Today I prepare myself, as I do every week at this time, for The Process. Some times that means getting and staying naked until 15 minutes to. Some times that means pre-drinking, and falling asleep on my floor for a while as people try to contact me. It always ends the same way: a podcast is in the can, I’ve got a head full of stars, and Tom’s provided me with my current-gen fix.

I am still (aside from hand-helds) of the previous generation. While I’ll immerse myself deeply into SCIV today (though not as deep as Tom’s penis into the blood the conquered), I’m content with my overripe pile of ps2 shame. This week? Final Fantasy XII.

What I’d been playing last week was Final Fantasy Tactics Advance 2, which I will henceforth and forever refer to as FiFan T to-the A D 2. It really does take the franchise in an interesting direction. Clan privileges try to trick you into feeling a little less fucked by the judge laws, which is a lot like a psychopath making you watch micro bikini oil dancing while he twists your ballsack around a knife as if he’s twirling spaghetti, but it’s still an improvement. And the world, my god, is finally whole.

FFTA’s Ivalice really felt incomplete next to FFXII, but now both games are on par with each other, and the result is this delicious continuity. And it’s funny how all of a sudden the inferior story being told in T to-the A D 2 is helped and made less shitty by this other story that just happens to be occurring on the other side of my living room.

Also, I hear tell that the PAX schedule will be appearing shortly. I eagerly await it. And I eagerly await the brainstorming session that is fast approaching. Expect coverage–but more importantly, expect unique, considerate coverage. By people with gorgeous genitals.