiling softly. "We'll always be here for you, even if we're not standing right in front of you."

I smile back at Noire.

"And I'll be here for you," I say. "You'll always have my Shares." Hesitantly, I reach out my hand and pat Noire on the head, ruffling her hair slightly. She doesn't object, thankfully.

I turn around from the balcony to go back indoors and am unsurprised to see Vert, Neptune and Blanc crowding around the doorframe, clearly watching what has been unfolding with great interest. Neptune gives me a thumbs-up and an enthusiastic nod of the head. Noire doesn't appear to have noticed her observers yet, and I feel I probably shouldn't point it out to them.

I turn back to Noire.

"Lady Noire?" I say.

"Hm?" she says absently.

"I'll miss you," I reply. In an uncharacteristically assertive display of affection, I take her in my arms and hug her.

"Wh-what are you…" she objects initially, but after a moment I feel her shoulders relax and her own arms reach around my back. We stay like that for a moment. I glance over to the doorframe and see Neptune giving Vert a silent high-five. I can't help but smile.

"Thank you," says Noire. "Don't forget us,"

"I don't think you have to worry about that," I say. And I mean it.

The journey back was surprisingly simple. Histoire gave a technical explanation that Nepgear did her best to expand upon, but it frankly went in one ear and out the other. All I really had to do was stand before the Sharicite crystal and wait for Histoire to do her thing; she was waiting for "dimensional alignment" or something.

I faced my friends, who had assembled in the doorway to see me off. It was strange; these people had been "friends" to me long before I'd ever met them face-to-face, and so parting from them now, while sad, didn't hurt as much as it could have done. I knew that when I got home I could see them again any time I wanted; it wouldn't quite be the same as the experience I'd just been through, of course, but it was good enough for me. And I had a strange feeling that even if dimensions of time and space separated us, they'd all be able to make good use of the Shares I contributed.

As the Sharicite chamber fills with a brilliant white light, I raise my hand in farewell.

"Bye," I say. It doesn't feel quite like enough, but it also doesn't really feel like goodbye.

"Bye-bye!" cries Neptune, followed by a slightly subdued chorus of farewells from the other goddesses and Candidates.

The light intensifies until I can't see anything any more. I close my eyes. Then, I feel the light replaced by blackness.

There's a strange chiming noise. I open my eyes again. I'm sitting up. Wherever I am, it's dark, save for a small sign up in the upper-right field of my vision.

"You have earned a trophy!" it says.

2071: Eschatos

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The other day, I talked a bit about shoot 'em up Cardinal Sins. Today, I've been spending some time with its follow-up (or, more accurately, the follow-up to Judgement Silversword) Eschatos.

Eschatos is very obviously cut from the same cloth as its predecessors, since it plays almost identically. Its main difference is the fact that it's a considerably more technically advanced game, boasting dynamic camera angles, full 3D polygonal graphics and all manner of other goodies. It's not the most stunning game you'll ever see, but it looks good for a game of this type, and it runs gloriously smoothly, which is of vital importance to the genre.

(At least, the original Xbox 360 version of Eschatos runs gloriously smoothly; at the time of writing the newly translated PC version has some framerate issues on nVidia cards, but the devs are working on resolving this.)

Eschatos is a shoot 'em up that understands that shoot 'em ups should be thrilling theme park rides: exciting and surprising at first, predictable after a few goes. That "predictable" part is important: the essence of getting good at a game of this type is learning what the game is going to throw at you and then dealing with it accordingly, which is something you can only do with practice.

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Eschatos makes the learning process quite straightforward by splitting each of its stages into areas, and each of its areas into waves. In order to get the best scores, you need to completely clear waves in succession (which increases your score multiplier) as quickly as possible (which nets you a time bonus, multiplied by your multiplier). Even boss encounters are broken down in this way, making it relatively straightforward to learn what to expect, with the challenge then coming from correctly and consistently dealing with it.

It's particularly nice to note that the scoring system is easy to understand and parse, even on the game's "Advanced" mode; having largely come to modern shoot 'em ups through Cave games, which tend to have some of the most complicated scoring mechanics known to man, this is a very pleasant surprise indeed, because it makes it easy to understand how to get better at the game: destroy more stuff more quickly, simple as that. (This is where someone chimes in and points out it's actually much more complicated than that, naturally…)

I'm a fan. I must confess the 360 version had been on my shelf for a while unplayed, but the event release of the Steam version (and the realisation it could do with a patch) inspired me to dig it out again. I'm once again reminded that Japanese devs really are the masters of their craft… and, apparently, of glorious FM synthesis music that sounds like it's straight out of a Mega Drive game.

Time to go chase some high scores!

2069: Cardinal Sins

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In between some lengthy Grisaia sessions today — I'm tackling Michiru's route now, and my goodness is there going to be a lot to talk about there — I decided to check out some shoot 'em ups that hit Steam the other day: Eschatos and Judgement Silversword, previously available on Xbox 360 and, in the case of Judgement Silversword, the WonderSwan Color, of all things.

Judgement Silversword comes with a spinoff game called Cardinal Sins, and it's actually that I've spent the most time playing today. Cardinal Sins takes the basic gameplay of Judgement Silversword and, instead of pushing you through a sequence of stages with difficulty that gradually ramps up (with a few big spikes along the way, if the first boss is anything to go by!) it challenges you to complete various objectives in the stage.

The game is themed around the Seven Deadly Sins, with each of the seven stages being named after one of them and providing you with a different means of attaining a strong grade or "judgement" at the end of the game. The first stage Envy, for example, tasks you with simply destroying as many enemies as possible, with your grade dependent on the percentage of all the available enemies you destroyed. Sloth, meanwhile, tasks you with simply grabbing as many extra life pickups as you can (and you can destroy them, so you have to actually ease off the shooting a bit), while Greed tasks you with "gathering data" on enemies by fulfilling various hidden conditions.

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Greed is perhaps the most interesting of the stages as well as the most thematically appropriate, because getting too greedy for the "data" will result in your untimely destruction; instead, you need to learn moderation (or at least master the peculiar "shield" ability your ship has, which allows you to cancel bullets, but only from the front of your ship) in order to succeed.

After Greed comes Pride, where your job is to raise your score multiplier to x100 by destroying enemies as efficiently as possible — your multiplier increases by one for every enemy destroyed, but also drops by one every second or so. Following this is Lust, where you must clear as many enemy waves as possible; Gluttony, where you must destroy enemies for collectibles; and finally Wrath, where you are graded according to how many times your ship is destroyed during a horrid boss fight.

Interestingly, Cardinal Sins doesn't kick you out to a Game Over screen if you run out of lives at any point; you always play through the seven levels in order, with your lives being reset at the start of each stage. Run out of lives and you simply get a "failing" F-grade on that stage, but you can carry on. There's incentive not to do this, however; get through all the stages without any failures and you'll be presented with the final battle, initially against a series of small but strong bullet-spewing enemies, and subsequently against a larger version with some seriously unpleasant bullet patterns to fend off. Only by defeating this "Mirror of Cardinal Sins" can you clear the game and sit back with a satisfied expression on your face.

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I really like this game for a number of reasons. Firstly, it's nice to play a game that is genuinely retro rather than the fashionable faux-retro of much of the indie scene today; the game features some simple but deliciously crunchy chiptune music and sound effects as well as some limited but effective and clear visuals.

Secondly, it's damn fun. The difference in structure from the usual shoot 'em up format of "survive as long as you can" makes it immediately stand out for me, and I'm a sucker for anything with an interesting grading and scoring system.

Thirdly, I'd never heard of it before, and now it's on Steam a whole bunch of newcomers — including me — will get to experience it for the first time, along with its companion game Judgement Silversword and its pseudo-sequel Eschatos.

With Cave shoot 'em ups apparently on the way to PC via Steam soon, it's starting to look increasingly likely I can finally retire the Xbox 360, which had previously been my shmup machine due to Japan's bizarre rejection of the platform for everything except fantastic arcade shooters.

2067: Yumiko

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Spoilers for not-quite-all of Yumiko's route of The Fruit of Grisaia ahead!

When we're first introduced to Sakaki Yumiko in the common route of The Fruit of Grisaia, it's clear that she is both troubled and likely to be trouble for Yuuji. When Yuuji first tries to introduce himself to her, she initially tries to ignore him, and subsequently tries to slap him when he persists. This eventually escalates into her lashing out at him with a box cutter whenever she sees him, a fact which Yuuji's fellow students just shrug off as being "something she does", because they've all been through it too. Yuuji, being a certified badass, shrugs off Yumiko's attacks without injury easily, and eventually they stop altogether, though she still proves herself to be a prickly individual who is generally unwilling to interact with others.

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Except it's not that simple. Throughout the common route, Yumiko can often be found lurking on the periphery of the rest of the group's social activities; they're all aware of her and take care not to exclude her, but they also don't try to force her to participate in anything. It's clear that even if she doesn't show it on her face or through her behaviour, she finds comfort in being around people who care for her and are considerate of her feelings. Even the foul-mouthed Makina proves herself to be enormously perceptive of Yumiko's personality traits, accurately "reading her thoughts" in one particularly memorable scene.

In the common route, we're given a teaser of what has made Yumiko as withdrawn, sullen and prone to lashing out as she is — it's clearly to do with her father. Upon returning from a shopping trip to the town, a number of the group report a suspicious-looking black car outside the station, though those who have been at the school longer know that this is a sign that Yumiko's father is coming to inspect the school, which it seems he financed and had built. Yumiko, meanwhile, refuses to see her father, instead preferring to watch his cursory inspection of the school grounds from the dormitory rooftop; it's clear that he's not really inspecting anything, but is instead hoping that he might be able to get through to his daughter.

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When Yumiko's route proper starts, we're given a bit more information about Yumiko's father, who has already been suggested to be a not very nice person. Indeed, early in Yumiko's route, we're given a third-person scene (i.e. protagonist Yuuji isn't present for it) in which we see Yuuji's handler JB and Yumiko's father discussing how they might get Yumiko to come back to her family and be prepared to take over the family railway business. Yumiko, until now, has been having none of this, of course, and so her father resorts to desperate measures, requesting that JB assign Yuuji to bodyguard duty for Yumiko and then arranging for her to be attacked and abducted. What he didn't count on is that Yuuji is more than capable of taking care of a few hired thugs, particularly as they had been specifically instructed not to actually harm Yumiko — at least initially.

Yumiko is initially resistant to Yuuji guarding her, insisting that "it's not as though [her] life's anything worth protecting", and that she "doesn't particularly mind if someone does come for [her]". The initial attack from her father's men puts her somewhat on her guard, though, and from that point on she is less resistant to Yuuji's efforts to protect her, and gradually softens towards him over time, eventually developing feelings for him because she's come to rely on his protection — a feeling of safety and security that she's never enjoyed before.

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Yuuji, being a stubborn idiot prone to inadvertently annoying women with non-deliberate insensitive comments, of course, doesn't notice that Yumiko has started to feel something for him — or refuses to admit that this might be a possibility, at least — but sticks beside her "because it's [his] job". When JB pulls him off the case at the request of Yumiko's father, he is somewhat surprised to receive a direct request from Yumiko to continue working as her bodyguard in a private capacity.

On one excursion, the heavens open and Yuuji and Yumiko find themselves trapped under a bridge in a torrential downpour. Something doesn't seem right about Yumiko's behaviour to Yuuji, and it's not long before things come to a head; a thunderclap and flash of lightning absolutely terrify Yumiko, who crumples into Yuuji's arms in an uncharacteristic display of weakness, fragility and reliance on others. Having already come this far in showing her fragile side to Yuuji, she then relates the story of how she came to be the person she is today, and what she is doing at the mysterious school.

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Yumiko's mother was the daughter of a pair of struggling business owners. She married into the Sakaki family primarily for financial and political reasons, and bore Yumiko as the family's only child. Being a girl, Yumiko was an immediate disappointment to the family, who had been hoping for a son and heir apparent, but Yumiko's mother was much too weak to survive another pregnancy, and eventually succumbed to a debilitating psychological disorder that saw her and Yumiko retreat back to the countryside and her family home. She was hospitalised, and Yumiko was left to live with her grandparents, who resented her existence because she was a symbol of their failing business, and how they wouldn't be able to rely on the support of the Sakaki family forever.

Yumiko tried to stay positive amid this bleak situation, but the youthful joy she once had at the simple sight of a passing dog eventually gave way to bitterness and resentment. Her only outlet was her neighbour, who had formerly been employed by her grandparents as a servant, but now continued to help them out for free. Yumiko was the only one to show her gratitude, and she resented her grandparents for taking advantage of her right up until her death — a feeling shared by her daughter and son-in-law.

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Her hospitalised mother gradually comes to show an improvement, eventually reaching a point where it looks like she's going to be discharged from hospital, but suffers a catastrophic relapse upon hearing the news that her husband — Yumiko's father — had taken a mistress in her absence, and said mistress had borne him a son.

A year passes, and Yumiko's bitterness grows, since her mother had relapsed so severely that she couldn't even remember anything about her family. She had no-one to rely on, no-one to talk to, no friends, which is why when her father's aides come to collect her from her grandparents' house — bearing the offer "if you let me have Yumiko back, I'll continue supporting your family and your business" — she jumps at the opportunity.

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Initially resenting her father for the anguish he caused her and her mother, Yumiko eventually softens towards him as he appears to be making a genuine effort to reconnect with his daughter. It eventually transpires that he is only doing this because his illegitimate son died and his mistress abandoned him shortly afterwards, leaving Yumiko once again as the only potential heir to his business. Feeling a familiar, growing sense of rage at this, Yumiko is in a fragile mental state and is pushed over the edge when she overhears one of her classmates speaking untruths about her.

Prior to this, she had taken to expressing her anger through destruction. "The clicking of the blade emerging from its sheath," she relates. "The sound of something once whole being severed apart. Those had become calming sounds to me. How wonderful would it be if I could slice away my femininity with a single box cutter? How wonderful would it be if I could sever my fate with the touch of a blade? How wonderful would it be if one movement of my hand could cut me free of all the troubles that coiled around me and choked the air from my lungs?"

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The first thing she destroys is her long, black hair; an attempt to "slice away her femininity" and look more like a boy — a largely successful effort, though one that causes people to shy away from her even more than normal. Later, she destroys her artwork and the diary in which she had written down all the growing positive thoughts she had been feeling as she had mistakenly thought her father truly loved her.

And ultimately, the event which sees her totally severing her ties to her old life: she stabs her classmate, whom she had previously thought was a friend, but who had turned out to be just as much of a turncoat as everyone else in her life.

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Yumiko escaped a criminal conviction for her violent outburst, because money can make anything go away, and her father knew that very well indeed. Knowing that the situation couldn't continue in the way it had been, however, he offloads her onto Mihama Academy, where she meets Yuuji, and her life undergoes some considerable changes once again.

When Yuuji ends up injured in the line of duty protecting her, Yumiko is wracked with guilt, not just at the trouble she's embroiled Yuuji in, but at how much she's hurt her other classmates too. This guilt eventually manifests itself in her deliberately allowing herself to be taken away by her fathers men and capitulating to whatever demands he might have — which turn out to be her attendance at a school in America, far away from anywhere she could possibly become a problem.

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Yumiko's father doesn't count on Yuuji's stubbornness, though; spurred into action by a text message from Yumiko apologising for a situation that is in no way her fault, he eventually rescues her following a dramatic chase, and the two of them begin a life on the run, during which period they both eventually manage to admit their feelings for one another — though it takes Yumiko essentially sexually assaulting Yuuji in the middle of the night to spur the latter into action and contemplate that she might actually possibly maybe be interested in him.

Yumiko and Yuuji making love for the first time — and, for that matter, the subsequent time, during which she admits that she "doesn't dislike" playing a submissive, masochistic role — is a turning point for Yumiko in particular, and to a lesser extent for Yuuji. Yuuji reveals that he has some sexual experience thanks to sex workers that were laid on for him in a previous assignment, but comes to realise that sexual intimacy with someone you truly care about is on a whole other level of pleasure. Yumiko, meanwhile, allows this ultimate expression of intimacy as a means of demonstrating that she trusts Yuuji absolutely; the pair of them continually push the boundaries with each other to see how far they will each go, and it turns out that they both feel absolutely comfortable with one another after all the time they have spent together.

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Yumiko's growth is pretty touching to see, but tragic at the same time. On more than one occasion, she ponders whether it's acceptable for her to be happy, or whether she "deserves" it. Yuuji has to admonish her several times for apologising when it's not necessary, though she does the same for him too; eventually the two settle into a pattern of gratitude for one another, neither of them quite sure how to deal with having been alone for so long and now having another person to take into consideration.

I haven't quite finished Yumiko's route as yet, but I'm excited to see how it concludes. There's been plenty of drama and touching, emotional moments so far, and the whole thing is clearly building towards what I hope will be a satisfying final confrontation with her father. I'll just have to wait and see how that pans out!

2066: Reflections on Grisaia's Common Route

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I've finally reached the end of the rather lengthy common route in The Fruit of Grisaia, and so it's on to the unique routes for each of the main cast members. I've decided to explore them in the order Yumiko > Michiru > Sachi > Makina > Amane so as to save my favourite heroine for last, but this also apparently works out quite well narrative-wise, since Makina and Amane's routes sound as if they are more important with regard to the series' overall continuity.

I've already started on Yumiko's route, but haven't read enough to be able to comment on it with any particular authority as yet, so I will save that for another time. Instead, I wanted to reflect a little on the common route, since it was very enjoyable in its own right.

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The Fruit of Grisaia's common route is actually more of a collection of short stories loosely organised into chronological order to allow for references to past events and a certain degree of character growth as the chapters proceed. By the time you reach the decision points that determine which unique route you'll be proceeding down, you'll have a pretty firm understanding of all the characters on at least a superficial level, plus astute observers will have picked up a few hints as to what their own personal stories will be all about.

Aside from the overall development, though, each chapter of Grisaia is pretty much a self-contained story in its own right. They open with protagonist Yuuji delivering some philosophical narration about the situation, then the scene itself unfolding, then Yuuji wrapping things up with some conclusions from his own perspective. It's a structure that works well, and it keeps things moving along; none of the chapters feel like they particularly drag, even though there's not a lot of "action" in the whole common route, and the tone bounces around between comedic, romantic, dramatic and tragic between different chapters, giving you a chance to see all of the characters respond to various situations and understand them as people rather than archetypes.

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And that's quite a key point, as I've mentioned in previous posts on the subject: none of the characters in Grisaia quite conform to the stereotypes you're clearly supposed to think of when you first see them. Amane's onee-san act is stymied by her Kansai coarseness; Makina's loli appearance belies a foul mouth that would make the dirtiest of dirty old men blush; Sachi's compliant nature and habitually calm tone of voice makes it all the more surprising when she comes out with a surprisingly cutting remark; Michiru is fully aware of the fact that her tsundere personality is a deliberate act, as is everyone else; and Yumiko… well, of the lot of them, she, so far, appears to have so far been the one who conforms most to her stereotype, but she's also the character whom Yuuji has had the most difficulty connecting, so I don't doubt we'll learn more about her in her unique route.

Peppered throughout the common route's short stories are little hints and clues about the cast's histories, though nothing is quite made explicit until towards the end of the common route, and even then there are still a lot of mysteries. Who is Yuuji, for example? What is his mysterious "job" that he keeps referring to? What is his connection with the school and its principal? Yuuji represents probably the most intriguing mystery of the lot, but the other cast members all clearly have their own skeletons in the closet, too.

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But because those skeletons are all rather personal to the individual characters, they're left to be explored in their personal routes, leaving the common route free to let its hair down a bit and indulge in some light-heartedness such as the obligatory "beach episode" (which features a hilariously filthy scene between Sachi and Michiru) as well as everyday happenings around the school that give us an ideal of who these characters are and how they relate to one another. It's a close-knit bunch that starts to feel rather like family after a while — an observation that several characters comment on a few times.

So far, then, the common route has thoroughly enraptured me in the world of The Fruit of Grisaia and smitten me with its characters — all of them, too, which is nice; usually in this sort of setup there's at least one cast member that, even if I don't actively dislike them, I feel as if I like less than the others — and I'm very much looking forward to seeing how their stories unfold. And, from there, the fact that there are two sequels to look forward to at some point down the road makes me very happy indeed.

2065: Some Thoughts for Critics

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Hi critics of the world. I'm going to try and keep my anger in check today, but I'm making no promises, because this heap of crap from (once?) respected critic Jim Sterling was brought to my attention earlier today.

I don't want to dwell on Sterling's piece specifically too much because, to be honest, there's even less substance there than there was in this piece for Vice UK a little while back. Instead I want to talk about a more general philosophy that I think would be of benefit to everyone: critics involved in the industry, PR representatives whose job it is to get the word out about their clients' games, the developers and publishers of said games and, of course, the various audiences who are interested in all the different types of games out there.

It's actually a pretty simple philosophy, and it would go a long way towards preventing me from ever having to write another post like this, which, to be perfectly honest, I would be very happy about.

It goes like this: if you're not going to give something a chance, I'd rather you simply didn't cover it at all than spew ill-informed nonsense.

It makes perfect sense, surely: you don't have to write about something you personally find repugnant/offensive/boring/unengaging/rubbish; PR representatives don't have to look at the pipes in their ceiling and wonder if they can support the weight of a dangling human body; developers and publishers get their creative efforts into the hands of people who will actually respect their work, even if it's not "flawless" (and nothing is flawless); and audiences aren't belittled by people branding things they enjoy with pejorative statements.

You'd think it'd be that simple. You'd think that, with all the diversity in the modern gaming landscape, that supposedly respected critics like Jim Sterling and Mike Diver would recognise that something like Senran Kagura 2 is not going to interest them in the slightest, and, rather than posting provocative nonsense on the Internet about them, which only has the effect of riling fans up and cementing the attitudes of the prejudiced, they would simply move on to something that they are willing to engage with, that they are willing to explore in detail, that they are willing to do justice to.

Because coverage such as the pieces from Sterling and Diver recently — and God knows, there's a bunch more of crap like this out there — helps no-one, not even the critics themselves. In demonstrating a clear unwillingness to even attempt to engage with a work they find personally objectionable, they undermine their credibility in the eyes of people who are interested in it. Note: this doesn't necessarily mean that the people who are interested in it like it — there are plenty of Senran Kagura fans out there who prefer the Vita and PS4 games to the 3DS installments, for example — but rather, it just means that the critics in question become someone whom those audience members will not trust the opinions of in future.

As I say, this is easy to do. I don't like Call of Duty and Battlefield, so you know what? I don't talk about them at all, except on the occasions where I've decided to give them a try just to ensure that I really do dislike them and I'm not just against them because they're popular. I don't understand in-depth strategy games — I wouldn't say I dislike them, because I'm often enamoured with the concepts, I just don't "get" them — so, you know what? I don't talk about them, either, because I can't do justice to them. I don't like Dota 2, so you know what? Of course you do by now.

The only reason that critics like this put out pieces like they have done recently is to get a reaction. And it pisses me off that it works. In an ideal world, we would be able to ignore this sort of thing, and I would love to do that, but as I've commented previously, the world we live in right now means that it's important to call attention to bad practice like this, because there's not enough in the way of high-profile good practice to counteract the damage that bad critics like this are doing. Sure, there are sites like Niche Gamer, Operation Rainfall and the like who give this sort of thing a fair chance — as well as following the eminently sensible idea of having specialist writers rather than generalists attempting to cover everything and doing justice to nothing — but their reach is still limited compared to more well-established, profitable, commercial sites like Vice and high-profile Patreon beneficiaries like Sterling.

As I said before, it's important to fight. I'd love to see outlets like Niche Gamer and OpRainfall grow into sites that can truly compete with the big boys, but I can't help thinking before that happens there really needs to be a dramatic shift in how content is produced for the Web, and how people pay for it. Because it all comes down to clickbait; Sterling's piece today is provocative nonsense, pure and simple, designed to rile up the Senran Kagura fanbase and allow those who dislike Senran Kagura the opportunity to laugh at their expense. And the only reason he felt it was appropriate to publish this — much as Vice thought it was appropriate to publish that pile of crap the other day — is because it would get people to click on it. Well, great job at being a critic. Ebert would be proud.

To summarise: if you don't think you can do justice to something, or feel unwilling to put in the effort to engage with something on anything more than a superficial level, do us all a favour and don't cover it. There's plenty of other stuff out there that needs your attention, so rather than wasting everyone's time — including your own — how about putting your critical faculties to use on something you're actually interested in?

Just a thought.