Looks like I’ll be heading offline for a few days. I’m going on a weekend trip during which I will be meeting my girlfriend’s parents for the first time. If I don’t update again by Monday, it is because I’m dead.
Meeting potential future in-laws isn’t a particularly daunting task in and of itself, and I’ve always figured the parents of the last person I dated inured me to the worst I could ever expect — it would be difficult for them to have been less civil to me without somehow bringing waterboarding into play, I think. But these are no ordinary parents! My girlfriend’s father, legend has it, once engaged in a shouting match with Donald Trump… and won. Me, I write about video games. Yeah.
At least I get a nice suit out of this whole affair! Of course, I had to buy it myself. And since the girlfriend aspires to be a fashion photographer, there was no way she’d let me get away with a reasonably-priced suit. So, basically, in exchange for much money and a weekend, I have the opportunity to go under the microscope for a man who, by reputation, makes deNiro’s character from Meet the Parents look like a snuggly kitten. Growing up is awesome.
Speaking of me writing about video games, I’m not sure if I’ve actually published anything at work all year. Allow me to make up for this lack with a preview of Rondo of Swords. You probably have not heard of this game, due to Atlus’ low-key approach to PR, but it’s the first tactical RPG I’ve played in a while that has really piqued my interest. Instead of trying to be Final Fantasy Tactics or Fire Emblem, it sort of does its own thing. I’ve played about two hours between tutorials and campaign and am having a difficult time expressing just how differently this game plays from all the other SRPGs out there — it’s the anti-Luminous Arc, basically. This is another review from which I will be excusing myself to avoid untoward appearances of positive bias, but I don’t feel any particular compunctions about saying that it is a game worth looking forward to. Unless you have a deep distrust of good things, of course.