Let's Replay Shadowbringers: Episode 1
The Syrcus Trench
The DNC and GNB job quests were pretty fun and the prospect of hopping into another dimension to deal with the world-ending threat of the week felt like a welcome respite from all the awfulness of the latest developments in the MSQ. An entire expansion's worth of something else than this half-cooked gruel of... whatever Stormblood's story was supposed to be? Sign me up already! In short, when I started working my way through the 5.0 Main Scenario I was almost excited to see how the story would turn out. The reminder about the existence of that creature kind of soured my mood a bit but that unfortunate little detail aside I really liked the introduction to Shadowbrigers when I was playing through the story for the first time. On the second time through, when I could see where you lazy bums had stolen it from, it was much less impressive.
The first trip through the rift is made by picking up a round metallic object after a boat ride. As subtle as a sledgehammer.
The left side of the road that led to the door of the old house was lined with lilacs and on the right side that followed the northwestern wall of the house was a row of ferns.
A green stone loosening arrows in the shadow of a lighthouse. How many times have we done this song and dance already?
Companions. One of those words again. Seven years later I still have no idea what makes you think that the Scions are characters worth caring about.
The Crystarium's theme really ticks me off.
City of the First
Ah, the customary tour of the main hub city of the expansion, attune to the aetheryte and go take a look at all the important points of interest to get your bearings in this strange new land.
Apparently the Crystarium wasn't just built on top of the remnants of an old BETA hive, it's an active hive with an intact monument, the Sadogashima to Eulmore's Yokohama.
Travelers of Norvrandt
So you're telling me that the worst character in the entire game is going to die? That's the best news I've ever heard! Yuuko would have never tried to appeal to my ego like that nor tried to imply that I have anything in common with those disgusting creatures.
The words that poured from the mouth of that smirking... thing did not belong to a person who was trying to enlist the aid of a reputably selfless hero, they were the words of a cheap prostitute that was trying to coax an egotistical little manchild to eat their veggies. All those countless other people that are going to die? Spare no thought for them, they don't matter at all! We, the great wonderful people that the writers of this game have arbitrarily decided that you really, really, really care about, are only concerned about the lamest Mary Sue to ever exist.
Look, the player character hates tome farming too, just like all the smelly nerds and sweaty neckbeards who play this game! Please laugh at this incredibly self-aware and super funny joke!
Making a pact with a pixie is a bit more creative metaphor for blindness than the ones you usually see.
Actually, I have an old hardcover copy of The History of Macondo lying around somewhere but I haven't had the time to read it just yet.
In Search of Alphinaud
Staving off the inevitable Alisaie shilling for even a short while is the lesser of two evils. To Sand Island!
I took my horsebird's name from a med school textbook with a grey and red cover, I figured it would be a good fit for a pocket healer.
A Still Tide
Let's turn back thyme a bit. Those dream flowers were just Althyk lavenders.
Rats aren't furniture, they're rats.
Alphinaud isn't that bad when he's not trying to wax philosophical. I just don't understand why I'm supposed to care about him.
My personal beef with the ongoing war with Garlemald is that there's no satisfying Watsonian explanation for why it started. The Doylist reason is that without the war breaking out and Black Rose triggering the next calamity the ”bad future” timeline wouldn't exist but... I don't get what the casus belli is supposed to be. Or perhaps it would be better to say that the one that the story provided doesn't make a lick of sense to me.
Open Arms, Closed Gate
Fish and earthly bread. Cannibalism and rebellious children. Small bombs. What a lovely family dinner that was.
A Fickle Existence
I've been to the house of the von Wrights once on a field trip, but whether it took place when I was in fifth or sixth grade I can't say for sure.
Shoebill! But where in the world are and Ptarmigan, Hornbill and Stork? Still on the way to Farbanti?
Alphinaud might not be able to draw a bow but he certainly knows how to make use of an artist's arrows.
City of Final Pleasures
I hadn't made it to the champagne bottles yet when I took a break from reading.
The paperwork is another repetition of checking in at the Adventurer's Guild for the first time but the pesticide shower is a new addition.
Credit where it's due, the Chais feel like actual people.
Free to Sightsee
Yellow Thirteen's body vanished into the blue skies, never to return to the earth.
A Taste of Honey
A hive where you have to prove that you can beat the odds in a game of chance. When you really think about it, Vauthry is a 00 Unit too after a fashion.
Do you know why all those people were applauding? They were thanking you for spreading your legs.