There’s a point in just about every game nowadays where you
realize exactly what said game is all about. It’s usually very early in the
game, after you’ve completed a few story missions and a side mission or two and
now you’re staring at a world map full of tiny icons and markers.
One of two things happens when this moment arises. You
either get a tingly feeling of joy for having a new outlet of fun to look
forward to after each soul crushing day at the office, or you feel emptiness.
Emptiness because the plot is clichéd and the gameplay is duller than… A day at
the office, and all you got for your sixty bucks is a bunch of samey “quests”
and worthless collectibles that you’re going to gather up because there is a
trophy or achievement attached to it.
It’s a bit of a miracle that I completed Mafia 3. By the
time I reached that moment of realization maybe three or four hours in, Final
Fantasy XV came out and Half Life friggin’ 3 wasn’t going to keep me away from
the latest Final Fantasy. Mafia 3 went back into the box.
Lo and behold, FF XV let me down and I felt oddly compelled
to go back to stealth-killing racists and gathering Playboy magazines in 1960s
New Bordeaux.
