Se você tentar refletir sobre, não é inteiramente perda de tempo. Mesmo que o que temos aqui possa melhorar sua vida, não vale o esforço. Que jornada.

É triste chegar ao final e dar só 6 pra essa obra. O bizarro do jogo é muito problemático, há uma quantidade colossal de "tropes" de anime e costumes podres da cultura otaku japonesa nessa obra. Mesmo que o jogo os critique, soa muito hipócrita durante o decorrer da história e realmente me fez detestar as partes do jogo que estão lá apenas para vender o produto para a audiência tóxica que não irá mudar ou receber tais críticas da forma adequada.

A história de background é bastante simples e vários personagens incomodam na história, quase que inteiramente presentes para ter apenas uma característica em sua composição e fazer o roteiro progredir de forma satisfatória, com poucas nuances sob eles.

Dito tudo isso: uma aula filosófica e uma estrutura de jogo fantástica, completamente inventivo e contemplativo. Utiliza de forma máxima o fator denpa ao seu favor e eleva o gênero para perto do seu máximo potencial. Além disso, o autor usa teorias e discussões de autores da filosofia clássica para abordar diversos tópicos durante a obra, e, surpreendentemente, consegue concatenar todos os pontos em algo bonito e inspirador ao fim da trama, ainda deixando um espaço amplo para o pensamento critico do leitor e explora diversas possibilidades em seu grandioso final.

Dizem se tratar de um jogo que divide muito as pessoas: ou você ama ou você odeia. Eu, pessoalmente, amo e odeio.

I don't generally like being vulnerable, publicly. Even my most personal write-ups tend to be at least a little bit structured to guide around pain points that I'd rather not disclose, boiling down thoughts to more readable ideas that I don't need to haunt me. I don't really have that luxury today.

My uncle died yesterday, and we were close enough to where today I woke up staring up at the ceiling regretful, toiling around in my own head with a fog of thoughts that even now still permeates. I went through the rest of the day so far trying desperately to act as if nothing happened, driving with FFXIV music blaring out the car speakers, taking care of responsibilities with the best smile I could feign. Then I got home, and loaded up this game again, drawn to it searching for comfort. After an hour I started rewatching cutscenes, reading things about the game again trying to reexperience the same feelings that brought me solace. The game's chock full of them after all, with a dying man sitting at the bench with you giving last thoughts on a world and life he knows has dealt him the worst hand, to a scummy kid who is envious of his brother and still is even after his death not realizing how much he's trying to fill that hole in his heart that's been left. An old couple welcomes me in with smiles on their faces as they continue to grieve, just my presence being enough to remind them of what once was, but still they look forward hopeful.

I'm crying again as I attach myself to these stand-ins for loss, those depressing but not lonesome stories that help me grieve on my own time. This aura permeates through the entire narrative, as characters not so much different from my feelings of today pull off the same images of trying to act like everything's ok, and even the most naive cocky individual of the party has to come to terms with a hospitalized lover who he now wishes more than ever that he could've spent just one more minute with. I wish I had more time too, the last memory of my uncle is going to be me moving around stuff in his house while he can barely move about his home, and then after helping when he offers me and another sibling to stay and watch a movie with him, I say that I have to go home as it's getting too dark to drive. I still don't know whether my leaving was out of apathy, or cowardice, and I don't know which is worse.

And this game rejects apathy, it pushes to understand these feelings I struggle with today, an ENTIRE cult founded to bring the fall of all is juxtaposed with a desire from those who have suffered the most to keep living. A disgusting choice is thrusted towards the player and what's best isn't to remain ignorant but it is to defy this fucking downfall. It's hopeful, in the end, not wallowing in sorrow, even when the ending is still painful.

Not to say that this is a perfect simulacrum of these discordant thoughts, the combat ensues listlessness even in this version that tries to right wrongs of the flawed original. You walk multiple floors fighting enemies on passable at best strategies thinking about how it'd be nice if we were back several minutes ago to feel feelings at a scene again. There's even what would become late Atlus's problematic bullshit with hots-for-teachers and terrible handlings of lgbt, and that only spreads more poison over time for me. It just makes me angry, bile held and punches I wish I could throw at something other than air.

But the game still very much speaks to me, just putting out these thoughts after every couple minutes of tears and thinking of what this MEANS to me, what it represents, what it is, is helpful. I don't know if I can entirely recommend, or hope that the same will stand true for most individuals, not that it matters I guess. Please spend time with your loved ones if you can, I'm surely about to drive once more to be with family and mourn together while I still struggle not to fall myself.