I love obsessively. Once I decide that a thing or a person is MY thing or person, that’s it. I will love them until I die. Sometimes I feel alone in this passionate fury of single-minded adoration, but then there is the Final Fantasy 7 fandom.
I was nine years old when my brother Roy brought home Final Fantasy 7 for our desktop computer. We had already established a precedent of playing the King’s Quest games together, so when he said I could watch him play, I pulled up chair to the big wooden desk and felt my jaw drop as the chunky, geometrical Cloud leaped off a train in Midgar. By today’s standards, the graphics are laughably horrendous, but in 1997, our tiny pre-pubescent brains were blown away by the realism. Continue reading