I came here for the Chocobros, not decades worth of emotional trauma. How can a game so effortlessly transition from Pretty Boy Tomb Raider into Bleak to the Future in only a few scenes? If you had the same struggle as I did playing this game, then you’re among friends. Join us for a discussion on Final Fantasy XV, its artistic merit, and most importantly, why we should never, ever, talk about it. Just don’t forget your camera… or your fiancé.